Lotus Blood - Age 17
Terror, disgust, confusion, it's kind of a toss-up when you wake up in someone else's blood.
For me, the feeling was more so disappointment. In myself - because all I had done was fall asleep while painting the night before - which had promptly caused me to knock over a jar of blood and waste some of it.
Stupid.
Stripping off my sopping wet shirt, I trudged up the stairs after picking up the half-filled jar and closed it - returning it to the shelf and leaving the rest of the blood on the floor to dry. Blood soaked my sports bra and I dropped the wet shirt and bra into the laundry before I darted upstairs and stepped into the shower.
It had been a long time since I had truly relished in a hot shower. Often, I would hop in for an ice-cold one to numb the pain and lower my stress levels. Plus, cold water always got most of the fresh blood out of my clothes before the laundry detergent saw them.
"Lotus! We're gonna be late c'mon!" Blaine's voice drifted through my window and I quickly shrugged on a thin sweater and leggings before grabbing his hand and dragging him out of my room and down the stairs.
Blaine got into the driver's seat of the car and I made sure I brought my phone before I opened the door and sat inside.
"You sneaky devil, I wanted to- Blaine?" My words trailed off as my eyes raked over Blaine's shaking form - his head rested on the steering wheel and tears trickled off the black leather before they landed in his lap.
Fuck.
Hushing him, I leaned over the center console and wiped his tears, mumbling sweet nothings to him. His breathing slowed and I didn't ask any more questions.
"Let's go," I murmured placing his palm on the gear, "we can talk later." Blaine sniffled and regained his composure before starting the car. I was deathly silent for the short seven-minute drive to school.
"We're ditching after fifth," I whispered into his neck as I hugged him prior to us going our separate ways to our first-period classes. Staring at his back, I wished him the best of luck because Blaine didn't cry often.
This has to be big.
He used to cry, once upon a time, when his parents' fights got more physical. Now, his dad never came around. From what he'd told me, Blaine and his father used to be close when his parents were still in love - before they moved here. Nowadays, Blaine drowned himself in both schoolwork and me to escape the harsh reality of looming divorce.
For the longest time, I longed for Blaine's homelife until I witnessed his bruises firsthand. It was late at night and he was on my porch looking like a drowned rat - his wet black strands falling over his eyes and his clothing thoroughly soaked with rainwater.
"He kicked me out."
Blaine had mumbled bitterly.
His father had kicked him out of the house after Blaine called him out for verbally abusing his mother and drinking more than he should. So, Blaine ended up on my doorstep with a massive bruise worsening on his right cheek. He didn't tell me of the other ones until I saw them littering his back when he peeled off his drenched shirt - they were familiar ones, ones I had seen on my own body when Nathan pushed me down the stairs every so often.
I wished I could take his pain away.
"I bet she kidnapped Christian," Brandon hissed to Noah and bumped my shoulder to the point where I almost fell over as I walked out of fourth period. Having no classes with any of Brandon or Noah's posse was the dream of a lifetime, but that didn't stop them from being the biggest dicks in existence and trying to trip and bump me as many times as possible in the hallways.
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