Locked Inside an Unfortunate World (BxB)

Twisted Memories

      His skin felt soft to the touch. He had surprisingly perfect skin. I leaned closer in and planted butterfly kisses along his cheek. I planted another kiss on his cheekbone. I had the urge to cup his face and place my lips on his. I soon became intoxicated by his smell. I'm not sure why he's different, but I just couldn't draw back. It felt like being hooked on drugs all over again. My heart began to beat rapidly. It felt like it was playing a fast-paced beat, making the tension more unbearable.  I felt my arm come up and gently hold Chris's face in my hand. I slowly turned his face; our eyes met. My breath was taken away when I had the opportuity to look into his beautiful, glistening eyes. His wide eyes were swirling with... fear and confusion? I suddenly realized how close I was to him. His breath blew down my neck, just as I assume mine is. I let my hand drop; I slightly pulled back. His body was tense; face stuck in fright. Realization hit me like a tornado. what the fuck was I just doing?

"Kidding! Haha. Just wanted to see if you'd freak out. Hahaha...." My words came out too quick and nervous. I just now realized my breathing quickened. My nerves were put at rest when I saw his shoulders relax and the terror drain from his face. We both let out a big sigh. Christopher ran his hand through his hair with an odd smile.  I know it'd be inappropriate to say this, but he looked hot.

"Y-You scared m-me...." he breathed out; his voice quivering. My brows furrowed. I raised my hand to mirror good recent movement but stopped short when I saw Chris flinch. His eyes suddenly filled with terror once again. My eyes lingered on him. He realized I wasn't going to hit him, so he sighed in relief again. His expression soon turned to stone, and I couldn't tell what he was feeling.

"Chris.....?" I said softly. He shifted in his seat.  I heard the teacher giving students instructions in the back round.

    "You were saying, Oliver?" He said in a calm, nonchalant voice. I couldn't believe what I saw in front of me. The timid boy from before turned into a careless, cool boy...

  "Just who are you?" My thoughts escaped my mind in a second. I wasn't sure if it came out rude or curious. Christopher's eyes bore into mine; he had a blank expression. As he opened his mouth and spoke, the bell rang.

CHRISTOPHER'S P.O.V

       I'm scared. I can't believe my heart hasn't jumped out of my bruised rib cage and lead me to death yet. I felt Oli's breath fan my neck and face. I didn't know what to do. It felt like I was breathing through a straw. My body tensed up. My classmates' conversation and bickering soon faded out. Only me and Oliver. I shut my eyes tight. Suddenly, scenes from home boomed and filled my imagination. Roland, the man that has caused me to be like this, was breathing down my neck instead of Oli. This was the time when he first stole my innocence. My mind started playing games with me, so I began to smell the familiar stench of sweat and alcohol. I gritted my teeth and tried to rid the image of my adoptive-father. However, it didn't work. Roland cupped my chin to face him. My mind began to switch back to Oliver and the school. I stared hard into Oli's eyes, for it was the only thing making me stay here instead of being engulfed in my memories. Roland's laughter began to fade out, too. His hazel eyes shined under the warm sunlight seeping in from the window. He looked amazing by the way the sun hit his skin, and how his hair shined.

"Kidding! Haha. Just wanted to see if you'd freak out. Hahaha...." Oliver said with an uneasy voice. He shifted in his seat. He looked off. I wonder what happened to him. I internally smiled when I was back to my old self. I felt so relieved. I ran my fingers through my hair, undoing some random knots  in my hair. "Y-You scared m-me..."

This reminded me when Cameron told me to come straight to him if this ever happened again. He told me if he wasn't there to just fake it and pretend nothing happened. He says it's for our safety, so if he says it has to be, then I'll do it. I was lost in my thoughts until Oliver quickly raised his hand, and I flinched. My heart began to beat quick again. A brief picture of my adoptive father flickered in my mind. It was one of the many times he'd hit me.  I shut my eyes tight and immediately braced myself for the impact. However, it didn't come.

"Chris....?" Oli whispered. It felt nice to hear his voice full of concern. I looked at Oli. Hesitating, but not caring to say anything. I have to keep what happens at home a secret.

"You were saying, Oliver?" I said as carelessly as I could. I'm not sure how believable I looked on the outside, but on the inside, I know I'm falling apart. I feel a lump in my throat. I want Cameron here by my side. 

"Just who are you? "Oliver said, eyes slightly glaring at me. I didn't know what to say. What could I say? I'm just another troubled kid. Just another face that will soon be forgotten. Another person that will not be missed of gone. Bitterness clouded my mind. Why couldn't I be a normal kid? I didn't ask for all of this.  Who the heck is he? I couldn't contain myself, but the bell overpowered my bitter voice, "Why the fuck would you care? "

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