Lust and Wrath

Chapter 10

Scott's Point of View-

After a good, long nap, I finally wake up once I hear somebody open the door. My eyes open for a bit, but whoever he or she is, they're still behind the corner. Shit, I'm screwed.

I close my eyes again, pretending that I'm sleeping, and then after a second, I hear them close the door? Oh thank god, they must have left. Wait no, they're walking towards me now, shit. Might as well come out, I slowly open my eyes, and I find myself staring at someone who I can't initially determine.

"What are you doing here?" I said groggily, as I rubbed my eyes, trying to get a better view of him. I can see him go beside me, and kneel down beside my arm? Wait, no, shit, that's the arm with cuts on it. I'm finished rubbing my eyes, once I finally see him.

Daniel?

"Daniel, what the fuck?!"

He stumbles a way a bit by the way I raised my voice, and I swear I'm halfway to the point to where I just want to kick his ass right now. I don't want to make his life more shittier than I've made it, but he just won't leave me the fuck alone. I quickly pull my sleeve down, and he stares at me with those innocent eyes.

"I.. I thought you were.. What are you doing here?" He's asking me? Is he really asking me? Does he really give a shit so much as to care about where I go now? I'm like, literally fucking done.

"Leave, me, the, fuck, alone, what word don't you understand about that?" I make sure that I put the pocket-knife back in my pants, thankfully he didn't see it, and I stand up and make my way out of the bathroom. I don't know whether I'm going to have to beat the crap out of him to leave me alone or what. And suddenly, my arm is pulled back.

It isn't enough force to pull me all the way back, but it makes me stop in my tracks. I turn around and I see him standing up as well, grabbing my non-cut arm with both of his hands. "Please, don't go," he says, looking at me straight in the eyes. I'm a bit shocked by his gesture, he actually wants me to stay here. I suspect he's either sex-craved, or he's just going to pity me from what I said earlier.

Whatever the case may be, I don't really have a choice but to submit. I don't want to go back into that craphole of a school, not now. "Why?" I ask. He looks down at my boots, and I can tell he's a bit nervous about what he's about to say.

"I want to help you, Scott," he says pleadingly. He wants to help me? Is he actually fucking serious. I don't need anybody's help, especially not from him. "No!" I shout over my voice. "Please, just hear me out, yeah?"

He's pouting his lips right now, which looks way too fucking cute. Wait, what am I saying? I know he isn't going to back off unless I listen to him, so what other choice do I have?

I groan, and then slide down on the wall across from him, and he sits down as well, crossing his legs. I'm not forgetting what I did to him, I truly am sorry, but... God I just need my space right now. He twiddles his fingers, looking down at them, and I'm staring him in the eyes intently, waiting for what he has to say.

"I still don't think I can forgive you for what you did," he says. I don't know where the hell he's going with this, "But.. After I saw you cutting, something told me that you weren't just some random homophone," Fuck.

"After I saw your cuts, I knew that wasn't just it. After I saw you crying, I knew that wasn't just it," he repeats. Fuck, I can feel small tears coming down. This isn't happening. Was I really that obvious?

"There's something more to it, isn't there?" And he finally breaks through my walls. How the hell, he's being indistinct but I can tell he knows a little about me, which is bad. As much as I want to cry and confess, I can't. I can't.. I don't want to.. I don't want to draft him into my shit.

He obviously saw me crying, and my eyes were looking down. I felt a finger brush against my face, wiping a tear off. My face darts up, and he's right next to me, and he's wiping my tears off. I'm too stressed out to say anything. Why? Why is he doing this to me?

"It's okay," he says softly.

I have no choice anymore, I have no intent to keep pushing him out of my life. I have so many holes in my life, and he's the first person in 4 years to ever reach out to me in such a gesture.

He isn't pitying me anymore, no, his face is full of sincerity.

"Why," I ask again, my voice full of wet tears. "I took away something you could never get back, and here you are trying to help me!"

"Why!?"