Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 18: I need holy water or some shit.

I was only gone from home for twenty minutes.

I walk in the door and toss my bag on the counter.

Cam looks at the clock in confusion.

"You aren't supposed to get out of class till ten." She frowns.

I shrug. "I slapped Rebecca Wilson."

Her eyes get huge. "What? That bitch is crazy! The three of us are the only three she's never fought!"

"She bitched at me because I wouldn't pick up her pencil, and then she tapped my cheek in an attempt of a slap, so I hit her so hard she slipped on her bag and fell on her ass, and then I broke her pencil in her face."

She looks so proud. "I'm so happy!" she grins.

Vic comes into the house without knocking, her jaw dropped, but she's laughing. Her fiancé is in our class and he's following her.

"Holy shit, Harp!" she says. "You fucking slayed back there!"

I shrug. "I'm not her slave."

"She's so trying to win sympathy! She's crying and you know what professor said?"

"What?" I ask.

"He said '"You did start it."'

I always knew he was my favorite professor.

I smile happily. Will looks very frustrated and I remember about the chocolate.

"Can we go for a walk?" I ask. He sighs and nods, standing up.

I walk out the door and he meets me on the sidewalk, hands in his pockets.

He doesn't want to hold my hand. I sigh and wring my fingers together as we walk in silence.

"I'm really sorry." I say. "I'll pay you back. I was just pissy and I'm still mad my Grandmother showed up and-god, I'm making excuses. I'm really sorry. Can you forgive me?"

He laughs softly and takes his right hand out of his pocket. He grabs my left arm and gently pulls me so I'm on the inside of the sidewalk and he's on the side closer to the road, and then he puts his arm around my shoulders, pulling me against him.

"You are forgiven. I wasn't really upset...more worried that you were mad at me. I love you, baby, and I understand that you are on your womanly cycle, and that is just...natural?"

I laugh softly. "I love you too." I stop walking and turn him to face me. I wrap my arms around his waist and he pulls me closer, his strong arms wrapping around me. We stand there like that for a while.

In a way, it almost pains me to hug him because I missed him so much. It's like my heart aches to have him back, but in a good way. It aches with so much love. It aches at his touch. I missed him so much that it hurts to have him around me. It hurts to wake up and see him in my living room. It hurts to see him smile, and to see him laugh. And god, it hurts when he kisses me, but I like the feeling. I almost welcome it. I welcome the pain, because it's a good pain, like when you're really turned on so much that your vagina almost aches. I smirk into his chest at the thought and fight back a laugh.

He sighs into my hair and tightens his grip.

"I missed you." I whisper. "So much."

"I missed you too." He mumbles. "Well..." he trails off. "I didn't, but I didn't know who you were. Now that I look back at those months...I realize that I did miss you and that's why my heart felt naked and empty."

I tighten my grip on him. I wish I could be closer to him. I wish I could be in him. I love him so much.

He could be in me...