Not Just a High School Romance (LxLight)

Chapter 3

I sat staring out the window; I bored out of my mind. I hate Fridays. I hate them, because everyone gets worked up about them. They're not that great. You spend all day waiting for it to end so the weekend can start. I hate waiting, so I guess I don't hate Fridays, I just hate waiting.

I also hate it when the bell rings late and your teacher still won't let you leave. The class was supposed to be over at 10:41 not 10:47. All I want is to go home.

RING! The sound of the lunch bell resonated through the hallways and I breathed a sigh of relief. I practically ran people over trying to get to my locker. I shoved my books in and ran to my car. I took off, driving to Light's college and finding him sitting out front eating lunch.

"Get in," I shouted from my car, "We're going somewhere."

"What?"

"I needed to get out of there. I just want to go somewhere I can't take it anymore. Ugh! Fuck school!"

Light raised his eyebrows, but got in the car.

"God I love you so much."

He rolled his eyes and closed the door.

~o0o~

We drove back to our house and we sat and watched movies for the remainder of the day (skipping school again). We sat on our small, beige love seat, his arm draped over my shoulder, watching terrible rom-coms. We cuddled, laughed and kissed. I loved it when Light was like this; happy and loving.

He used to be like this all the time, but now and again he shut himself off from everyone. Not going to school, locking himself in his office and not even looking at me. I hated days like that. There hadn't been one of those days in over a week, but I had a feeling it was coming. I had only brought up the topic of these days once. Light had glared at me and then walked away, giving me the cold shoulder for the rest of the day. I could tell that these days were a sore subject with Light, so I never brought them up. I left him alone when they occurred and acted as though it hadn't happened on the days that followed. I told myself not to think about those days, but in the middle of the night when I can't sleep my thoughts tend to wonder and I can't help but wondering what is going on in his head on those days.

I was shocked back into reality by Light getting up and shutting off the TV. The movie had ended and Light was standing waiting for me to get up. I slowly stood and made my way to him. I suddenly got lightheaded and collapsed on the floor, my head hitting the corner of the coffee table. I heard Light screaming for me to hang on and I felt a warm liquid start to seep into my hair. My head was pounding. Then, everything went black.

~o0o~

I heard the beep of machinery and faint murmuring all around me. My head hurt, not like a normal headache. It was a throbbing pain in the back of my head. I blinked. Once. Twice. Three times until someone noticed I was awake and coming to my senses. I recognized my surroundings as a hospital room.  Why was I in a hospital? I couldn't remember much past when Light started the movie. A nurse was rushing around me, asking questions.

"Can you hear me?"

"How do you feel?"

I laid perfectly still. Yes, I can hear you. I feel like shit. I can't make my mouth work or move any part of my body except for my eyes. I don't know why I'm here.

The nurse shook her head slowly. She started to talk.

"You're in a hospital. Supposedly you and your boyfriend were watching movies and when it was over you attempted to get up. You fell over and hit you head on the coffee table. You have a large cut on the back of your head that required stitches and have been out for a few hours."

I blinked twice in quick succession, indicating I understood her. At this moment Light realized I was awake. He rushed from his chair at the corner of the room to the bedside, gripping my limp hand. He looked up at the nurse,

"Is he okay?"

She nodded,

"He'll be fine. Just give him an hour or two."

I was going to be like this for an hour? What the fuck?

Light's attention went from the nurse to me. He slowly stroked his thumb across the back of my hand.

~o0o~

The next day I was released from the hospital and Light led me out to his car. My steps were shaky and Light had to help me most of the way. Light helped me into the car and we started to drive home. Light started up a conversation,

"I want you to promise me something."

"Okay"

"Promise you'll never stop loving me no matter what I do."

I looked at Light, confused,

"Why?"

He sighed,

"Just promise."

"Umm... okay. I promise."

We stopped at a red light and Light looked over at me,

"Do you really mean that?"

I touched his arm and nodded,

"Of course I do."

The car was quiet after this for the rest of the way home. When we pulled up in front of our small apartment building he walked around and lifted me out of the car. He carried me all the way inside, my head resting on his chest, and up two flights of stairs. He only set me down when he had to unlock the door, but still he kept a firm grip on my arm with one hand. At that time I believed he was doing this to make sure I didn't fall over, but soon I would know the truth. He was holding on to me to stop me from running. Just in case I was even slightly suspicious, he wanted to make sure I couldn't get away. He got the door open and roughly pulled me inside.

"Hey-"

I was cut off by Light putting a gag in my mouth. He pulled my arm again and I tripped. I kicked and squirmed as he dragged me to the bedroom. I was picked up and unceremoniously thrown on the bed. Light neared again and I lashed out in an attempt to defend myself. I quickly restrained me and put a handcuff around my wrist, chaining me to the bed. I kicked and tried to scream through the gag, but it was no use. No one was going to hear me. Light sighed and stepped back looking at me with a sad look in his eye.

"Stop being difficult."

At this point I had begun to cry. The tears streaming down my face in a never ending torrent.

"If you're gonna be difficult you'll never get that gag taken out of your mouth. This is for your own good you know."

I stopped kicking and struggling and actually started paying attention when he said that. He smiled,

"Oh, now I have your attention. Are you confused?"

I nodded.

"About how this could be good for you?"

I nodded again, he was beating around the bush,

"Well, I guess to make you understand we'll have to start at the beginning of the story."