~The Kill~ ~Chapter 5~
~Sky's P.O.V~
When I awoke, I had a massive headache. I seemed to be drenched in sweat.
Which is about when I recalled what I had done.
It struck me like a ton of bricks. My head swinging to face the sleeping body next to me. Hesitantly, I pulled back the sheet's. Shit! He was naked! My body must have jumped 10 feet off the bed because it sure as hell woke Lynk up. His arm's snaked around my waist and I struggled to push him away.
"Let go of me you rapist!" I screamed. I was still stronger than him, but he had some kind of mind force that made me calm down. I hated when he did that! The pounding of my head began to ease down as did the panic that grew inside of me.
He whispered soft things into my ear before, I assume, determining I had calmed down. Because he let me go. Which is when I got off the bed and began hurling things at the wall of the cave. Smashing breakable vases, lamp's, and china wear. All in while, screaming 'RAPIST' at the top of my lungs.
Lynk just sat there. Head in his hands.
I soon realized I was completely naked, while having my hissy fit. Which led onto another hissy fit. Me being so self conscious of my tiny and petite body. I grabbed one of my yellow summer dresses and booked it to the lake beside the cave. He didn't even notice I left! So much for loving me!
~Lynk's P.O.V~
I just sat there, blankly, stupidly. And most of all, silently. She had flipped out. I hadn't raped her, or did mind control. It was of her own will. But I felt guilty none the less. I had robbed her of something she did not want to hand over to me.
And most of all. Bailey would kill me.
I was now wallowing in self pity. There was a burning hole in my heart.
I clutched my chest.
And it hurt.
I buried my face in her pillow, which smelled of her heavenly scent.
And it hurt.
I didn't even notice the tears that spilled from my eyes like a water fall until her whole pillow was drenched. I choked back a sob and stood up. Stretching my very tense muscles. Her bed was too small for the both of us; that was for sure.
After getting dressed in my usual clothing. I decided to go home. I didn't need to bathe, I didn't sweat, I never stunk, and never got dirty. What was the point?
A chill ran down my spine. Bailey would kill me. She would. How could I not forget this?
That's when I went home. Eye's fixed on the ground
~ Bailey's P.O.V ~
Who am I kidding? I did not feel anything for this child! I never liked her in the first place, I just, for some reason, felt her agony. And took her in as my apprentice. Why? I do not know. She was just a child, ten at that. I remember that age very faintly. Maybe that was why?
But she was not my own, she never would be. I never wanted kids, she was more like a pet in my eyes. One I would have to feed, teach, and house train.
My footsteps must have picked up the pace because before I knew it I was in full view of the bathing Schuyler. Who's face was in her hands.
Was she crying?
My vision was ten times better than any mudanes. I could see those tears spilling down her cheeks and neck until it hit the water. Wait, hold it up a second! A hickey. She had one on her neck. That little~
I gripped the knife in my hand tighter. She didn't do what I thought she did, did she?!
No, she wouldn't have.
But that's when I saw Lynk-or so I assumed his name to be-leaving the house with tears in his eyes. His shirt was semi-buttoned up. Pants wrinkled. Schuyler did.
Instead of doing what most, guardian-like-figures, would do, I went to go scold Schuyler. The boy would be punished later.
I rushed to Schuyler's side, now waist deep in the crystal clear lake water. There were multi-colored stones, and the occasional pretty fish.
But fuck the fish, I'm here to punish Schuyler!
She didn't even notice me... She was upset.
I could now hear her voice, she whispered over, and over, and over again 'that rapist, that rapist'.
Did he rape her? No, knowing the boy he'd be in heaps more trouble if he did.
I wasn't stupid.
I brought my hand hard and fast against her face, causing her to fall back into the water. Which is when I kicked her in the back.
I mumbled things like 'Slut, Whore, Skank'.
But she just continued to cry. Not even pushing me away. Like she somewhere, deep down, felt she deserved it.
