Remmington's School for Troubled Teens

Chapter 27

I kissed her carefully. More cautious than I usually would. Our lips molded together perfectly. Her hand that was on my arm moved up to my cheek and then to the nape of my neck, softly fiddling with my hair.

My hands moved from her waist and ran up and down her sides, pulling her closer to me. Her supple lips gently kissed mine and I grabbed the back of her neck, deepening the kiss. I ran my tongue smoothly across her bottom lip, asking for access, to which she granted.

I put my hands back on her waist and gracefully picked up her small body. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I walked over to the bed, laying her down carefully. I hovered over her, drawing small circles on her thighs. Everything was slow, vehement, impassioned. But the mood was set differently than any other time that we had kissed. It was dreary and upset.

I knew something was wrong. And my feeling was confirmed when I felt her sad, salty tears wet my lips. I pulled away from her, heartbroken, and watched another tear escape her eye and cascade down her cheek. Her lips were red from kissing me and her eyes were puffy from crying.

"Scarlett..." I said, full of concern as I stood back up. I immediately pulled her up as well and into a hug. Had I done something to upset her? Did I take something too far?

"Baby doll, what's wrong?" When I asked her that, she sank down to the floor. Her hand ran down my body as she dropped to her knees. Her soft fingertips slowly left me and I could still feel her touch even after her hand had fallen.

Scarlett sat on her knees, clutching her chest and began full on crying now. Her brown eyes were filled with tears that continued to spill. I sat down next to her and pulled her in between my legs. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly, like if I didn't, she would become unwound. She would explode.

She held onto my arms and continued crying as I whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

"Scarlett, love, what's wrong? You have to talk to me, now. Did I do something? Do you want to leave? I need you to talk to me, baby, because I don't know where I stand. I need you to help me understand how you feel and what's on your mind because I want to help you. I want to so badly, but sometimes I feel like you push me away..." I was speaking honestly to her. Hoping that she would understand and hoping that she would know that she could confide in me. I wanted to be her rock. But I really didn't know what she wanted.

Scarlett's cries had died down at this point, she was listening to me. She was hearing me out.

Then, she turned to face me and shook her head "no." She wiped away her tears and then began to talk.

"You didn't do anything, Luke. You didn't do anything wrong. And, no I don't want to leave..." She took a deep, shaky breath in before continuing. She gripped my hands and looked me in the eyes.

"My dream...my nightmare...Its. Well..." tears welled in her eyes again, "My dad. It was always the same one. And I was tied to a bed and chained and I couldn't get up or move. He would come over top of me and-" Then she busted into tears again. She couldn't even finish. But I had a feeling that I knew what came next.

"I would always wake up before he...before he...you know, hurt me..." She said sorrowfully, once again trying to wash her tears away.

"Scarlett." I said firmly to her. I wasn't mad or upset with her. But I had to know the truth.

I held her hands tighter and then lifted her chin so that she would look at me. Her droopy, tired eyes bore into mine with apprehension, waiting for me to continue.

"Did he rape you?" I asked in a stern voice. I had to know. I couldn't breathe or live or feel if I didn't know the truth. If her father raped her, it was over. I was killing him, no hesitation, no need to even think. He was dead. He was gone. It was bad enough that he both physically and sexually abused his own daughter, which was enough to fuck anyone up. But if he raped her! That would be the truest form of evil.