Warning: Swearing and graphic stabbing
Lotus Blood - Age 17
"Blaine - Blaine, stop," I panted pushing his hands away from my shirt as I propped myself up against the headboard and caught my breath. His coffee-bean eyes were wide with confusion, smiling, I ruffled his already messy black hair while keeping my distance.
"What happened?"
"We- I can't do this right now,"
Don't tell.
Don't tell.
"Did I do something wrong?" I let Blaine gather me in his arms, and I leaned my head against his warm bare chest, my mind running through every outcome.
"There was... So-Something...that happened to me... a long time ago." Swallowing, my fingers snaked around Blaine's neck and I tugged on his shorter hair as I breathed softly.
Don't tell.
Don't tell.
"If I tell you," I averted my gaze, "you promise not to get mad?" The concern Blaine's face was displaying only heightened with my proposed promise. "Don't be upset," I said in a breathy voice, my nails traced his lips and moved to touch his eyebrows, "do you promise?"
"I won't be mad, Lotus, I promise."
Don't tell.
Don't tell.
"Molested." I murmured softly into Blaine's warm skin, "I was touched... molested... " Blaine's entire body tensed and I clung to him as tears leaked out of my closed eyes. "Don't be mad, please," I croaked, "you promised."
"Hey... hey," my boyfriend's fingers caught my tears before they dripped off my face, "why would I get mad about something like that?" His face held worry, and concern plagued his features while he held back tears.
My fault.
Your fault.
"Because it was my fault!" I cried, my tears soaking Blaine's chest as his fingers rubbed my lower back. "It was my fault." I gurgled - my hands revisiting Blaine's shorts strands of hair near the base of his neck.
Don't.
"You'll be quiet - won't you? Or I'll do it again."
Tell.
"Lotus," Blaine mumbled, "look at me." My eyes rose to his and I spied tears forming on the waterline of his rich brown eyes, "something like that, is never your fault. Okay?" Nodding, my crying ceased slightly as Blaine kissed my forehead and rocked me in his lap, whispering inaudible things into my hair.
"Well, well, look at that - my sister's got herself a little boyfriend."
Nathan.
Ripping Blaine away from my body, I crawled off the bed on shaky legs and reached into the drawer of my nightstand. My knife. Stained red with blood, I saw the fear in my brother's face when he saw the red substance crusting the large chef's knife.
"Blaine, go home," I growled - not taking my eyes off of my brother. The malicious smile spreading on his face was one I knew all too well.
"But-"
"Go home!"
Stumbling towards the window, Blaine grabbed his shirt and phone before he jumped through to his bedroom and closed his window and curtains behind him. Keeping my eyes on Nathan, I walked backwards to my window and closed both the curtains and my window.
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