The Eccedentesiast

Chapter Thirty-four

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Chapter Thirty-four
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"Tyler, come on." Emma jumps on the bed and he jumps off the other end.

"Emma," he warningly told her to stay back. "If you come any closer I'm sure I'll fucking devour you."

Emma shrugged and started bouncing on the bed in only her underwear and Tyler's t-shirt.

"So?" She stopped her playfulness and started walking towards the age of the bed where he stood. "I'm fine."

Tyler closed his eyes and shook his head. He slowly rested his forehead on her tummy and caressed her legs.

"You were . . . I don't want to hurt you." He shook his head against her, hugging her thighs to him. "You're supposed to be recovering."

Emma looked down at his head, his soft and red hair was tempting her to run her fingers through, but each time she wanted to cuddle or do something nice, he was the one pulling away.

"I'm fine, Ty. Please, I want you." She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him away so she could look at him. "Don't treat me like I'm porcelain. I don't want you to see me differently. I just want to fucking forget about it but you're not helping."

Tyler stepped back. "Emma, you were raped," he nearly yelled. "How am I--you, how can you just forget what happened to you?"

Emma shook her head. She didn't want to remember it and she didn't like that word. Rape. She was raped and instead of looking for help she tried to forget it ever happened. It's the only solution to this.

"Tyler, stop." She looked at him in the eyes, his green irises were glistening as if they were leaves with raindrops. "I know it happened. I know that. Okay? It happened to me. And I just want to forget it ever happened, how am I supposed to move on, huh? They're not going to find that guy because I have no idea who he was." She stepped off the bed, almost falling to the floor. "I'm just asking you to leave it alone. I told you because I thought you should know, I don't know. But wasn't it the right thing to do? It's helping me get over the situation much faster."

Emma moved to wrap her arms around his torso but he stopped her with his hands on her arms. "Just give me time . . . We need some time."

Emma scoffed and turned away. "I can't believe you."

Tyler just stands there, immobile and dead silent.

"Tyler, I'm just trying to move on. Shit happens. It is what it fucking is, okay? It's fucking humanity and life. Eventually, I have to move on."

He turned his gaze to the floor. "My girlfriend was raped," he murmured to himself. "My girlfriend was raped."

Emma turned around again and looked at him weirdly. "Huh?"

Tyler walked towards her and stood in front of her. "You were raped. That's all I think about when you're around me--When you're here with me or far away into wherever."

Emma shook her head, looking up at him she licked her top teeth. "Maybe to move on, I have to stay away from the things that remind me of just how shitty I am for doing that. But that's you, you're the thing that reminds me of just how shitty my life got." She jabbed a finger at his chest. "You're the only thing that's keeping me from moving on right now, Tyler." She slapped his chest. "We're fucking over."