The Chosen Few (On Hold)

Chapter 22

"Stop, you're gonna make me puke!" I squeal as Josh tickles me senseless. He laughs at me, stops like I  asked, and wraps his legs and arms around me. He puts his chin on top of my head. I snuggle into his warm embrace. We sink more into the couch cushion, and watch the fireplace flicker with sparks and fire.

Josh and I were chilling at his house while his parents were away for the weekend. It was a cold Saturday in December, and It was currently snowing lightly. It's almost time for what Earthly people call Christmas.

It's based on the Christian religion, that is the one thing I'm not foreign to. We fully embrace the belief of God in Mercurian culture. But, we never celebrate this holiday.

Another thing that tripped me up was that all the Earth people-mostly children- went gaga over this fat, white-haired dude who was in this ugly red outfit. It was very creepy when I looked It up online. It said that this so-called "Santa Claus" is watching everyone 24/7, everyday of the year to see if the person is naughty or nice. If you're one of the two, you get put on that certain list. If you get put on the nice list, you get all these presents, but if you get on the naughty list, they say you get coal.

But the most remotely awful thing I saw was at the mall on last Thursday. Me and the gang were out shopping, and I saw these little kids in line, waiting for a turn to sit on "Santa Claus's" lap. I had asked what the children were doing. They told me that the children would tell "Santa Claus" what they wanted for Christmas. And of course, Aamora had to make it inappropriate.

"Just imagine sitting on this old man's lap, and whispering in his ear your biggest desire, and he grants it." She had said with a sinister smile. Of course, we all slugged her for turning something from innocent, to pervertic.

Now, it kinda makes me laugh to myself. Josh looks at me weirdly.

"What's so funny?" He asks curious. I shrug my arms.

"Oh, just that Santa is a huge molester." I say. Josh turns my face towards him, and looks at me like I'm crazy.

"What The heck Mercetie! You just ruined Santa for me. How am I suppose to sleep now with a blowup Santa next to my bed after what you just said?" He whines. I smack him, and he whimpers some more.

"Oh grow up! I was kidding! Stop being so squeamish." I state. He smirks at me.

"You wanna know what I'm not squeamish about though?" He whispers in my ear. I shiver and giggle nervously.

"Making out with this one really hot girl." He says and tugs one of my loose hairs behind my ear. My cheeks turn so hot, you could roast a ham on them.

"Oh, who is that really hot girl you want to make out with?" I try to make my voice sound clear and confident, But it comes out shaky. He just chuckles.

"Oh, I think you know her. She looks almost exactly like you." He whispers the last part. I shiver a little.

"Well, since you seem so keen about this girl, why don't you go ahead and do it." I whisper now in his ear. He smiles little. He leans his face really close to mine so that we are only inches apart. My breath hitches in my throat, waiting for the impact of his soft lips to hit mine. He suddenly, out of no where, pulls back.

"YEET!" He shouts while laughing.

"JOSH!" I yell at him.

"What?" He asks innocently. I growl, but just roll my eyes.

"You know what, just kiss me." As that sentence leaves my mouth, I pull his face towards me, and we lock lips. I laugh a tiny 

After a few seconds, he puts his arms on my waists, and holds me tighter to him. I wrap my arms around his kneck, and kiss him harder. He sucks on my bottom lip, which makes me have to suppress a moan. He then pushes me gently backwards, so I'm lying flat on the couch, and he's on top of me. In all of this, we never loose connection the connections of our mouth. Then, he sticks his tongue in my mouth, and I follow after him. We make out for what seems ages, but was probably about 1 minute, until we stop.

I press my forehead against his and try to catch my breath. Josh softly kisses my now swollen lips.

"Hey, Cetie?" He asks.

"Yes?" I reply softly.

"Let's do something fun." He says gently. Before I can answer him back my phone starts to buzz in my pocket. I blush profusely, and sit up to let myself break apart from our tight embrace to check my phone. I sigh, sadly.

"Gotta go, mom wants me back." I say, running a hand through my messed up hair. Josh huffs, obviously irritated.  I grab my bag from the living room table, and kiss JOsh on the cheek.

"Maybe we can do something tommorow." I say smirking.

Josh rolls his eyes.

"Cant you stay just a little bit, maybe like, fifteen minutes?" Josh whines. I shake my head and laugh.

"I don't think so." I retort back. I get up, but Josh pulls me back down.

"Please Cetie, you're killing me." He says. I can see something in his eyes, I just can't quite name it.

"Would you calm down? I'll see you tommorow okay, bye." I start walking to the door until Josh stops me, again, and turns me around.

"I want you Mercetie." He purrs. I freeze, my eyes wide. My muscles grow stiff and I feel like I'm glued to the floorboard. He tries to grab my hands, but I yank them away. He tries again, and this time I slap both of his hands and take a few steps back.. He looks at me weirdly.

"Are you ok, Mercetie?" He asks. I'm unable to answer, so I shake my head no instead. He sighs, and walks closer to me. My breathing gets more shallow as he gets closer to me.

"You're fine, just calm down. In fact, let me help you calm down." He says. He grabs me, and kisses me roughly. He puts his hands on my waist, but this time, instead of them being warm, they're ice cold. His hands start to ride up, and make my shirt go up.

I don't kiss back, but In a quick second I knee him where the sun don't shine. He makes this weird sound, and crumpled to the ground, holding that spot.

As he's distracted, I run to the door and shove it open, tumbling onto the ground, but I get up quickly, and start running swiftly down the road. After a few minutes of running, I look back, and sigh in relief. He didn't follow me.

I look around my surroundings and real is I don't know where I am. I then notice hot tears, are falling down my cheeks and making the top of my sweater sweat. I sniffle, and wipe my nose with the arm of my shirt. I try to control my breathing, but I'm still breathing in swift breaths.

Why would he do something like this? I'm not ready to be that intimate with any person. And what if I hadn't defended myself? What if I hadn't caught on quick enough. A dry sob comes out of my mouth. He would've taken advantage of me. He could have-

I close my eyes and try not to believe the inevitable. I don't want to admit what would've happened. That simple R word. No one ever thinks they'd be the one to be-

Nope. It's too soon. Too soon to actually say it. That simple 4-letter word would cut me up into pieces, making me unable to walk, which I can't have right now.

I get my shaking hand to grab my phone, and somehow, I manage to call Kenya. It takes a few minutes before she picks up.

"Mercetie, what is it?" She sounds irritated, and I can already tell she's doing an eye roll back home.

"I-I-I..." I trail off my voice trembling.

"Oh my gosh, are you ok? What happened?" She questions, jumping from annoyed to extremely concerned.

I look down.

"I don't want to talk about- hic! - it." Even that little sentence is hard to get out.

"Stay where you are and don't hang up. I'm now getting in the car. Tell me where you are so I can pick you up.

"T-Thank you Kenya." I stutter a little while I thank her.

"Its okay, it doesn't matter, just tell me where you are."