Innocent (boyxboy)

Let Me In

A/N ~*Look at River and Artimeys. You know, if they actually ever kissed. And if River ever let him be in that proximity of closeness. But still, wouldn't that be adorable. *~

~River's POV~

Two weeks. I'd been able to avoid Artimeys for fourteen days since the incident. I even went out of my way to avoid him. My hands were shaking, instinctively I tugged the sleeves of my overly large gray hoodie farther over my hands. I kept my head down as I walked quickly and quietly out Red Block's back door and into the cold morning air. Today was the twentieth, only five days until Christmas, I reminded myself as I walked around Red Block and towards the counseling building.

Dark clouds the color of wet ash painted the sky, making the whole place look depressing and tired. The usually year round green grass was a putrid brown color with ice crystals covering it. The ice crunched beneath my converse as I walked. The trees in the surrounding forest were bare and brown, red, and orange leaves littered the ground.

It was in the low thirties since it was only six. But I didn't mind. The cold was my favorite weather. I lifted my eyes from the ground when I heard laughing as I neared the old basketball court. Hiding behind a stray tree, I looked around at who was there at six in the morning.

My heart beat quickened when I saw Artimeys. Standing in only jeans and an All Time Low T-shirt, he stood out in the depressing scenery. His now more brown than blonde hair swept around his face and swayed around his upper back. His head was to the sky and he was laughing. I looked over to one of the chairs that had been put there and saw who had made him laugh. It hurt to see him with her.

Melanee Griffith sat in the plastic folding chair. Her red hair was tucked mostly into a wool hat, a heavy coat on her shouders. But I could still see her amazingly short shorts and her sleeveless top that ended above her belly button. Ew.

Melanee had been a real bitch since she got her last month, and for no reason either. She just one day decided to call me an anorexic slut when I got a water bottle from the cafeteria and was starting to leave. She always called me names from there on in. She even laughed when I broke down because some new guy had slapped my back. She was a real, whorish bitch for no reason. I mean, I don't call people, guys or girls, whores unless I know that they are. And I happen to know over twenty people have slept with her.

Artimeys was a nice guy. And, even though it hurts to say and I am so afraid of this fact, I like him. The time he had found me in the forest and had held back my hair, his fingertips brushing my neck and my ear, it had felt nice. Unlike their touches. It had been gentle. He had been gentle later that day when I locked myself up and let him in. I was terrified of him, but I let him in. He had been kind, not said anything mean, not got mad at me, he didn't hit me or call me names. . I shook my head.

But I didn't know him. I guess I had misinterpreted his kindness.

He was just trying to get to you. He was trying to hurt you. He wasn't being kind, he was acting it so her would be able to hurt you in the future.

I banged my head against the tree I was behind. I didn't want to believe that. I wanted to believe he was good. But I couldn't. All I could hear were their voices as I started walking again.

“You're such a good little sex slave, gray eyes. You don't move unless I tell you to, you don't talk unless I say, you don't get pleasure unless I say.” Blue. His eye was blue. He only had one. His other one was glass. I sniffled and continued to sit there as he hissed his words into my ear, one of his hands touching me, and his other one pulling at my hair. His breath smelled like mint.