"Hold the fuck up. The reason my parents were never around was a fucking knife?" "Sure looks like it. My dad was shot because of some stupid kitchen utensil, huh."
We currently sat on the floor, books and journals scattered all around us. Aryan went a tad bit crazy and pulled out every journal and picture his father ever took. "This is wild man. Your father's been behind this dagger since before you were born," I still couldn't wrap my head around this and I don't think anyone else could either.
"I don't understand. Why didn't he ever tell me or my mother?" I could see how much this pained him, all of it. He never dug out this part of his father because he didn't trust himself to be able to handle whatever he would find. I could see the way he choked out each word, how he dug his nails in the palm of his hand, how he gripped each photo and each piece of paper so tightly yet so carefully.
"You know what happened to him because of this- whatever we can call this. He just cared about you too much to put you in harm's way," Anna answered softly. "I just wish I knew about this. I wish I knew so I wouldn't have picked endless fights with him and I wouldn't have loathed him for not being there," Aryan didn't bother taking his eyes off the picture he held in his hand.
"Kid, don't beat yourself up, I know it's hard. It's not your fault, you were kept in the dark. You were too young to know, hell, you still are too young," I looked at him and all I saw was regret, him not even bothering to try and hide the feeling.
There was silence filling the room once again, each one of us not having the courage or heart to break it. But it seemed that I didn't need to have the heart to break it, Aryan decided to speak up instead.
"We better save these photos. We can use them to figure out where to go next," he sighed and rubbed his eyes, because he was tired or he was wiping tears, I couldn't tell.
"Let's sleep first. We can go over this tomorrow," I got up and Bert held his hand out for me to help him up, which I smacked away and he pouted and grumbled under his breath but got up.
"No sex in my house!" Aryan called out as he went to his room, Chloe and Anna snickering as they pulled out blankets to put on the couch they were going to share.
"We're both virgins and too awkward for sex!" Bert grumbled under his breath but I still heard him, giving out a chuckle as I walked towards the rather short bed in Aryan's guest bedroom.
"I still refuse to believe you're a virgin. Not when you look like that," I teased and red creeped up his neck and covered his face and ears entirely.
"Well, technically I'm not a virgin but I'd like to think of myself as one," Bert shrugged while taking of his blood stained t shirt and throwing it at my face.
I pulled it off and stared at it in disgust before turning to him and asking, "Your first time was that bad?"
"Well, my first time didn't involve me consenting," He sighed and looked down, suddenly finding the floor rather interesting.
It took me while to think of what to say, saying that I was sorry seemed so rehearsed and impersonal, it showed nothing of how I actually felt.
"How old were you?" I looked up to see he's changed out of his jeans and into sweatpants. "It started when I was... seven? I think?" My jaw dropped and I stared at him wide eyed as he avoided my stare.
"Started? How- how many times?" I stumbled over words, wanting to know the answer but too scared to know the truth at the same time.
"Until I was about fifteen. After that he, my father that is, just turned to hitting," his jaw clenched and his eyes screwed shut as I felt my hands ball up into fists.
"Your father? Your father did..?" I trailed off, not being able to get the words out. He just nodded and took deep breaths to calm himself down.
"Did your mom know?" "Let's get to bed. We can talk later tomorrow," that gave me the answer.
"I'm sorry if-if I pushed it too far," about an hour later I turned to face him to say that. "You didn't. I normally prefer to act like it never happened but it did and it feels good to... to finally have someone know," he turned to face me and I realised how close we were lying, our limbs tangled and our breaths fanning out on each other's face.
"Can I kiss you?" His voice came out in whispers, anything louder seeming too much for the moment. I simply nodded my head and he leaned in, as did I. It seemed a bit awkward considering how we lay but neither of us cared.
"Goodnight," I said and turned to face my back to his chest, not wanting to let him see how red my face was.
"Ya know, I know your face is bright there's no point in turning around," I could practically hear his grin.
"Oh fuck off," I elbowed him in the stomach and he groaned.
...
"No guy really your face is so red like it's brighter than a tomato,"
"Bert, shut the fuck up before I kick you off the bed."
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Nyx Anora
Teen Fiction"What are we doing? Really. What-what is this?" "I'm sorry, I don't know," "Exactly. We don't know. I don't know you, you don't know me. What is this then?" "...I-" "You don't know."
