Alayna moans desperately, gripping my shoulder blades as I slowly guide myself inside of her. We're both gasping into each other's mouths, and my hands are in her hair as I push a little deeper into her. Alayna's eyes flutter to a close and her head...
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I'm the kid who sits at the back of the classroom. It's literally what I'm known for. That, and always limping into class. Only a handful of people know my name, and who I am. Most of the other people in my year haven't ever heard of me.
Yes, I'm the quiet kid. But, I don't really care about my education.
Some days, I get beat up on my way home because of my parents. Hopefully, today isn't one of those days because I'm tired. And all I want is a good night's sleep without being disturbed by the rushing pain in my chest.
And, hating myself doesn't help. In fact, I welcome the pain. I welcome it with open arms.
Even now, as I sit in my last class of the day, I'm ready to accept the brutal truth that I'm probably going to get the shit beaten out of me. But, it didn't matter to me.
As the class ended, I was the last one out. Pulling on my hood, I drop my head and walk out of the building. Just as I'm about to take my usual route home, I bump into someone. Looking up, I'm met by the beautiful face that has haunted my night. She smiles up at me, and I'm confused. We didn't jump into each other by accident; she was waiting for me. Right outside the alleyway where she saw me yesterday.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, quietly. I slowly move her to the side.
"I... wanted to walk home with you." She says, pulling a strand of her curly hair behind her ear.
I look at the ground, my grip tightening on the straps of my backpack. "Why? You don't... you don't really know me."
"I know enough to see that you need someone with you."
"That was only a one-time thing." I lied.
"That bruise-" She points to my cheek. "Is old. A couple of days, at most. And that one-" Then, she points to her ribcage. "Is also old. Would you like me to go on?" I look up at her. Her eyes are filled with worry and her mouth is in a frown.
I didn't understand. She doesn't know me; why does she even care?
"Okay, it's not the first time, but... who says they won't hurt me if someone is with me? And what if they hurt you?"
"You don't know that they'll hurt you. It's worth a try, right?" Hope is clear in her tone, but it's too dangerous. It's too much of a risk. And I don't want to be the reason she gets hurt.
I shake my head and Alayna frowns. "I'm sorry. I can't let you walk home with me."
She crosses her hands over her chest. "I'll still come with you." And just like that, the sternness was back in her voice. She was persistent.
"Please don't do that."
Alayna shrugs. She puts her hands on her hips and looks up at me, sternly.
"I will if I have to. Yes, they might hurt me. But, I'm not going to risk them hurting you." She says, and I almost fold in half. Is this what it's like to have someone care for you?
