Slightly On The Inside (Mikayuu)

Chapter Six

Running. Running. I must keep running until my feet become numb.

The icy shards of rain poured down on my body. I indulged the ever endless pain of cold, dripping water on my hickey coated body. The thunder became louder and my clothes only got wetter. But I kept running. This was wrong. Everything, everything was wrong.

Being alone in my own bully's home along with the following events of him basically forcing himself on me. What is he? Just what does he want from me? He hates me! No doubt there. And I hate him.

I finally stopped under a bus stop, screeching out a shout of pain as cold water continued to drip on the Love marks Mikaela had given me. I left my damned laptop at his house and not to mention my glasses becoming all soggy from the tears mixed with God's rain.

"D-dad," I whispered, "somebody, help," I cried out. I kept screaming in pain from the hickeys. It was as if he were a damned vampire, which is crazy to think but his bites sure begged to differ. (Okay I know I'm using sooo many vampire references but if you hate it, you can suck my ass lololol).

As time went by, I had calmed down as did the thunderstorm. The roads became clear as daylight and the moon began hovering over the horizon, giving a clear view of the rich, engulfing streets of the rich.

I slowly began walking towards the end of the street, in search for my own way home. It would be a long walk but the bus actually never came as proposed.

After forty three minutes  of a deafening silence, I had finally arrived at my so long destination; home.

The house was lit with many lights which I presumed Asuramaru and my father were home. I had hoped they were at least in their rooms but even so, they would for sure worry about all of the now fresh, newly formed hickeys surrounding all over my neck going down to my whole body. I quickly opened the door as a scent of warm chocolate chip cookies invited my inside and the warmth of the house quickly greeted me. My skin became tight and I was finally peaceful.

From the corner of my eye, my father sat calmly, watching his afternoon shows and Asuramaru in the kitchen, mixing a peppermint stick into what seemed to be hot chocolate. My father looked away from the tv and gazed at me, up and down, eyeing my whole fragile, damaged body. Without notice, I had also forgotten to even button my shirt up which revealed the rest of the exposed purple flesh all around my chest to my v line. He cocked an eyebrow in concern, turning the tv off and crossing his legs. I knew where this was going, and I sure as hell didn't want Asura to hear his nagging.

"So, studying? I didn't think it involved someone sucking on your whole body, also, any particular reason why you're covered in rain water?" I rolled my eyes. It was a bad sight, no doubt about it. Any father would be concern as to why their own small son was seen with teary eyes, wet clothing, and half sexually abused body. Of course, mine didn't seem to show it.

Asura walked towards my father, gently laying his hands on his shoulders. He too cocked an eyebrow, looking up and down at me. I quickly became nervous and gnawed my bottom lip in concern. How was I supposed to explain the whole situation at that? Certainly I was not going to tell him that my life long bully (in which he did not know of) sexually abused me in his own home but technically I liked it because Mikaela is actually sexy as hell and I was certainly not going to pass up the moment of a fine, rich boy making me his rag doll. And hell, I didn't mind at all.

What the hell am I saying anymore?

"Look at that," I answered, looking down, "must've been an allergic reaction." Reaction? No, I could do better but I was too into the moment. I didn't even know what I was thinking at that point, I just knew I wanted to go upstairs and drown myself in despair. The only thing on my mind was if Mikaela only did it to embarrass me like he always did. Like he always will.