part 9

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Ladies toilet

I heard someone entering the ladies' room. I close my mouth as tight I can. I can barely hear my breath up and down. I'm so scared if Alan go through here just to find me. Then, the footsteps stop directly in front of one the toilet. He's coming to capture me. I was so scared he'll do worse than kissing me just now. He yell at my name. "Elly! Come on out. Don't be afraid, its me Damien. The guy Alan, i'd punched him after what he done to you. Don't worry, Elly", he talk softly. Perhaps he could hear me still crying inside there.

"No. Ju..just go k", I don't need your sympathy or help at all, dude. Get lost!", I yell furiously. I'd didn't expect him to come. I really need Kris.

"Please, don't make me crash this door, Elly. I'm just trying to calm you. After a few minutes consoling me, I sighed and open the door. I guess my eyes were swollen cause I've cried non-stop. Well, I've never been kissed. That Alan. I hate that guy. Damien quickly grab my arm and brought me into his chest. I felt warm, but I push him away.

"You know Elly, I won't let anything bad happen to you again, I promise. Just accept me at least as your friend. Even if you dislikes me, I want to be on your side so badly", he whisper in my ears.

The way he talk to me so adorable. But, I hate guys. Hate them. Its not because I'm lesbian, its because every guy remind me of my useless dad, firstly pretending love and care for mom but neglecting us when he get boring. I push him away, glaring him. I should've thanked him for comforting me and for punching Alan. I jus..just ugh. I walk away, not even turning at him. He just stood there, shocked and I could see his sorrow look toward me.

to be continued  🍁

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