Just a Number / NR

021. consolation, nick, not rape

unedited.

friday ,
january 31

Jamie Benson

It all happened so quickly. Nick appeared in the door way, his fists clenching slowly, as if they were in slow-motion. His face, growing a faint red color. And his eyes, furrowing and darting between the jboy and I, as if he was trying to determine what was going on and what he was going to do about it. Suddenly, without warning, Nick placed his hand firmly on the boys shirt and clenched the fabric into his hand, intertwining the thread with his fingers. He pulled the boy up from the bed and glared into his eyes.

"Don't. Touch. Her," Nick warned firmly. The boy tried to explain, but before his nerves could cause him to do something, Nick punched him. It was like a play reel for a famous basketball of football player. Every certain move seemed to slow in speed, trying to capture every single movement, but only highlighting the ones that seem the most impactful to the player's career. I watched for a few minutes, which seemed more like a few hours, but finally I had enough of Nick torturing the boy for no reason except his own perception of a scene that was completely out of context with what the boy was actually doing. Consolation, Nick, not rape.

I rose from my bed quickly, almost too quickly. I placed my arms between the boys and pulled them apart, but, of course with my luck, I interrupted the wrangle at the wrong time. Nick's overbearing fists came into contact with my left cheekbone, causing Nick to flinch with sorrow and guilt after the damage was done. Suddenly, everything stopped. Nick was stood in a daze of guilt as I stared straight into the deep brown eyes that I had once trusted and solemnly cared for, but, now, I feel betrayed and hurt, literally.

"Jamie, I'm so sorry," Nick spoke, gaining a glare from the boy who was sitting on my bed with wounds and messy clothes and hair. I sighed.

"It was consolation, Nick, not rape," I said before looking down, "you need to leave...Both of you need to leave."

They both respectfully walked out of my bedroom, down the stairs, and out of my house without making a single noise or fighting with each other.

I walked into my bathroom and started to tear up. I would've never thought that this would've happened to me, let alone Nick do it to me. He was so caring and gentle. His brown eyes, so beautiful and loving. His touch, so tender and caring. His soul, so carefree but tender. I sighed as I walked downstairs and into my kitchen for an ice pack.

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