Cupid's Strike

"Hey freak!" One of the varsity boys called as I kept walking.

But I kept walking and urged myself not to turn my head in his direction. I bowed my head lower and focused my attention at the asphalt floor I'm walking on.

"Don't ignore me, freak!" He yelled after me once more.

I heard his heavy foot steps coming after me. He's running after me. . . Realization hit me hard. Then next thing I know, I was running too.

I was running crazy like heck. But I never looked back to check if he's still there chasing after me. All I know is I have to keep running. Run run run run run. . .

"Allie!"

And that's when I stopped running. My eyes widen and my body froze.

He just called me by my name.

Tyler Murphy just called me by my name. . .

I suddenly felt heat behind me and I sensed his presence. He is so close to me. I can feel his heavy breath and his heartbeat.

He closed the space between us and I gasped. No one had ever been this closed to me.

Tyler Murphy just touch me.

He just touch me and did not got disgusted.

He stayed close to me for about 23 seconds, and with that few seconds my body is on fire. I have to get away from his hold. I struggled. But he held me closer.

"You're scared." He said close to my ear.

It shocked me how firm his voice is. As if he's been longing to say that for days. I wanted to say no, I wanted to say he's wrong, I wanted to scream. But no. Because he's right right right. So right.

I am scared.

I still struggled.

"You're hurt." He whispered.

I struggled even more.

He's always right. But I can never let him see through me. I can't I can't I can't.

"You think I call you freak because you are? No, you're not."

 I struggled. He's gonna make me crazy.

"I call you freak because in that way, people will stay away from you."

I wanted to cry, to break. One second he's nice. Then next he's a jerk.

I struggled and almost got away, but he caught me and held me in his arms as if I'm his prisoner.

I am his prisoner.

"I want them to stay away from you because they do nothing but hurt you. Every single day."

I don't know what to say. I'm going crazy. I struggled. He sighed.

"You hate me." He said. And I swear, that tone came from so much pain.

I do I do I do I do I do I do. I don't.

"Don't hate me."

I wanted to break so badly. I wanted to slap him and tell him everything. My weakness. I wanted to show him my wounds, my bruises. I want him to take me far away where my tears won't fall.

"Please, tell me something." He almost pleaded and I almost gave out.

I opened my mouth but no sound came. I don't want to speak. I want him to feel me.

I stayed silent and I stopped struggling. He sighed.

"Show it to me... the bruises."

Even though I'm not facing him, the hurt in his voice was visible.

I can never ever ever ever show him the bruises. I want him to heal it.

"I'm sorry." He said. And I thought that moment our conversation was over. But it was just the beginning.

He faced me.

Hell, I can't look at those eyes. I just can't. It held so much. So much of me. So much of my pain.

I looked down at my feet. He sighed, his breath blowing me away.

"Remember that day when Luke Dawson pushed you and you were holding your sketch pad so it fell on the trash can? But then you didn't get it after. I did."

I gasped. He had my sketch pad all those years. He must've saw my drawings, my pains. 

"Remember that night when Drake Denver and his friends made you cry? You did nothing. But I did."

I gasped even more. He beat them up. That's why they have black-eyes the next day. I never thought he'll do that for me. But he did.

"Remember when you fainted at PE class and no one dared to bring you at the clinic? I did."

Right this moment I don't know what was happening. My heart is beating bumper to bumper and I can't breath normally. He cared for me. Tyler Murphy actually cared for me...

Someone actually cared for me.

"You never knew I cared because I threatened everybody at school not to say a single word."

I can't breath. I can't believe he threatened everybody at school because he doesn't want me to know that he cared. Why did he do that? What for?

He sighed deeply.

"Please say something, Allie."

Shivers ran down my spine every time he says my name. Please don't say my name. Please shout my name at the top of the world. Please. . . 

I moved no inch. I stayed looking down to avoid his eyes. I can never ever ever ever ever look at those eyes. Those eyes...

"Look at me. Allie, please."

I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't. I wanted to. But I can't.

"Allie...  look at me in the eyes and tell me everything."

I break. Tears streamed down my eyes freely. And I don't care if Tyler Murphy is seeing me cry right now. I want him to feel what I feel. I want him to just forget everything and hold me in his arms. I want him to wipe my tears away.

"Allie..."

He cupped my face and I flinched. I flinched not because I hate his touch, but because his touch is what I've been longing for the whole time.

His touch brought me life. His touch made me ache for more. His touch is everything I could ever asked for.

"Please don't cry..." He begged as he closed the space between us.

His closeness content me, delight me, rapture me.

He was cupping my cheek and he made me look at him. His eyes...

Oh God, his eyes his eyes his eyes his eyes his eyes his eyes is drowning me I'll die.

"Tell me everything..." 

No. One. Could. Stop. Me. Now.

Right here, right now I'll tell him everything and no one will stop me. . .

"I love you so badly. But I can't. And you gotta have the strength to get away from me because I know none of us can." ... That's the words I never thought I'll say. But I did.

And that words was also the words that changed my life forever.