Ray of sunshine

Chapter 2

Fang's pov:

I looked up at him after a while, not being able to take it anymore.

He noticed it immediately and looked down at me as well.

"You're not going to ask?" I asked.

"If you want to tell me." He replied.

Oh.

I couldn't help the way I softened at that.

This person really...

He didn't ask because he didn't want to force me to talk about it.

I took his other hand into mine and fiddled with his fingers.

"My ex transferred into my class today."

He blinked, obviously surprised.

I never told him about him after all.

He only knows about Fai.

"Fai?" He tilted his head, confused.

I chuckled and shook my head.

"No, another ex. A man. His name is Jack."

My smile dropped as I said his name.

It made my tongue shrivel up in my mouth.

"Is that a bad thing? Should I be worried?" He frowned as he observed my expression.

"You asked why I always want to be on top, right? Why I so vehemently refuse to do anything rough or kinky? Why I'm always so uptight about doing everything by the book?" I kept my gaze glued on his hand as I spoke in a soft voice.

He hummed and waited for me to continue.

"Because I know very well how much it hurts when things are not done right. I know the damage it can cause physically and mentally when done the wrong way with the wrong person. I know how it feels to be helpless under someone, unable to stop them or escape, only able to cry and beg them to stop, only for the cries to end up in deaf ears. I know it all too well. I went through it my whole second year in high school." I narrated in a monotone voice, trying my best to not let those memories creep back up on me.

His hands trembled and I looked up to see tears in his eyes as he stared at me with a pained expression.

I reached up with one hand and cupped his cheek gently.

"I never want you to go through anything even remotely close to what I went through. Especially not by my hands. And I know you won't hurt me. I know you're nothing like him. But I can't handle being on the receiving end. I'll just end up panicking and ruin the mood."

"Jack... He did that to you...?" He asked in a barely audible voice.

I hummed softly.

"I ran out of class because I couldn't handle him sitting next to me and acting as if nothing happened. And those memories were ringing loudly and vividly in my head."

His expression changed from pain to anger slowly.

"Hey. No picking fights." I booped his nose with my finger, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

"I'm not picking a fight. I'm just going to give him exactly what he deserves." He muttered through gritted teeth.

"No. I don't want you getting in trouble because of him. He has connections. His dad is a rich politician. I got into deep trouble when I tried reporting him in high school even." I shook my head.

Instead of calming him down, that seemed to anger him even more.

"Tan, no. For me." I squeezed his hand in mine.