☆ JULIA'S POV ☆
I walk around my room. If I buy a damn pregnancy test, my sister is going to kill me ._.
I need a doctor! Someone who can tell me if I'm pregnant or not without thinking i'm a complete slut.
I look through my adress and number book, and I see a name.
The Undertaker
Seems legit. I grab my coat and head out into the loud streets of London.
~a few minutes later~
I finally reach the place, and I step inside. It's dark and very hollow inside, with coffins and diagrams everywhere. I look at something out of the corner of my eye. A black figure comes into sight and looks at me. He has a black hat, and grey hair, his hat covering his eyes, and a long portion of clothing all over him. His nails, long and black.
"Ahem..? Sir?" I speak out.
"Yes? Actually no, I know why you're here." He smiles at me, grabs my hand, and leads me over to a corner.
"Uh I-" he shoves his finger into my mouth and swirls it around. Then, he takes it out and licks it himself.
"AH!" I scoot away. This guy has issues.
He tastes it and then looks at me. "Not pregnant. Thanks for coming!" He leads me and shoves me out of his shop and shuts the door. I fall on my hands and knees and then I get up.
Idiot! What was that? You can't tell if someone's pregnant by their saliva. Or can you?
I sigh and just trust what he said. I walk back to my house and then Ciel appears out of the corner of my eye, he seems to be struggling.
I look at him, he is cornered, and Sebastian is nowhere to be seen.
Hovering over him, is a buff, tall man, pulling on Ciel's pants.
"HELP!" Whimpers out Ciel with pure agony, trying to release himself from the man's grip.
The man bangs Ciel's head against the concrete and rips his shirt open. Ciel's bare chest is revealed. I gasp and quickly run to him.
The man is grinding up against Ciel, and his hands keeping him down. Ciel cries out. I grab a beer bottle from a nearby table and smash it on the mans head. He drops to the ground and Ciel is there, crying from the near rape. I kneel down to Ciel and hold his head up.
He's slowly closing his eyes, leaving me. I quickly pull him up onto my shoulder and run all the way back to my house. I reach the front door and push it open.
I lay him on my couch and run to get bandages, and I find two in a drawer. I ask him to take off his shirt, but he just nods no. I sigh and unbutton his buttons and slip off his shirt, and I have a good look at his chest. Slim and heavy. I blush and wrap the bandages around his body and wash his face, all covered in dirt.
He whimpers as I heal his wound from a nearby peice of glass.
People these days don't have reasons to stay hurt.
The quote I read from a book gets stuck in my mind. At first I don't know why it does, but then I realize that people never want to be hurt or sick, they want to feel okay and secure, that's why they avoid the obvious.
'And you can't wipe the tears that aren't there.' I whisper to myself. Ciel notices and looks up at me. 'What?'
'I said you can't wipe that tears that aren't there.' I repeat. 'Why is that?'
'People cry over selfish reasons, and they wipe away fate off their foreheads. Which is why not everybody you meet can always be trustworthy." He sighs.
Timeskip
I lay Ciel down on my guest bedroom's bed. And watch as he silently falls asleep, and I fall asleep myslef, right next to him.
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Omfg this was sooo short. I was going to make it longer but like that woukd take me forevverrr
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