Forbidden [h.s.]

(7) Bruises

"I'm starting to think that you're my new stalker,"     I said as I got in the car.
he scoffed, "as if you had a previous one, so you'd have a new one."    he said, raising his eyebrows, starting hitting the gas pedal going fast that I fell back in the seat,     "seatbelt,"   he said firmly, I did what he asked which was put the seatbelt on.

"How was your day?"    he asked, visions of last night immediately hit me, I cleared my throat, playing with the hem of my coat sleeve,    "it went by nicely, very slow though,"   I said, clearing my throat again trying to remove the lump in my throat,     "you sure? doesn't sound like it"   he glanced at me to check up on me, putting his eyes on the road again,      "Yes, I'm guessing we're going somewhere else other than my house?"    I asked.

"Do you want to go somewhere else?"     he asked, I nod, even though I know he won't see me,     "Yes, please,"      I said with a big sigh,     "your wish is my command,"    he said then sped up, I fell back in my seat again,      "you sure got a nack for speed eh?"     I said sarcastically, kind of scared we'd crash though.

"Relax, I've been driving for 11 years now, I know what I'm doing,"      he said, as if he read my mind.

he gives me another quick glance, why is he looking at me so much?
"would you like to take a picture?" I said with a different voice, a little deeper, acting tough.
he laughed,       "no, I was just wondering, do you have make-up on?"     he asked, glancing at me again, maintaining his eyes between me and the road. 
I felt my cheeks burn, he noticed,       "Yes,"    I said,       "Why?"     he asked.
I raise an eyebrow,     "what do you mean?"   I asked,      "I just felt like it,"    I said shrugging.

"I mean, you already look pretty naturally, you don't need it,"    he said with his eyes focused on the road, I blushed, even more, was that a compliment?  he called me ~pretty~.
"I'm very flattered that you think I'm pretty, you're not too bad yourself,"    I replied,    "not too bad?"     he smiled, looking at me raising his eyebrows, I nod,      "thank you, I know,"   he said with a half-shrug, I laughed,     "cocky much?"   I said.

"It's called confidence, something you obviously lack and replace dark humor for,"     Harry said bluntly,       "hey!"     I said crossing my arms, I was about to continue when we came to a halt, I look through the window, it was a retro milkshake and ice cream shop,     "we're here,"    he said.
we got out of the car, walked into the shop, sat at the nearest booth, it was in the shape of a half-circle, so we could sit next to each other, I sat perfectly in the middle because I wanted to, I didn't want to see one edge of the booth longer than the other, WEIRD I KNOW, but, also because I wanted to be closer to him.

He sat in the booth, a little closer to me, not entirely next to me but still close, I liked that, a lot.
"Did you have anything to eat?"   he asked holding a menu,     "I ate school lunch,"   I said shrugging,      "that's shit,"       he said looking at me with a poker face,      "come take a look at the items,"       he said scootching closer, I did too, we were side to side now, thigh to thigh, I felt a little hot, feeling his body next to mine, he smelled really good too, a mix of cologne and mint.

"I like this,"      I said pointing at a bacon cheese Burger sandwich,       "Nice choice, I'll go for it as well,"        he said, calling the waitress, I didn't move because I like my new position and the warmth his body created.

He made the order,       "Vanilla milkshake right?"     he asked, I nodded, he did too resuming the order, when he was done he smiled at the waitress, handing the menu to her,    "I might've added more stuff for the hell of it,"      he chuckled, he looked right at me, his head moving to the side more now that I'm right next to him,      "you're too close for my liking,"       he said, his face going from smiling to serious in a split second,       "shit, sorry,"    I was about to move when he put his hand over mine, kept it there for a good amount of time,      "I was kidding, I thought you were the queen of sarcasm?  guess not then,"      he said giggling, abruptly removing his hand from over mine, I stayed where I was but I maintained a little space between us, so his neck wouldn't hurt from going to the side too much.

minutes later, food arrived and was set at the table in front of us, he definitely improvised with the extras,         "eat up,"     he said as he was picking up his burger, I did so too, we took a bite in the same time, we both moaned in awe with how tasty the burger was, we looked at each other and nodded in approval mirroring each other the whole time,       "this is very good,"    I take another bite lowering my head down to hover over the plate, so no sauce would fall on my clothes,        "wait, there's something white on your neck,"     he said, reaching for a tissue, I was going to let him rub it off but when I realized what it was, I flinched back,     "It's fine, probably smeared makeup,"    I said shaking my head, looking at him,     "It's printing on your shirt,"    he reaches to rub it off again but I move away, he furrows his eyebrows, then smiles,      "you sneaky little....is that a hickey?"    he holds me still to take a little closer look,    "don't move or i'll tell your parents,"    he made a joke, giggling afterwards, not knowing that it's much darker than what he thinks.

He put the collar of the turtle neck between his fingers to reveal more of my neck,     "wait, this is a bruise.."     he said, letting go of my collar, he looks in front of him, clenching his jaw,       "this is a bruise, right?"     he asked, I gulped,     "yes."

He immediately gets up, motioning me to get up as well, I did, he walked across the hall into the bathroom, I followed,         "remove the concealer,"      he said, grabbing a bunch of tissues, wetting them from the nearest tap water, handing me them after, I squeezed the bit of excess water, pulled down my turtle neck collar, wiped off the front of my neck to reveal dark red big handprint all over the front of my neck.

