𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐋

𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒐

Milo
*rape mention*

That's so unfair!

I'm being punished more than the people who were actually fighting

Ridiculous!

I find a random tree and sit in front of it, staring at the lake that is about a yard away. I pick up a rock and toss it, it rolls until it meets the water and sinks.

"Milo."

It was Damien

Caleb was probably not to fair behind.

I didn't wonder too far, I just went where there were less people. And right here was not a single person in sight. Until now.

"Milo, I know you hear me."

"What?" I groan.

"Im sorry that you're being treated unfairly because of us. And I don't understand why he's doing it but—"

"Save it. I don't wanna hear it." I let out a sigh.

Soon another pair of feet stops on the side of me. My guess, it's Caleb.

"Milo listen I'm—"

"Sorry? Honestly I don't give a shit. It's not gonna take away that fact that I have to cook almost everyday." I say blandly as I stare at the lake, and all the people in canoe's laughing and yelling without a care.

Now that it hits me

Why are they apologizing?

We all kinda hate one another...

Well, I don't hate them. I just think they're very annoying.

"Why do either of you even care?" I look up and finally meet eyes with the two. Caleb has vibrant brown eyes, and they look so feminine. His soft gaze rests upon me. I never took notice of his glasses before, maybe I was too distracted by his eyes. Damien eyes are a soft green, quite the opposite of his personality. But his gaze on me is... guilty? Concern? worried? Probably the first time I've see his gaze not look like he doesn't give a shit about the world or it's people. Well besides when he realized Caleb was under the water, along when Caleb wouldn't wake up. To be honest, I was quite literally shaking when I saw he wasn't waking up.

"Because it's not fair that you have to get in trouble for us." Damien said before knelting down. He was closer than I thought he would be.
I looked down at his dragon tattoo, which was wrapped around his arm.

"What does your tattoo mean?"

"Only if you tell me what yours mean."
My eye widened, he saw it?

"You have a tattoo?" Caleb had knelt down on the other side of me, sitting down on his calf.

"Yea.. on my back."

It was a Medusa tattoo.

I got it when I was in 9th grade.

It happened when I was was 11, my mom and dad were out on a date, so they left me with a babysitter, but little did I know she didn't see as an 11 year old boy that night. She saw me as an attractive boy she could easily get.

I told my mom and dad about it. My dad believed me, but my mom? Not so much. In her mind women don't r*pe people. It created some distance between the two.

"Can I see?" Caleb asked.

I nodded before turning around and lifting up my shirt, showing my back. I heard them gasp.

"Now that's cool." Caleb stated, I could hear his smile. "What's the meaning behind it? Is it because you have a stone cold gaze?"

"No, it's a lot more sensitive than that. I don't wanna say." I pull my shirt down and turn back around.

"I promise to not say anything insensitive if you think that's it."

"If he doesn't want to say, he doesn't have too." Caleb counters.

It wouldn't hurt too bad to tell...

"The Medusa tattoo means survival of sexual assault, sexually abused or r*pe."

For some reason everything went silent for a second.

Their eyes widen. Not expecting to hear those words to escape me. Caleb lets out a miniature gasp, while Damien's mouth agapes with shock.

"Im sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"It's fine."

"If you don't mind me asking, but which one happened to you?" Caleb asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"... I was raped at 11 years old by my babysitter." I state as I feel water beginning to swell in my eyes. My mind relaying the memories that I deeply wanted to forget.

"Im so sorry that happened to you." Damien was the first to speak up, his voice sounded more subduded than earlier. It was softer and more heartbroken.

Caleb had pulled me into an unexpected hug. My face was in his chest while arms tightly wrapped around me. "Im sor—"

"I—It's fine... I got over it eventually." I say trying to brush off the situation, but my voice trembles. Damien notices and wrapped his arms around me aswell, resting his face in my shoulder.

"No you didn't." Damien softly responds, "You want too, but you can't. So instead you try to shut it out like it never happened, but whenever it's brought up you begin to break down."

How?

He read me so easily, like I was a kindergarten book. How could he read me so well? He knew me almost better than I knew myself.

The tears that consumed my eyelids had began to spill over and I broke down just like he said.
I began to cry into Calebs sweatshirt. Neither of them let me go the entire time, they simply held me while I cried, the louder I would cry I felt their grip tighten ever so slightly. And I don't know why, but I love it. I loved the affection that I was being given, even though this is probably a one time thing, but still,

I needed this