What is going on you ask? Well, nothing I'm just hiding in this confession box waiting for some time to pass when it happened.
She was kneeling outside and her tears were falling.
She was confessing to me thinking I'm father.
She was messing me up a...
The door to the confession box creaked. I looked up and I saw the last person I wanted to see today.
How can he be here? Did he listen to my confession. NO!!!! No one was supposed to know. I don't want anyone to know. How can he know my shame. My guilt. My love.
Victor Damien Knight. My Bully. My love. My Salvation.
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He may think that he is a bully but he is far from it. The boy always bullies me in a way where he is making his claim. Because of him, no one else dares to ever torment me. He saved me from all the nasty people out of my home. If only I was as strong and could fight against that tyrant of a trash that my mum married.
He has made my life hell. My body dirty. My mind guilty.
He has harassed me day in day out. Always watching me with those beady eyes and I can feel his eyes stripping me. At times where my mum is at work and I am at home with him, I have to keep my door closed so he doesn't come into my room that one time.
He was about to violate me that day if it was not for Damien coming that day to do his daily courting. He is the gentlest soul ever and complements me in weird ways where he one day tells me, "you're only good for your brain". Another day he will tell me, "you're only good for your pretty face".
I admit that it hurt me when he said that I'm only good for my face but his childish courtship is really fun sometimes. He is almost like a white knight that was specially sent for me. And he always motivates me to better myself. To make myself someone worthy. Someone to be acknowledged.
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I felt someone hugging me tight. Like I was so precious. I felt something warm drop on my neck. A hot breath on my ear. A soft sound of a broken voice resounded in my body.
I knew I wasn't the one crying. I definitely wasn't the one whose voice cracked and sounded like a hurt beast. It was all him. Why are you hugging me? Why are you crying? Why are you saying sorry?
It was not you who hurt me. It was not you who made my life a living hell. It definitely wasn't you who made me afraid to enter my own home. So, why are YOU the one who is crying and apologizing to me?
I feel so hurt. Not for me but for him. This gentle soul was hurting for me and I felt happiness. I have someone who cares for me. Yet, why do you love me so Damien? Why? Yet, I don't care. You love me. I love you. To the hell with the world.
