The Beast

The Beast (2)

Once the clock in the restroom struck  eleven thirty, I sneaked out the restroom and hightailed it out of school.

I just wanted out of this living hell....

Then, I skidded into an abrupt halt when a thought crossed my mind.

My bag...

I almost groaned in annoyance and I slowly turned around to face the building again, just wanting to run to the hills and never look back.

But.... It had my diary in it.

I took a shaky breath before I silently made my way back to the front doors for the second time that day.

I strode to the first place where I was in the morning which was  to the homeroom classroom. No class will be there for the day so I considered myself lucky.

I slid the door open, wincing at the loud screeching sound it made and gingerly peered in.

I squinted my eyes but no matter how much I looked around, my bag was nowhere to be found. But it couldn't have just grown legs and ran away.

So where was it?!

I started panicking, my throat closing up on me as I struggled to breathe through the tears that formed in my eyes.

Someone got my bag...

My things...

My diary...

It was the only thing that kept me moving on in this joke that people called life, the only thing that connected me to my parents. It's the reason why I'm still here right now.

I...I...What....What do I do?

I screwed my eyes shut and placed my head in my hands as I tried not to cry and bawl out my misery.

The diary meant everything to me....

How could I just lose it?!

I collapsed onto the floor in an ungraceful heap but I didn't cry. I forced the tears to go away.

I swore I'd never cry again.

Not anymore.

No one deserved my tears.

Show no weakness...

I don't know how long I sat on the floor, stomach churning, head spinning, hands shaking but after a while the lunch bell rang, ruining the silence that I was in. I could hear the people as they passed by the door, chattering as they headed to grab their lunches while I was here, wallowing in my own misery.

I almost chuckled darkly at the thought. I was a nobody. A hopeless case.

I shakily stood up, heading towards my empty seat, staring blankly at my wooden desk.

What do I do?

I slowly untied my braid and ran a hand through my hair trying to think of something, anything to get it back.

My hands stopped moving as I stared at my hair, hair the same color as my mother's. I used to love that little fact about me but now....

I wanted to look like some other person.

It reminded me of too much...

As I suffered in silence, my knees brought up to my chest, I tried to calm myself.

I didn't notice when the door slid open or when the figure strode over to tower over me.

Something heavy suddenly plopped down on my desk in front of me and my head snapped up to see my purple backpack, my eyes widening at the sight.

I slowly craned my head up to see an emotionless looking Adrian as he stood ver me, assessing me with a blank gaze.

I shrank into the seat at the sight of his tall and intimidating frame but I couldn't help the butterflies that fluttered around happily in my stomach.

I put my gaze down, feeling quite tiny under his intense gaze and I murmured a tiny thank you, earning a small nod from him.

I quickly grabbed my bag and peered inside, releasing a breath of relief when I saw everything, neat and untouched.... also my diary.

I zipped my bag close, biting my lip as I lifted my gaze to look at him.

"Sorry for what happened earlier. I didn't mean to scare you." He suddenly spoke, voice low but I could hear the truth that laced his words.

I jerked a tiny nod and stood up to leave, just wanting to go home and rest.

"Wait." He took my hand in his and I immediately stiffened. My small hand was dwarfed by hisbut for a weird reason... I felt protected and the sparks where he was touching me was just confusing me even more.

"You were hiding this morning." He stated, voice hard as if he was mad at me for doing so yet he also sounded concerned at the same time.

"Did I scare you that much?" He asked and I craned my head to look at him in hte eyes. Him being taller than me by a whole lot wasn't helping my neck at all.

When I saw his face, I almost fell flat due to my wobbly knees. His brows were drawn together and his lips turned into a slight frown that made me want to immediately fix it right away.

It just didn't look nice on his face.

I couldn't say anything and if I could have, what would I say?

Yes you did scare me and even now, I wanna run to the hills, screaming my head off, I thought to myself but didn't have the guts to say it out loud.

He took my silence as some kind of answer and he stepped closer, making me take a step back but he just leaned down, placing his face just inches away from mine.

"Be honest with me." He demanded softly and for the first time, his eyes showed me something other than anger.....

Pain.

I gulped audibly, feeling rather suffocated with his face too close to mine for my comfort and I felt the sweat as it beaded on my forehead.

I hesitantly nodded, and lowered my eyes, suddenly interested with my sneakers.

Then he said the one thing I never thought he would. "Can you forgive me?"

My eyes nearly bulged right out f my head and I gasped. 

What?!

He was begging me with those eyes of his and I couldn't help but wonder... was this really who  the people calle 'The Beast'?

He was. I knew he was.

When I hid in the restroom earlier, a group of girls came in, never noticing the curled up ball int he corner which was me as they continued their chatter.

 They were talking about him as they touched up their make up. How he really waas and what they heard about him. He was supposed to be cold, temperamental, emotionless....

But what was he doing?

He was begging for me to forgive him.

Me....

I blinked, staring at him properly. He looked awfully honest so I couldn't help but to nod.

I could forgive him as long as he doesn't hurt me or talk to me anymore. No one was supposed to be even noticing my existence.

He seemed pleased with the tiny nod and I could see the small smile that almost went unnoticed by me.

I could tell he didn't smile much and I had to blink again at the sight.

He slowly let my hand go, almost hesitantly and I almost scowled at the loss of the warmth he gave me.

I quickly snapped out of it and took that as a chance to get out and I immediately did, rushing out like the hounds of hell were after me.

Skip school.

Yes...a very good idea.

I just wanted to go home.