The Secrets Behind Them

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"Can I come in?" Tahain knocks on the bedroom door. At the moment, I'm hiding away in my room. I don't want to leave, not with the visible marks all over my body. Tahain knocks on the wood again, leaving me to sigh.

"Yeah, you can come in." The words leave my mouth like a heavy breath. Tahain pushes the door open, finding me wrapped in the rose printed blanket of my bed. His eyes widen at the very sight of one of the dark red hickeys on my neck. I don't hesitate to pull up the collar of my shirt and hold the top of it together. The motion makes Tahain smile, almost as if he found it funny or cute. I glare at him, wondering why he isn't acting all homophobic like most people would.

"I can help you cover that all up." He steps into the room, his feet are loud against the creaking wood. I let go of my shirt, seeing no point in hiding the bruises trailing from my neck, all the way down to below one of my nipples. However, the lower hickeys aren't visible. They're all covered up.

"You don't have to," I scratch the back of my head and search for something to say, "I really don't think it matters that much." My eyes move to Tahain. He turns the other way, then brings his face back to me. He nods his head, asking me to follow him in a nonverbal way. I force myself off of the bed and leave the blanket behind. I'll feel bad later for not going with Tahain.

He takes me down the hallway, my eyes spot the bathroom and the very spot where Arthur and I totally fucked up. God, I tell myself that I won't do that kind of thing with him ever again but I never fail to do it again. My eyes scan Tahain, who is only a few feet away from me. He's still wearing that blue jacket from the day before. Tahain also gives off the most interesting vibes. According to Arthur, Tahain is supposed to be some sort of ruler or king. But...Tahain is only the same age as me, at least I think he is from looks. Regardless, he doesn't seem like the king type. He's too nice and chill for that kind of thing. Also, where's his crown? Don't kings have cr-

"Crowns are heavy as hell, bud."

Tahain's voice breaks up my thoughts. My head shoots up, realising that Tahain is a mind reader. Another mind reader, just what is needed in my life. Not that I dislike them, it's just that they sometimes don't bother with privacy. Now that I think about it, that's what got me stuck in that prison all those years ago. But I would rather not go into detail on that. My eyes move away from Tahain and I find someone I don't quite recognize behind him. It's a young woman with long, curled, red hair. I can't keep my eyes off of her, she's so odd. I feel zero energy coming from her and her body is faded. I can see through her limbs and I feel like if I swiped my hand in her direction, my hand would faze right through her.

"What are you looking at?" Tahain, once again, disrupts my focus. The woman also disappears as my attention is brought back to the scyra. Damn, it was probably just my imagination.

"Nothing," my voice is somewhat a low whisper but then elevates as a new topic comes up. "So, what are we doing?" Tahain stops at the door next to where Arthur and I embarrassed ourselves, which is also the same door we made out on. Please, please, PLEASE, tell me this isn't his room. Tahain opens the door, directing me to the inside of the bedroom. The room itself gives off many Tahain vibes.

"Voila! This is my room. I'm gonna give you better clothes for your situation." Tahain gives me an innocent smile, I return with a crooked grin. Of course this is his room. Of fucking course! I step onto the carpeted floor, finding Tahain's room to have a good amount of purple everywhere. The bedding, the actual carpet, even the curtains! Tahain moves into the room after me, then closes the door. I take myself to the bed, sitting down on the soft blankets. He rushes to the wardrobe, which is between a small sofa and the wall. He whips open the closet and immediately digs in.