"what the fuck?"       he said firmly, walking slowly towards me, pulling down the collar, I raised my head up a bit, his face still in my view because he was too tall and was hovering over me, he traced the huge bruise, I winced at the pain that hit me when he reached the part where his fingers were squeezing,        "fuck, I'm sorry,"    he said taking a step back,      "who did this?"    he asked, his eyes wide as if he had lasers beam out of them, clenching his jaw,        "my step-dad,"   I said and he turned around, smacking the wall behind him, seeming really angry.

"Did he hit you somewhere else?"      he asked,    "yes,"    I answered.
"Fuck!"   he yells, grabbing me by the arm that hurt,      "oww, this arm is bruised," I said, he immediately let go,     "I'm sorry I didn't know,"    he then took my hand and led me softly outside,     "grab your stuff, I'll go pay the check,"    he said,    "but we didn't finish,"   I said,  "fuck it, we can come here again, go get your stuff and wait for me outside,"    I did as he asked me to and waited next to his car, he then came out,     "I'm feeling a lot of anger,"    he said as he walked to the driver's seat door, unlocked the car, we got in at the same time.

"It already happened a lot, I'm used to it, I don't care,"   I said,
"I do,"   he said, did that just slip? 
"why?"      I asked,     "because I just fucking do okay? I will not see you bruised and beaten up by some fuck up and sit there calm."    he yelled, I flinched at the sudden loudness, he started the car, hit the pedal so hard the tires made a screeching sound, his grip on the wheel tightened, his knuckles were white, that's how hard he was gripping on it.

he sped up more, taking dangerous turns,      "Hey, I know you're mad but I don't wanna die,"    I said with a low voice, scared of his reaction, he surprisingly calmed a little and started driving normally,      "you're right, sorry,"    he said quickly before parking in a driveway of a two-story house,       "where are we?"   I asked,     "get out,"    he said before getting out himself, slamming the car door behind him, I did as he said.
I looked around, we were in my neighborhood, the coffee shop Val and i were at this morning was the other side from the house we parked in front of, I looked at him, he was unlocking the front door,  so we were going to be at his place, alone.

"I don't need to ask you to come in right?"       he said from the doorway when he entered the house, I followed and he closed the door behind us, locking it.
"take off your coat,"     he demanded, I took off my coat and he took it from me,  he hung it over at the coat hanger two feet on the door's left, I looked around, his place was fancy and big for someone who makes 30k a year,       "how long have you been in this neighborhood?" I asked,     "3 years maybe,"   he answered, and not once did we stumble upon each other, it had to be at school?

"come here,"     he walked towards the stairs, going up as I followed him, he then went into the first room on the right, It was his restroom, which was pretty much as big as my bedroom,        "I'll ask you to do something but do not freak out,"    he said as he opens the mirrored cabin, looking for a certain thing,      "sure,"

"take off your shirt,"     he said with a serious face, taking out a cream container,     "what?"   I asked surprised by the request,      "I told you not to freak out,"   he said shrugging,    "relax, I'll just apply this cream on any bruises you have to heal and treat them with ice,"   he continued, I nodded, grabbing my shirt to take it off, my boobs bouncing in the bra as I put my hands down.

he tried his best not to steal a glance at my boobs when they bounced, I saw it, but he pretended that I didn't,     "shit, your stomach, did he punch you?"   he said while reaching to my stomach that had a dark red circle in the middle from the punch he almost made me puke my organs with,      "this was the hardest hit of yesterday's incident,"   I said,    "oww"   I blurted in pain when he pressed on the area and around it,     "looks like it,"    he looks back up at me, squirts some cream on his finger, traces it on my stomach's bruise, rubbing on it gently,      "I hope that doesn't hurt,"      he said.

"It doesn't, you're doing good,"    I said reassuring him, he then moved to my neck, squirting some more, rubbing both hands together, then rubbing the cream on my neck with both hands gently,        "I'm so sorry, Dolly,"      he said so softly, dolly? how did he know that name?
"for what?"     I said, looking at him straight in the eye when he finished doing my neck, moving to my arm,       "this!"    he points at the bruises,       "Nah, it's fine, big girls get into big fights too yaknow,"    I cracked a joke, earning a soft chuckle from him, his face pouts again,      "also, dolly?" I asked about the new nickname he gave me, never heard it from anyone else but my mom and her relatives,        "Dolores Lauren Dylan, that's your name right?"   he said.
 I gasped taking a step back,       "are you stalking me?" I asked, holding up my bruised arm, forming a fist,          "Lola, I get the names of all my students when I receive my class schedules, for attendance, your full name was on the list, Jesus,"    he said, leaving the bathroom.

so he knows my disgusting first name, a grandma name.

I followed him, still in my bra,       "since you're my teacher, I think it's inappropriate for me to stay like this while we treat the bruises," I said sarcastically,    "you're right,"   he said pointing to his index my way, he disappeared into another room, appearing again with a white tank top,    "wear this till we're done, wait for me downstairs,"  he said, I wore the top fast and walked down the stairs, found the nearest chair and sat on it.

minutes later he came down with a comfy outfit, grey sweatpants, and a black hoodie, you could see him in those, he was there.
he disappeared into the kitchen and came back with an ice pack,   "put this on your arm,"   he handed it to me, I took it and kept it on my arm.

"tell me, what happened?"    he asked me as he sat.