a better universe for lav...
WARNING: May contain mature contents, sexual abuse, violence, and gore that may set off triggers. Read at your own risk.
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Lav
"Hey, flower."
"Hey." I replied as he planted a kiss on my cheek. I pulled out two books before closing my locker. I turned to face him clutching the books on my chest.
"So... I woke up this morning with no one else in my bed. You didn't even wake me up." He said leaning against the lockers with his arms crossed.
He looked good. His ash brown hair were cleanly swayed to the side. His face as gentle as ever. He is wearing black polo shirt and faded jeans. He looked at me for answers.
"You know I have to be home early. Mom would kill me if she found out I didn't go home last night." There was a brief silence between us before we burst out laughing.
He shook his head from side to side as he slid his arms on both sides of my hips.
"Oh, Lav." He muttered chuckling. He leaned towards me and kissed my forehead.
"Come on. Let's go." He said as he ushered me to walk with his arm resting on my waist. I could still hear him letting out a chuckle because of my joke.
We both know I don't have a Mom anymore. Parents actually. They both died on a car accident three years ago. I do it sometimes. Me cracking a joke about how I'm an orphan. For the first year it's still hard for me to accept it of course. But as time goes, I learned to bear with the pain. Or at least not show people I'm still in grief. I don't think the pain would ever go away though. I'm still hurting. And God knows how much I miss them.
"Okay, this is you." He said as we stopped by the door to my classroom.
"Be good in class, okay honey?" He jokingly said with a tone parents would do to their kids.
"Shut up." I said with a small chuckle and lightly slapped his arm while I rolled my eyes at him. He just grinned.
"I gotta go. See you later." He said and kissed my cheek. I watched him walked away as he adjusted his saddle on his shoulder. His tall figure becoming smaller in my sight as he headed towards his class. I made a small smile.
I entered the room and strode towards my seat. I propped myself down and put the books on my desk. Today is the first day of school. Both me, and my boyfriend, Leo, are in our last year of senior high school. And as you can probably tell, we're on different classes. We only have one class subject in common this year, which is Statistics. He hated that subject so much he said he will only be attending because it has me in it. I met him at the start of school last year since we are classmates on English Communication class. We've only been together for 6 months now. He's good to me. But after what happened last month of summer, I just don't think I love him the way I did before the incident.
I started... hating him.
I stood up from my seat and walked out of the class room. I have to get out of here. I don't think I could focus on anything today anyway. The memories of that one Saturday night started forming visions in my head. My chest started to feel heavy.
No.
My heart is pounding so fast. My head throbbing. My entire body is aching and shaking. Tears started forming in my eyes the surroundings get blurry. I took big steps.
I hate him.
Then I started running along the empty hallway. All I could hear was my footsteps and his voice inside my head. His disgusting voice. I have to be somewhere else. Not here. I couldn't bare to see him today sitting across from me or behind me with his cocky smile while my body is shaking from fear. My chest is contracting. I can't breathe. I can see the door now. I fasten pace.
I hate him so much.
Tears rolled down on my cheeks and I took a deep breath as I finally stepped out of the school door. I gasp for air. Is this how it's going to be now? Avoiding him? It's not always that I get to avoid seeing him. Today, I got lucky. Tomorrow, he might be leaning against one of the lockers as his eyes wander around my body in the most disgusting ways.
My chest hurts as tears continue to stream down my cheeks. I cling on to my bag strapped across my left shoulder and started running. I don't know where my feet will take me, my mind is too foggy to think straight. I just have to run.
