He looked down at my face with sorrow in his dark green eyes. Blake awkwardly smiled.
He cleared his throat before speaking, " So there was a blonde guy, and I walked in a bedroom. And he was, um... you see-"
He kept talking but i blacked out not listening. It all came back to me , Max, the party, and the attempted rape!
A loud screech ripped through the room. It belonged to me. I jumped out of the bed and ran out of the room. When I got to the hall I looked left and right. I ran down the hall passing the off white walls. I scurried into a living area, and found a door.
"Wait, stop!" I turned to face him. I couldnt breathe, why me! All I felt was sharp pain in my chest, it felt like someone ripped a hole in my chest. I wrapped my arms protectively around my chest trying to hold my body together. I was gasping for breath. I slowly fell to the ground, and shook violently.
He came and sat down next to me. He hugged me
as I tried to breath again. He held me almost instinktly, "shh, it's okay, your okay, I've got you." His husky voice whispered into my ear. I slowly was able to breath again. The pain subsided, but my heart was broken beyond repair.
I put my head in his chest and cried, cried until there was no tears left. I took in his scent, vanilla and axe.One of his large hands was going through my hair. His other rubbing my back comfortingly. I could stay here in his arms forever. When I leave this postion, i know ill fall apart all over again. Like he never picksd up the pieces. I hate myself, how could I let this happen? My life is a mess.
"It'll be okay, I promise" Blake said with sincerity.
How do you know?
I felt my eyes start going droppy, I want to go to sleep and never wake up. My eyes started dropping. "I can't go home." I choked out before I closed my eyes.
" I know." I heard him murmuring.
Axe and vanilla was the last thing i smelt before falling into a deep sleep.
***
Soft snoring was all I can hear, there is soft light flooding in from the corner of the room. Large black sheets engulf my small body. The room smells like axe. The feeling in my stomach reminds me of the time my dad broke his leg when we went sledding. I was about 9 at the time.
We were screwing around when he shoved me, so i push back a bit harder. He tripped over the sled and tumbled down the hill.
I felt so bad, i was laying in my room wide awake at aroud midnight, i heard a soft knock at my door. My mom slowly crept in. She made the feeling in my stomach go away. She knew exactly what to say.
Too bad she wouldn't go bursting through the door right now. Not that i would want her to ses me like this.
I can almost hear her voice telling me, "Olivia, i dont know who you are anymore? What happsned to my happy little girl? Come on, it's just a teen phase. Fix your hair and makeup and be a strong little woman."
A tear trickles down my check. I can't go home, i cant live this lie anymore. I wont be able to keep this from my mom. She would disown me when she found out.
"I told you so, what did I say about going to parties? " i could hear the sneer on her voice.
I brought my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. I put my head inbetween my legs. Tears trickled down.
They call you Cry baby, cry baby,
But you don't fucking care,
Cry baby, cry baby,
So you laugh through your tears.
I quietly recited to myself. I barley noticed the stop of the snoring . Or the footsteps leading to the door. I heard a click of a lamp and light floods the room.
I dont move from my position and i keep singing.
They call you Cry baby, cry baby,
But you don't fucking care,
Cry baby, cry baby,
Theres weight added to the end of the bed, he must of sat down.
"Are you okay?" Blake asked with sincerity dripping from his voice.
"What do you think?" I said sarcastically. Which is different that the usual, "yes, im fine."
" Well, im going to go out on a limb and make an assumption, and say, you've been better." He said. This made me untuck my head. And look up at him. I've never looked at him closely. He is pretty atractive. His raven hair is a bit messy, his ACDC shirt wrinkled, and dark purple shadows under his beautiful green eyes.
I met his gaze, "I suppose your right." I muttered sniffing.
"Im also going to guess you have some questions." He said tilting his head to the left his puppy dog eyes staring back at me.
"Right again." I sighed looking away, to my sockless feet. I shift my weight took in a big breath and turned to face him.
"Who are you, how did you find me, where am I?"
I blurt out, this time he breaks the eye contact and looks away.
"Like i said, my name is Blake, i go to your school. I walked in on-" he broke of giving me an apologetic look, his features stone cold as ever. "You are at my apartment and i brought you here because you were... out at the moment and i didn't know where you lived and i couldnt leave you there, shit, i didnt know what to do, so i brought you here. Im sor-"
"No thank you so much. If you wouldn't have stepped in i dont know what would've happened. You made the right choice." He looked up at me and nodded.
I got up and sat on my knees. "Where's your restroom?" I asked him as he leaned a bit closer.
"The door across from this one. " He said half smiling.
"Oh and," I said leaning in so our faces were only inches apart. "Thanks for being my hero." I leaned in and kissed his cheek. His lovely scent filling my nostrils. I hopped off the bed and made my way over to ths door across the dark carpet.
I walked across the well light hall to which I assume is the bathroom. The tile floor was cold. I found a light switch to the left of the door and flicked it on and closed the door behind me.
I nearly gasped when i saw my reflection. My light brown hair was a mess on top of my head. Mascara was running down my red puffy checks. My eyes were red and watery. There was a hickey on my collar bone.
I turned on the sink and began splashing my face with cold water. I wanted him off of me. I dug my nails into my neck and started scratching. It wouldn't come off. His scent, the mark, the gross feeling. I scratched so hard i started bleeding,
I need to shower. I have to shower.
I impulsively turned and faced the black shower curtain. I ripped it back and stripped. There were bruises on my stomach, sides, and back that weren't there before. I turned on the water as hot as it went and stepped in. The hot watered scrotched my skin to the point it burned. It felt good to hurt on the outside too.
I ran my fingers through my hair and found some men's body wash. I poured some in my hands and scrubbed my hair.
His hand rubbed through my hair as he kissed me desperately, I didnt like it, i wanted him to stop, i shoved him hard on his chest.
"Sorry i just help myself around someone so beautiful. "
This thought made me scrub harder until my scalp was numb. I want him off me.
I took more wash and washed my body with it scrubbign so hard there were scratch marks all over my already flawed body.
I abruptly turned the water off. Through open the curtain and rummaged around for a towel. When i found myself and dried off, i looked in the mirror at my now mutilated body and resisted the urge to throw up.
I went to sit down on the toilet seat where there was a pile of clothes. With a pile of clothes.
"Hey, hope you don't mind i brought you a shirt and some sweats, they are really small on me, they probably wont fit though. But I figured you would want something to change into. Also i didn't peek. ~Blake
I smirked to myself before i threw on the black shirt.
