Forbidden

Chapter 7.

Cole:

"So Cole, what was the reason of why you destroyed your dorm room?" The Councilor Mrs. Joy questions me.

I study her, her nose is scrunched up, eyes crinkled at the sides. Joy has blonde hair, cut short in a bobb. She's wearing a pen-skirt with a tucked in button up blouse. Her cheek bones are high, making her appearances look bony.

"Cole? Did you hear me?" I nod my head. Joy's voice is soft, but stern.

Two tactics.

Soft as to not frighten and to encourage me to speak. Stern to let me be aware that she is the adult, make sure I speak, and to be honest.

Oh, I'll be honest alright. Honest enough.

"Because she used me," I answer in a cynical whisper. Two can play the same game. Riddles. I love riddles, figure them out and horror lies beneath. I grin as I look up at her, finally feeling something to drive me on a little farther. Something just a little more.

"Who is she?" Mrs. Joy doesn't bother putting icing on the top. She thinks that since I wasn't reluctant to speak of her, neither should she.

But...

If she does speak badly about her, I think I might just loose it again.

I don't answer and Joy takes the hint to ask a different question. "What did she do to use you?"

"She took everything from me." A small chuckle bubbles at the end of my sentence as I restrain my hysteria. "Look at what she's done to me, Joy." I pause for given effect with a smile. "Making me come here and submit to this hell hole."

"And how did she do that, Mr. Ember?" Joy shifts in her seat so I settle down in mine and fein relaxation and calmness.

I shrug my shoulders and avoid eye contact. I'll get her back soon anyways. She's mine and always will be. "It doesn't matter any more." I decide to cut things short, suddenly this game is no fun. "Thanks for talking to me, it won't happen again." I excuse myself from her office, standing up and walking to the door.

Just as my fingers grazes the handle, Joy speaks up. "If this ever happens, you'll be expelled from participating in the tournament."

Joy thinks that just because she has higher ranking than I, she can render me as useless. But there's one thing she's misplaced.

Don't tempt a desperate man.

I turn around and take a few steps towards her. "Oh, it won't." I whisper with a hitched up grin. Then I take my leave from her office.

"Cole! Are you alright?!" Emily exclaims as I round the corner to my dorm.

I wave her off with a sluggish swat of my hand and continue on my way.

"I- I cleaned your room, but the school is going to have to provide you with another chair." She pauses for a moment, as though she is gathering her bearings. "But from your pay." She finishes saying.

I shrug my shoulders, the effect of power and trickery withering from my skin. I feel as a blanket of misery lays over my shoulders. Right now, I just want to lock myself in my room.

I ignore Emily and go straight to my now clean dorm. She follows me, continuing with her babbling. As soon as my door is slammed in her face, the suffocation of pressure is relieved.

And now the agony chokes me down. I can barely make it to my bed before my knees buckle. Then the tears flush from my eyes as I clutch the mattress. Sobs after sobs rush through me like an endless waterfall, mimicking the personage of hiccups.

I don't think I can fight anymore. She has destroyed me too much. I am hollow inside, very nearly so. All that she has left me is despair. Ruined me to my core, used me and spit me out. Maybe I should just let her go, just let her be free. Isn't that what she wanted? Freedom? I don't know anymore...

My fingers trace through her hair, holding her head close. I clutch her sleeping body against my chest. My other hand rest on her waist as I stare at the green and white sky. The leaves rustling in the breeze. It's dark limbs swaying sweetly, lullabying her into a glorious slumber. Her humid and shallow breath, a constant reminder to my throat that she belongs to me. The grass tickles my arms as I shift to my side and dip my face closer to hers. And then I just stare at her peaceful beauty. Her eyelashes flushed against her cheeks in a fragile way.

And the only most delicate thought of mine is... She Will always be mine.

The wind strengthens and she grumbles awake with a groan. I smile at her, and wrap both of my arms around her stomach. I sit us up as she rubs her eyes. And when they open, I just now realize how gorgeous they are and always have been.

"Cole?" She mutters, her eyes focus and she smiles.

"Yes?" I reply, and I feel the skin around my eyes crinkle as my grin deepens. A lock of hair falls onto her face and I don't miss the look of irritation.

She moves to tuck it out of the way, but I grab her hand. "That's my job, now." I whisper before dipping my face toward her lips. Her nimble fingers grasp my shoulders as I place my lips against hers. I massage them together and she begins to do the same. After I feel her relax, I swipe my tongue against her lip but she shakes her head no. This breaks the kiss, yet I go back again with a reassuring, "okay," in a whisper. I press my lips against hers again, tightening my arms too. The heat of her mouth melts to my stomach and I can't dismiss the urge growing below. But I can't make myself stop, because I know she won't let her guard down like this anytime soon. My fingers travel up to her hair and I scrunch it in my fist. I put more pressure on her lips, encouraging her. She hums and the vibration travels. I push her down to the grass, accidentally more roughly than I meant to. But I don't give her time to think before I rush down after her. She closes her eyes as my lips softly but firmly claim hers, almost too eagerly. She moans and my eyes flash open in surprise, not even realizing that they closed. I'm taken aback by her pureness, with her hair splayed out and curling through the grass. Looking like little snakes possessed by an angel's hate.

I dare try once more, but only because she moaned again. I swipe my tongue against her lips and probably not even aware, she opens her mouth. I feel the breath of victory on my tongue, literally. Her taste is of yellow apples, not too sweet and not too sour. I plunge my tongue in, swabing every nook and cranny in a way of claiming her. I use my tongue to press and demand hers, forcing it to do my bidding and she quickly submits, almost no fight. I'd prefere if there was none, but that will be worked on.

I push those thoughts from my mind as I realize my arms burning from forcing my weight off her. So I sit us up and break the kiss, knowing what comes afterwards.

I let her head rest on my shoulder as her little body shakes. A small cry escapes past her lips and I squeeze her tighter. Finally, after her shaking calms, I turn her to face me. I wipe away the tears and give her a chaste kiss, knowing it's only going to make her cry more.

"I don't know know why I cry everytime! I just can't control it..." her voice dies and a cry replaces it.

"It's okay, I don't mind." I sooth and rub her shoulders.

"Don't look at me, I'm ugly right now." she whines which only makes me grin.

"But this is my favorite look, snot running down your nose and cheeks flushed." I tease. She hides her face in my chest and rubs her nose on my shirt. I laugh.

Yeah, she's all mine...

I'm yanked from the memory, begging for it to return. But now I have another reason to fight. Now I am angry again, because she took that away from me and there's only one way to get that back. I have to get her back! Or I will die trying!

And if I die, she will too... together just as we were.