The Tutor// m.c {COMPLETED}

Chapter 16

I stared at the clock, waiting for my 5 minutes to be up. I paced around my room, laid on my parents' bed, picked at my chipping nail polish, and messed around with my hair. I still had another minute or so. Michael ran into the room.

"So?"

"I have less than a minute Michael."

"Why are we even doing this? We should just go to the doctor's office and get it checked by a professional. Those sticks don't work some-,"

"Time's up." I interrupted. Michael lightly moved me out of the way, and grabbed the clean part of the stick. He kept his eyes closed.

"Do you want to look, or should I?" I nodded, even though I knew he couldn't see me. With a shaky hand, I took the pregnancy test out of Michael's hand. I took a deep breath, then looked at the results.

I felt tears running down my face, they were uncontrollable. Michael looked up and saw my expression, engulfing me in a tight embrace.

"I'm not pregnant. We'll be okay, Michael." I whispered into his shoulder, my smile widening. He kissed the top of my forehead, making me visibly relax for the first time in over 24 hours.

He giggled, grabbing my sides, and spinning me in a circle. I had to bite my lip to keep myself from screaming and alarming Michael, but he noticed anyways.

"What's wrong, Princess?" He lifted me up by my sides, a little lower than the pain this time, and sat me on the counter, in between my legs. "Are you alright with taking off your shirt, or do you wanna lift it up a little so I can see?"

I shrugged and lifted my shirt up and over my head, leaving me in just my white bra. Michael looked down at my hipbones, and I saw something flicker in his eyes. It was at first confusion, then anger, then sadness. For the first time since the rape, I looked at my body. There were purplish black bruises on both sides of my hips, and small indents from the guy's fingernails right above. I also noticed I had a few bite marks right above where the fabric of the bra was. I held in tears as I looked at Michael, who looked heartbroken.

"I-I don't k-know how t-t-to r-react." He mumbled, tears filling his eyes as well. He picked me up from the counter, bridal style and laid me onto the bed. He laid next to me, wrapping his arms around my stomach, pulling me closer to him. After a few minutes, I felt him slide down and place a dozen small kisses on my hips where the bruises were. He came back up to face me, when I rested both of my hands on both sides of his face, and kissed him softly. I ran my fingers through his fading red hair. To stop me, he grabbed my wrists, and brought them down to lay on his chest. Even though his touch was gentle, I winced at the pain.

Last night, when Minnie helped to get me ready for bed, she noticed the bruises and thought Michael would act aggressively, so we covered them up in makeup.

Michael noticed my pain and let go quickly. He licked his thumb, then softly ran it over my wrists, removing the barely remaining makup. It revealed even darker bruises, on both wrists. To stop himself from crying, he buried his face in the crook of my neck.

"He'll pay. Even if it's the last thing I do."