kiss and tell

10- Unspoken

For once I felt sorry for Colton. I was actually safe, he'd always tried to prevent the boys from hurting me and now he's the one who got hurt. "Shouldn't you be at the police station, with the other ones?", I ask him. He smirks, but his smile is crooked and his eyes are looking tired. "Let's just say I wasn't to give up without a fight". His voice is raspy and dark. Darker than usual. He takes a deep breath before removing the blanket from his body, and pulling up the hospital shirt. His stomach and chest are covered in bruises and red to blue marks. He closes and opens his eyes slowly, like he's tired. "You seriously tried fighting off a dussin cops?", I want to laugh but at the same time I feel kind of sorry he got caught. "I'm always up for a challenge", he tells me with a weak laugh. I look back at the door before realizing no one would come in. They were afraid. Everyone was afraid of Colton. "You know I didn't tell them, right?", I ask him, ready to sit on the bed. "One part of me doesn't get how you would do it, but Luna, you're the only one who wanted yourself to go home", he says, holding out his hand, preventing me to sit down by him. "You're seriously accusing me?", I spit out, putting my arms over my chest, feeling tears burn behind my eyes. I can feel my jaw tensing and I push my fingernails into my hands out of anger. "Who else would turn us in? Austin?", he asks, trying to sit up, but completely failing. "How exactly would I do it though, huh?", his jaw tenses and I notice we're both getting angry. "You are the ones kidnapping me, hurting me physically and mentally, and I couldn't have gotten a chance. I couldn't have turned you all in", I say, taking a step forward, feeling like I'm about to go out in war against him. It's like it's more than you see. On the outside is a girl who's yelling at a boy who's yelling back at her. But It's like I can see our souls jumping out of our body's ready to fight, fists against fists. Just here, now. Fighting. There so much unspoken between us. He's more than you can see. It's like I see him, I hear him, I feel him. I taste him. He's always gotten the chance. He was always able to play me like a puppet, to make me do whatever he wanted. He could've raped me, like the doctor thought. He could've done so much worse, but he didn't. Because he didn't have to. I let down my guards. I jumped at him, with my arms open, ready to throw them around his body, showing him everything and anything he wanted. He didn't have to ask because I let him. I let him see, feel, hear. Taste. That's what sucks. That's what's unspoken. I opened myself. I don't know if I actually did it willingly or if I felt like I had to. But I opened myself to him. My body, even. And now it's his turn to decide what he's going to do with it. "I need to rest", he says, turning his body around, facing away from me. I take a deep breath. A deep sigh, before turning around walking towards the door. "I came here to check on you. I, the girl you kidnapped, and forced to strip around, who's finally in the arms of her family. My first thought was to see if you were okay", I tell him. Still feeling the burning behind my eyes. Warm, salty tears are ready to run down my cheeks, to see who's the fastest. Who hits the floor first. Who shatters against the surface, spreading the little drops of water over the floor. But I refuse to stand in front of him, crying my eyes out, like I'm searching for an attention I'll never get. I turn the door handle downwards, still looking behind me, to see if Colton will watch me leave. "You don't know me, Luna. You don't know what I've done, it's just a lot better if we keep it that way, you know, to keep you safe", he says, still turning away from me, with his blanket over his body. I take a deep breath before getting ready to leave the room. I sneak a note, which I wrote in the elevator into Colton's jacket which is hanging on the wall by the door. I look back one last time. "You do not get to decide what's safe for me and what's not. Not anymore. I will gladly put my life at stake to the moon and back if that means I can spend 5 minutes with you", I turn around, opening the door. "Why do you risk everything to be with a guy you barely know?", he asks and I look around with a smile. "What do you mean everything? I have nothing to loose", I walk outside the door. I smile like an idiot when the cops run towards me. They pull my arms, lift my shirt to see if I'm okay. "Did he hurt you? Are you okay? You're mom was worried sick", they tell me. I smile at them. "Oh no, he didn't hurt me, quite the opposite", I walk through the group of cops back into the elevator. I still smile, feeling numb in my body. I'll see him again. I will. I know it. I'm sure. As soon as he reads the note, I'll see him, and everything will go back to normal with a few differences. I don't care what happens next. Just as long as I feel his skin touching mine everyday. Just as long as I wake up looking into his big eyes, and just as long as I get to notice him tensing his jawline when he gets mad. I want it all.