Solis Occasum

15

"W-what's up, Lia?"

"I need to talk to you."

Sitting up even straighter, Soleil felt his panic rise at the serious tone of her voice and the fact that she did not even stutter when she spoke to him just now.
Looking around, he remembered that there were other members of the club in the room.

Gathering his things, he made his way over to the Hispanic woman and asked her to join him in his room for privacy.

She nodded and followed behind him. On the outside, she was the picture-perfect representation of stoic and calm, but on the inside, her heart had dropped to her ass.

Once they reached his bedroom door, she looked up at him and finally shed her serene disposition, showing the blonde exactly how nervous she really was.

In return, he gave her what he hoped was a comforting smile and opening his door, gesturing for her to go in.

The pair got comfortable with the Hispanic woman sitting cross-legged on his king-sized bed and he was seated on his window seat.

"Soooo, what was it that you wanted to talk about, Lia?"

Fiddling with her fingers, she averted her gaze from his and explained to him that she was going to confide in him why she was so petrified of men.

Peering through her eyelashes, she saw that his face get deadly serious and also held a glimpse of concern.

"Are you sure? Lia, you do not by any means need to tell me any of this, I understand its private matter that only, Reece, Benjamin, Nova, Elias and you know about."

"I'm sure. I want y-you to know."

Getting up from his place by the window, Soleil sat back down next to the brunette to offer her any sort of nearby support.

He knew this was going to be a hard thing for her to speak about and he was beyond honoured that she was telling him but still was terribly worried.

"W-when I was fifteen (15), I h-had a stalker. I had never met h-him and still to this day I have no idea w-who he actually is. All I k-knew was he signed everything he sent with the n-name, 'Alex' and a tiny r-red heart next to it. It just randomly started a-after I had won the g-gold medal for the state championships. I had o-opened my l-locker and a folded piece of p-pink paper fell out, immediately I was alarmed because n-no one besides the s-skaters was allowed back t-there."

"You're doing amazing, Lia. Take all the time you need, okay?"

Shooting him a grateful smile, because she really was appreciative about how supportive the blonde man was. If he was not the way he was, she would not have been able to make it as far as she already had.

"W-when I opened the p-paper, it was a letter addressed to m-me and what I read made me rush to the nearest b-bin to empty my stomach. He was d-describing how beautiful my t-thighs and b-breasts looked in my costume. He also s-spoke about how much he so b-sadly wanted to reach out and c-caress my soft subtle l-looking skin. It ended with t-that and his signature that would h-haunt me even after I l-left the career I l-loved."

The Irishman did not know what to say and she seemed to not mind the silence as she looked as if she drew comfort from it.

He knew he was filled with rage and absolutely disgusted by what he had just heard, for Odin's sake, she was fifteen (15) years old!

Ophelia sucked a deep breath in and clasped her dainty hands tighter as she prepared to continue her story. She explained that ever since that day, she would receive a written letter in her locker, but it did not stay like that for long.