Lost memories.

let it out

Millie

Its funny how sometimes we learn the lessons of life in the most inconvinient ways ever. Like now i actually understand what people mean when they say that the truth hurts. And man does it hurt. Its like being continually stabbed by a thousand needles from the inside, which means you have no control of where the needle strikes or how much pain you endure. Right now the pain is so intense that i cant stand being in the same room as him. I cant really decide whether its the fact that the moment we had an arguement he went running to his ex hook up buddy, or the thought of him being with her in all the time that he was avoiding me,or just the plain fact that he lied to me all this time. Either way, he betrayed me and it will take a lot for me to even consider hearing him out. I just need some space to be alone and -

"Millie,wait up!" Great. He cant even follow me himself. But then i again, he knows me most so he clearly knows that its  better to let me cool off for a bit. With the slap i gave him, he will want to keep a safe distance away from me just incase...

"Go away Vince, im not in the mood."

"As if ! I bet inside youre begging me to keep following you, they always-"

"If you are here just to brag about how girls throw themselves at you and how i should be more like them, then i suggest you turn around and buzz back off where you came from 'cause i swear to god if you make one more filthy or arrogant comment, i will hurt you in ways that have not been invented yet. Understand?"

"Yes ma'am," he looks genuinely scared, so im guessing i got my point across. Without wasting anymore time, i turn right down the corridor and pop into an empty classroom. From the deco and the set up of the tables,this looks like an english classroom. This will have to do.

"So what do you want?" I direct the question to Vince, whose currently standing across from me. It feels wierd being behind closed doors with him. I worries me that if someone walks in, they might get the wrong impression, since its lunch time and normally everyone is out and about, not hiding away in empty classrooms.

"Theres a lot of things that i want," he starts. Slowly he advances towards me with this indescribable glint in his eyes. Something about the way his voice has become more hoarse and his looks more intense, makes me feel uncomfortable. Like im the prey of the day being cornered by the deadliest preditor alive.

"Do you remember our little agreement? The one about us being friends?"

"Yes... What about it?"

"Well, what if i told you that i didnt want to be just friends anymore? What if i proved to you that i can treat you better than he has, than he does and than he ever will? And what if i told you that i loved you?" By now ive walked all the back into the wall. He is right in front of me and there is no way of me escaping.

"Why are you telling me this now?"

"Because the last time i kept my feelings from you, someone else stole my place." His voice has so much hatred in it and his hand caressing my cheek sends shudders through my whole being. Not the good kind.

"But i dont feel the same about you."

"You do, but you just dont know it yet."Before i can utter a word, im silenced by him crashing his vulgour lips against mine. I try to push him away but he captures my hands and puts them over my head, holding me there. Pressing his body against mine means that i wont be able to wriggle out or knee him. His onion tinged tongue slathers against my tightly shut lips, begging for entrance. If there is one thing i hate, its being helpless. Having someone who weighs a ton, crushing their whole weight in you to stop you from fighting against them. Instead, i stop fighting him and relax against him. The moment i open my mouth, he is eager to thrust his tongue down my throat by before i even get the chance to bite it, an unmistakable voice bellows out, effectively shocking the monster off of me.