The Devil Within || The Boy

thirteen; no more hurt

forgive me for any mistakes!

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I dropped against the hard floors with a thump. My palm and knees taking most of the impact.

I repeatedly cough trying to regain my breath. "Screw you, Brahms." I said before feeling the familiar tug on my hair. He pulled aggressively pulling me up to my feet.

"STOP! Let go of me!" I said able to slip out one of my arms from his grip. He used the other to drag me along the house.

I began pounding my fist against his body. He made no noise nor flinch at my actions.
We only made it to the living room when I started kicking things near by, a table, the sofa.

I was able to kick an indoor plant in front of him causing him to stumble forward and let go of me.

I run upstairs only wanting to hide and barricade myself til he cools off. I closed the door to my room locking it. I also push my dresser in front of the door.

It was quite. My heavy breathing is the only thing that can be heard. I quickly place my palm over my mouth trying to calm down. i'm safe, i'm okay.

Until a loud thump emerged from the ceiling. Then another and another all in different directions of the room. fuck me. I thought to myself as he could pop out of anywhere.

I hurriedly attempted to move the dresser out of the way. no, no, no. My heart racing in fear and my hands shaking.

"Scarlett" I heard behind me.

It was too late. He was quick to grab onto me. I trashed in his arms. I swung my arms attempting to push away. I must've looked like a complete rabid monkey trying to escape.

I was let go followed by a slight clattered noise as if something dropped to the floor. The air feeling thick as I turned looking at the floor. The mask laid on the floor.

"Brahms." He was faced away looking down and his shoulders hung low.

"Brahms." I take a couple of steps reaching right behind him.

"It's okay." I try to reassure him. My actions are slow as I approach him, hoping not to trigger him.

"Look at me." i tell him softly placing my hand on his neck. I softly drag by thumb along his skin.

"don't be afraid. show me the real you." I tell hoping to reassure him.

The seconds felt like hours before he turned revealing his true face. I observed his face. He had a burn scar taking about a quarter of his face. He had a beard that was long overdue for a trim.

I never knew how it almost felt relieving it was to finally see him. Before it almost felt like living with a stranger. Yet here was Brahms the one, my childhood best friend, all grown up.

He stared at me as I observed him. It wasn't till he had looked down before looking back up. I then realized a tear slid down. "I'm sorry. I don't know why i'm crying." Before I could wipe them away, Brahms cradle my face and wiped it away with his thumb. I'm such a crybaby.

We were close definitely when I reached my hand up. A move to also calm him. Before I could reach his face, his hand shot up to my wrist - stopping me.

"Please, Brahms. No more hurt." I beg him. He pulled me closer, our chests now against each other. His head hung low as he reached my exposed neck. He took a deep breath along my skin. I whimpered in fright. "Brahms?" The only response I received was brahms biting down on my shoulder. It wasn't hard enough to break skin but just bringing a bit pain before sucking on the tender skin. "ahh! Brahms." I gasped at his actions. He continued to nibble on my neck as causing me whimper underneath him.

I didn't think Brahms was capable of doing such a thing. I assumed he had been stuck alone in the attic with his parents being down here. I never knew he'd know an act such as kissing or love bites - or maybe even sex?

I mentally shake away my thoughts. If I thought about it too much I'd be into deep. I did know that this man made me feel things no one else has ever done.

No matter how much this man cause me pain, physically and mentally. The simple act of his touch had me crawling back to wanting more. Through the slight bliss I could hear the boom from thunder coming from outside. The noise causing him to stop. "Brahms?" I look up at him noticing he had his eyes closed. Another boom but even louder was heard making him flinch.

"hey it's okay." I say softly rubbing his back. "Let's get into bed." I tell him grabbing his hand and leading him to the bed. He gets in first with his a grip still tight on my hand. I manage to lay down next to him and in instant brahms has his arm curled around me.

In that moment I forgot all the abuse from brahms. He was no longer angry and I was no longer hurt. It was for once peaceful. The only thing I could do was at the moment was enjoy it.

I was on the edge of sleep before I hear brahms deep voice mumble against my chest.

"mine."