AN: Okay peoples reading this, i really need to know what you think about the story so i wud really appreciate you guys leaving comments and voting. i will refuse to write the next chapter until i get at least 10 comments, just to start wit. thanks! i threw in Christina so you guys kinda get a better feel on her so here's chapter 4
also pic of terence!
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*Christina's POV*
The night was horrible, the only thing keeping me from breaking down was Storm laying next to me. I've only known him for a week and a half and already he saves my life. Because I don't know if I could have dealt with rape. I had nightmares about Terence and all the different ways the night could have ended if Storm wasn't here. Some times I would walk up in the middle of the night crying.
Storm would comfort me and talk about the most random things just to keep my mind off the situation that had passed. He would tell me about his better childhood days, and that he was adopted which came as a surprise to me, but he told me to keep quiet because he didn't want anyone to know. Something about not wanting to be pitied. Or other times he would tell me to just look into his eyes and every time I did,I got lost. I think anyone would really. The aqua blue and green spots blending together after a certain amount of time. That was Friday night, the night of the party.
Saturday Gale brought me clothes but I could only bear looking at him for a short amount of time. Another man, that's what he was. Even though he is my brother since childhood, he was still another man. Storm would notice my slight trembling after Gale would stay more than an hour and would make an excuse for him to have to leave. That night all I could think of was different situations but the same goal in mind. If I was in a street by myself, an ally, a dark park, the back of a store, at home alone. That night I didn't sleep at all. Storm had tried to stay up but he fell asleep after 3:52. He had his head in my lap as I stroked his hair as a kind of therapy. I didn't sleep through the night at all.
It was finally Sunday or Monday? because the sun was starting to just barely light the room. I hadn't left the room since Friday night and was starting to get a little stuffy, the air becoming heavy. I decided that since Storm will wake up soon,I'll have someone to protect me. I went around the room and opened the windows. Storm's room was on the second story, in the front of the house so his window took up more than half the wall facing the door. The breeze swept the entire room of the stale air.
Storm woke up about thirty minutes later when the wind rattled some of the things in the room. He had brought me breakfast and as soon as I ate,I was out. No nightmares bothered me, except the occasional discomfort of eyes staring intensely at me in the dream, but then soon fading. I woke again around dinner time, and actually went downstairs to eat with the rest of the family. And even though I had slept the whole day, I was exhausted. But I managed to stay up until midnight when Storm told me we had school tomorrow. I was thinking of just skipping tomorrow but decided I should go.
Storm fell asleep around 1, but I stayed awake another two hours. but this time I didn't have nightmares or discomfort, just a dark, dreamless sleep that was well needed.
*Gale's POV*
Ugh, how I feel like such a creep right now. Sitting outside someones house, watching to make sure they don't come out and no one goes in. Well I am Christina's bodyguard, so I guess it's not that bad, but still. She has been holed up in Storm's room the entire weekend and now it's early Monday morning and she refuses to go to school.
"Please come in and talk to her she wont let me out of her vise grip and I need to get ready soon, and so does she." Storm was telling me over the phone.
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