Porcelain

Chapter 11

I just finished an exam and as I sat there I thought to myself 'Screw this'! Why should I write about something I completely show no interest in and that won't impact me at all after school just 'cause some old, bald-headed teacher told me to? That's right! I won't! I mean, people followed Hitlers orders and we all know how that went, so I'm basically just saving us all from WWIII. You're welcome!

Since we're safe for now we can continue reading, and remember to fúck your teachers (not literally) and do as you please *proud face*!

Chapter 11

After hours of gaming, and honestly a lot of cheating by pushing each other around for a distraction, my eyelids felt heavy and I rested my head on Josiah's shoulder with a sigh.

"Tired?" He mumbled with his face in my hair and I hummed in reply. "The guest room is already set up so I can show you where it is now if you want." I weakly nodded and pulled him with me up. My legs were completely numb from sitting on the floor and Emeka laughed at my attempt to wake them up by shaking my legs back and forth like a lunatic.

We walked down the hall on the one-floor apartment, or as I still wanted to call it: garage.

"So here it is. The other rooms here," he pointed towards the closest ones around mine "are ours if you need anything." I nodded, just wanting to get some sleep to gain my energy. "I'll wake you up tomorrow so you can get a ride to school." All of a sudden I felt like a burden, almost as if I was using their kindness to my favor, which I technically was but not direct. I was about to close my door but abruptly stopped when I realized I forgot something.

"I'm really grateful that you're letting me stay here. And all your help, it means a lot. Thanks." He smiled and bent down to kiss my cheek. Before pulling away he whispered good night and then left me hanging in total and complete confusion. It took a while to shake myself out of my daze but when I did I closed the door and legit threw myself on the bed. With everything going around paranoia crept up on me and I started to question everything as well as having vivid memories replaying in my mind.

Don't scream if it hurts

I'm not like him

The Porcelain cracked

Good night

It didn't stop, just continued on and on. It felt like forever. I tried closing my eyes, blocking it out but nothing worked.

′If I'm not taking that shit again I need to lift off some steam.′

I got up and was thankful for having a window by my bed. As quietly as I could I opened it and climbed out, one foot touching the ground at a time. Then I did as I've always done, I ran.

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The punching bag swayed in the air as I repeatedly punched and kicked its frame. Sweat dripped down my forehead, even though I was only in shorts and a sports bra the heat rushed through me as I continued releasing my anger. My knuckles were sore under the wrapping I'd done earlier and my breathing was heavy but none of it mattered.

The internal battle in my head occupied my senses and I clearly couldn't think straight.

'I should move again. But he will find me anyway. You should kill him. Good luck with that.'

The gym was dark since I hadn't turned the lights on when I went in with my spare key but a few rays of the sunrise that lighted up the place made it possible for me to see. Kick Kick Punch Kick. Series after series followed and all of a sudden I heard hands clapping slowly behind me.

"I'm glad I still can get you riled up."

′That voice'.

Gradually I turned around and came face to face with Zach. He hadn't changed a bit. The tattoos that went from his chest up his neck were visible over the shirt he was wearing and his eyes were dark over the smirk on his face.

Zach walked forward and his tall frame easily towered over me.

′How the hell did he get bigger since last time'.

A hand crept its way up my face and my fist collided with his cheek seconds after. Deep chuckles were heard and I waited for the blow. He straightened up, looked me straight in the eye and I bent down when I saw his arm ready to attack.

What I didn't prepare for was a kick in my stomach at the same time I avoided his fist coming for my face. I fell on the floor and tried to kick away his feet. He moved in time and I barely touched his calves.

A stinging pain was felt on my knee and I looked down to see his foot crushing it. When Zach bent down I brought my other leg up to collide with his side, pushing him away. As fast as I could I got up, stumbling when I realized my lack of footing from my left leg and looked around in hope of a solution, something I could use against him.

"The only one with a weapon here is me." Zach took his hand inside his jacket and I saw a knife flashing in the sunlight. He turned around slowly and vice versa spun facing me and released the knife out of his grip.

My hands went up to shield my face and I felt a sharp pain in my forearm. Looking down I saw the tip of the knife screwed in my arm and I didn't bother the rules in regard to a leaking wound when I took it out, making it bleed even more.

"This is a fun reunion, don't you think? You fight better, sadly for you not good enough." While resting my back against the wall I felt a solid clenched hand hitting the side of my face, making my lip bleed, and in mere seconds his hand was on my throat, digging into my skin, choking me. My unharmed arm reached out to knock him away but he just tightened his grip. The oxygen was cut short and I clutched his wrist trying to tug it of me. Zach knocked my head against the wall and my vision blurred. My breath hitched multiple times but my lungs didn't fill with air, they stayed empty.

He tilted his head as if taunting me to tap out.

"Why - don't you - push harder." I cooed out between coughs. A wicked proud smile portrayed his sharp features and he released me, making me fall for support on his shoulder, captivating his arm when I felt the room spin around me. He patted my back and shushed me as I was breathing heavily. When I gained my sight I pushed back but his grip on me wasn't leaving.

"You know how long I looked for you?" I scoffed.

"Probably for as long as I hide from you." Our distance decreased and we were now face to face with his hand still on my back. For a while, I didn't focus on what he was saying but I hissed in pain when he put pressure on my weakened knee.

"Enlighten me on why you ran. 'Cause I thought that we were doing good."

'Is this asshole serious?!"

"Yeah, we were great. Absolutely perfect except for the torture, endless lies and never-ending manipulation. Splendid." I spit out the last words and was left with betrayal. It wasn't my fault but if I just hadn't been that naive I wouldn't have had the same past and possible future.

"So you found out, huh." His expression didn't reveal anything other than slight irritation.

"It was kind of inevitable. Your precautions were never meant to last a lifetime." Anger in my voice was heard as I stared right in his eyes, I wasn't gonna back down again. At the same time I wanted nothing more than for this to end.

′I only wanna go home, fix my utter wounds and think about anything else than this."

"I guess so." He leaned in closer and still with the disgust on my face kissed my neck mumbling. 'I won't let you go this time. Look forward to see me again.' Promptly I cringed and saw him standing up, leaving the gym.

'It's gonna be a real pain in the ass to get back home.'

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Thoughts? ~