The Boy With Tattoos

Chapter Eleven

TBWT | Chapter 11

Heart Attacks Again.

Ξ N y x R e e d Ξ

His body scooted closer to me and my body tensed up from the sudden closeness. What was he going to do? His breath was on my face. It was cool and it smelt like peppermint. It sent a shrill down my spinal cord and a warning message to my brain. The message was he was going to hurt you, but I knew that was a lie. I was just scaring myself. He wouldn't hurt me. He is too nice to hurt me. Even if I deserved it for being a total bitch, he wouldn't. He wasn't like his dad. Maybe the last part was a little bit of a lie. His anger issues were something he got from his dad, but that wasn't the point at the moment. This right here he was going to do something to me. I didn't know whether to be afraid or excited. I bit my bottom lip looking up at him from under my eyelashes. I watched his hand come up to cup my face gently. It made different tingly sensations rise into my cheek.

My heart started to thud in a quickened paced as his eyes dropped from mine. They were now directed to my lips. I looked away as my palms started to get sweaty. "Don't think," he whispered into my ears before he made me look at him again. I would have protested, but when I saw his eyes they melted my insides. I started to feel tingly feelings from my hairline to my toes. He was making it really easy not to think. Those eyes of his were melted into blue lava. The sight just made my heart quicken. I was having one of those good heart attacks again.

"Your face is doing a good job at distracting me," I said softly. I was being honest without even trying to be. My mind had a mind of its own at the moment, and it was in control. However, I did give me a mental slap for saying it out loud. I couldn't even take it back because he had that smile on his face. He was a heartbreaker. I bit my lip and he gave a sexy rough chuckle. It only lasted a moment before he began to pull my face closer to his.

"Yours is too princess." I think he just gave me a compliment on my hideous face. That actually caused me to crack a small smile. He just did the same before he gently pressed those pink lips onto my lips. I knew what I wanted to do to him at this point, but I was scared. I wasn't trying to kiss him back even though I wanted to withal my power, but my mind was defiantly not liking that at the thought at all. Trust me when I say his lips were so soft and they tasted like candy though. He pulled back a little when he noticed I was like a plaster wall. I was so stiff underneath his lips. "Stop thinking," he whispered again before placing another warm kiss on my lips.

Trust me I was trying to just not think. I wanted not to think. My brain was on autopilot though. It was saying that any moment now he was going to take it too far, but my heart it was saying no he wouldn't.

He won't. He won't. He won't. He will not hurt me.

After repeating that a couple of times I did the unthinkable. I finally kissed him back. My lips were hyper to do so too and so were my fingers. My lips started to move with his and I could feel them pulling apart to let my breath blow onto his. At one point I think I bit his bottom lip as my fingers tangle into his hair. My arms tighten around him pulling him closer to my skin. All I wanted was for him to be closer if that was possible. After a while, he shifted me so I was easily straddling his hips. His hands were memorizing my thighs and the inside of my shirt. It was a bit weird, but I didn't stop it. It felt really good.

"I want you," he whispered in my neck. I had needed to breathe for a second, so he just switched body parts he was kissing. I shook my head right when he said it. I even tried to move away from him, but he was not letting that happen. He kept his hands tightly on my small back, not letting me move.

"No... no, you don't," I mumbled as some of the thoughts that were reoccurring in my brain. I was letting myself think. Let me tell you my brain was pissed off for letting my heart in control.

"Yes...yes I do. I want you Nyx. Let me have you."

"NO!" I screamed as I forcefully pried his fingers away from my back. I didn't mean to yell like that, but I didn't want to be touched at this very moment. I was scared. I didn't want to be hurt again. I got off of his lap and started for the door. It was just getting dark outside, so the sky was a burnt orange with clouds forming in it. It was going to rain soon.

"Nyx, come back here." He said calmly following me into the woods. I shook my head as I started to run. My legs still weren't as good as I wanted them to be, but I couldn't let myself down that much. I had just gotten out of the hospital that day.

"No just leave me alone!" I yelled. As I thought I was getting away from him I ended up tripping from one of the tree veins that were uprooted. I didn't even try to get up. I just sniffled and scooted my back up against the trunk. I pulled my knees up to hug them. I was getting on my own nerves. I started to cry again. I put my hands in between my legs and face not letting him see me as he approached.

The cracking of the leaves and branches let me know that he was close. I felt him sit next to me and he wrapped one arm around my shoulder trying to pull me closer to him. I didn't allow it. I did want his comfort at the moment. I didn't want any of it.

It was silent for a long time. I could only hear the birds chirping and small creatures shuffling around as the sound of thunder started to roar from the sky. That is when I finally lifted my head to look at him. "Why'd you bring me out here? Did you just want to have sex with me?"

"No, of course not. I wanted to get to know you. I saw the way that Hunter guy looked at you today, and I wanted that same look. I honestly didn't want you to get that upset with me. I promise." His voice was somewhat sincere. No, somewhat it was sincere. "Tell me why you ran like that."

"I can't," I said as I looked away from him. I didn't want to look into those eyes and break down. I didn't like being this broken. I didn't want him to know. It was hard enough keeping it in, but having the son of the person that hurt I know that would be worse. He would know the pain and my disgusting shame.

"It will make you feel better," he whispered as another crack of thunder ripped through the sky. I looked back to him with a stream of silent tears falling down my cheeks. "Nyx... please just tell me. I want to fix every hurt part of you. You just have to let me."

I don't know what caused me to say it...but I said it. "I was raped," mangled out of my throat. I had barely enough courage to say it looking at him. I was grateful that my eyes were so blurry with tears so I couldn't see his facial expression. All of a sudden I felt warm arms pull me against their chest. He rubbed his hand up and down my back when the sky finally let down the cool ice droplets from the sky. I could barely hear the murmurs of his sympathy. It felt good to have someone here to hold me like this. I know it happened so long ago, but it was a wound so deep that it didn't even want to heal.

"It was my dad wasn't it?" He asked so low into my ear I barely heard it. I really didn't want to tell him that part, but I think he put two and two together when I didn't say anything. His body tensed underneath me as I heard him curse. "I'll kill him. Nyx, I'll hurt him good for you baby."

Baby? Did he really just call me baby? When did I become that and why was the thought so pleasing?

I titled my head back allowing the rain to fall gently on my face and I just looked at him in wonder. Why was he always so nice? I was never nice to him. His fingers ran across my face swiping the water away from my cheeks. "I was never nice to you," I whispered and he trailed his thumb on the bottom of my lip.

"You still aren't. I know the way you think by now. You're going to say we can't act like this. Forget this ever happened." I nodded knowing that it was the right thing to do. We couldn't go back to the house and we are like this. This couldn't ever be spoken of. My smile turned sad and he just chuckled. "It's okay, princess. It will be okay." The way his voice caressed the words made them feel like they could be true. But in truth, it will never be okay.