Schooling

Break Bone

I'VE BEEN IN UNI NOW!! SUE ME!!

To address a comment I read>>> OMG NO!! This isn't a retelling of fifty shades! It's not a fan fiction I promise haha

Same as usual if there are any grammar/spelling issues point 'em out plz and ty

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Staying with the Nights was just like this. No warmth, no love, nobody, no body. Except for my cousin as she held me at lonely hours of the night while I cried. It's only been one night but waking up countless times and having countless meaningless conversations with my cousin and falling asleep again with numb relief has made it seem like days have passed. I didn't sleep in the same bed as Xavier the past few nights. He barely even spoke to me. He seemed distant. Distracted. Uninterested. But I didn't know that my body would be restless if I knew he wasn't in the same house. Suburb. Maybe even city. I didn't realize that this one night would turn into a never-ending nightmare. I don't realize that I'd be lonely. That being without him would be so cold. I should be used to being alone. I was isolated as a child. My friends don't understand what I have to go through when I visit my family and that in itself is lonely. Lonlieness of mind and soul.

After chasing my cousin out and reassuring her that I'll be fine and she has to sleep for her shoot tomorrow I get out of bed. The cold wooden floor doesn't bother me. As stupid as it sounds I feel numb. Cece doesn't understand why I ran to her and didn't stay to talk to my mystery man, given what I overheard. After further considering our relationship I realizing how dangerous what we were doing was. World-renowned genius and principal to a world-renowned school going out with a student could put the school, his school in jeopardy. His job. I don't really care much about my reputation. Any bad light shed under my name falls on my parents. Something I would rather embrace if I came across such luck. But why didn't I think of this? I overthink everything but why not this? Am I lovesick? Or even worse, am I actually sick? No there's no denying it. It's the Night and much like every other girl, I too blindly fell, back-first into the mist hoping cold arms catch me.

Walking to the kitchen was its own unspoken chore. Not only did I bang my toe on every piece of furniture but every piece of furniture reminded me of Night's little cottage. His tables, his chairs. His meticulously ordered spice shelf. His kitchen. My eyes grew glassy and soon the tears streamed down my face and I let them not bothering to wipe them away. As I entered the kitchen I noticed the living room light was on and could hear Cece whispering to someone at the door. I searched the kitchen for tea bags and found the same small package I'd forced her to buy in the same condition I'd left it in when I last visited. As I turned to look for the sugar my heart dropped and a warm chill ran down my spin. My senses returned and I could feel my heart pumping again.

"Your boyfriend explained what happened and we've both agreed you need to be more patient," Cece said brushing past him and heading to her room shouting goodnight as she left.
Standing infront of me was Night soaked in rain with arms crossed against his chest.

Where do we stand. To be honest I'm well aware his silence could have meant a lot of things but I assumed the worst. It was the most sensible answer. The most rational at the time. The safest answer. Because I'm scared of everything he's doing. Meeting his family. The new clothes. The money. Would telling him all this make a difference. Would he understand or would he think I'm childish. I am younger than him. Maybe this is how older people function in relationships and me...well, I guess I'm not ready for that.

I stared deep into his eyes that were stained with a bit of red. I stared at another red mark that ruined his perfection that was somewhat hidden beneath his chin. It was turning purple. A bruise. Then I saw him shiver again and as another means to avoid the inevitable conversation I rushed out of the kitchen and grabbed a towel.