Kitten
Chapter One Neighbours
After the third cigarette I smoke in concession the taste was beginning to become foul in my mouth. Numerous people had always made their smart remarks about quitting; trying to feed me horror tales about how my lungs would become black and fragile or my favourite so far how would you like smoking when you had no speech box? I knew the dangers of smoking that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it. It was one of the few things I did enjoy. The building in front of me was tall and ominous. I was slightly scared this was the seventh boarding school I had been admitted too. The people walking past me already made their assumptions about me, their bitchy looks told me all I needed to know. Again no surprise there. Looking at me it would probably seem like I had everything. I'd rolled into the car park in a sleek black Maserati. I got everything I ever wanted, my bank account never had less than thousands in there and it was updated every month. My parents paid extra to the ridiculous amount consisting as my tuition just to ensure I had my own triple room dorm. My walk in closet was bursting with designer clothes, some I'd never worn and mountains of make-up I personally didn't think I needed. I not only had an extravagant dorm room but also an over sized three storey house for when school was out. My parents give me the world don't they? It is shame neither wanted to live in it with me. I last saw my parent when I was thirteen; it's my seventeenth in two months. I suppose boarding school meant you could escape a mistake you made on a drunken night. My hospital admission and problem I encountered for years only enhanced their dislike. You child's scarring problems didn't exactly encourage the sex drive did it? Learning about how your best friend and business associate molested your daughter didn't exactly help you decide whether to venture into the missionary or just continue with foreplay. Although both were no doubt much more important than court cases filled with agonising interviews or traumatic body probes to see if you really were telling the truth. I lifted the soft sleeves of my now unrecognisable band cardigan. 14:06pm a perfect time to enter another mindless hell.
I stared at the door in front of me, so pristinely white, so in place with the rest of the establishment, without blemishes or mistakes. I subconsciously rubbed the fading scars on my thin wrists. I shouldn't be here. A door opened behind me. I turned my head slightly and saw a male around my age with brown floppy hair. He noticed me and smiled.
"You new?" He enquired rather stupidly. I was tempted to ask what gave it away the numerous boxes and bags around my feet or the fact that he had never seen me before. His cheeks tinted a light pink and I'm guessing he was aware of his stupidity.
"That sounded pretty stupid didn't it?" He asked rather abashed. I laughed lightly and put the box in my arm down, turning my body around fully.
"I probably would have asked the same thing. Lilvia Callowen" I introduced, holding my hand out. He took the hand and shook it.
"Tyler Simms. Lilvia not heard that one before." He replied well naturedly. I laughed again and placed my hand in my cardigan pockets.
"I'm guessing the parentals couldn't decide between Lily or Olivia so why not combine them." I answered. I knew there would be a dose of awkwardness before I started speaking. We both stood silently. He nodded and began laughing. It must have been contagious because I could feel the laughter bubbling up my throat and I heard it sprinkle around the corridor.
"Well I should get going I was late about ten minutes ago. It was nice meeting you Lilvia." He said politely before walking off slowly.
"You too Simms." I answered good naturedly. He laughed at the nickname and turned the corner to the steps I guessed. I picked the bags up and unlocked the door with my free hand. Before I could enter another boy walked up to the door Simms had exited from. He was tall, blonde and good looking. He looked me up and down before smirking. Rather than me walking forward, he walked right up to the door frame and leaned against it.
"Garwin. Reid Garwin." He introduced. He smirked down at my smaller frame. I nodded and hoisted the bags in too the room with an aggravated throw. As I went to pick up a box labelled DVDs he got there before I could. We stared for a few minutes; he had beautiful cold ice blue eyes.
"Lilvia Callowen." I introduced quietly. He made me nervous and he could tell. As he walked past me into my spacious room, he let out a low whistle.
"Double bed, two extra rooms, nice fucking entertainment set. Aren't you a good girl?" He asked arrogantly. I looked at his smirk and the words 'good girl' brought dread to my heart. It thumped nervously. I licked my dried lips. His smirk falter slightly, maybe he realised I wasn't nervous now. I was scared.
"So you want this anywhere special?" He asked politely. I pointed to the double bed before picking my boxes of books up and putting them on my clear rosewood desk. I let my hands slide across the cold but smooth surface. It was so polished and clean not like me. I felt my fingers itch and I scratched my left wrist a little bit.
"You okay?" His rough yet soothing voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned quickly, scared by his voice all of a sudden. I looked up at him apologetically.
"Yeah sorry about that new place and all it's a bit scary." I replied. He offered out his hand,
"Let's start again yeah? Reid Garwin." He introduced nicely. I reached out to take his hand but he grabbed mine and brought it too his lips. They were soft and warm nothing like his eyes. I smiled before laughing nicely.
"Lilvia Callowen. I just transferred from St Mary's." I replied bluntly. St Mary's was a school that specialised in young girls who had suffered traumatic events. I thought that it was my turn to scare him now. But I didn't. He looked at me with a smile.
"I guess I'm supposed to be saying 'I'm not gonna force you to talk to me but when you need me I'm here with a perfectly good shoulder to cry on'." He asked jokingly. I laughed again, a few people did say that but the majority just got slightly weirded out and thought it best to leave the 'freak' alone.
"Has anyone told you you would make an exceptional counsellor Mr Garwin?" I asked sarcastically. He held his hand to his heart mockingly.
"Why Miss Lilvia I do hope it's not sarcasm I'm sensing in your words?" He asked mockingly.
"I'm sure you were supposed to say Callowen instead of Lilvia." I answered smartly. Suddenly his smirk came back full force and he reached for my hand and kissed it again, his lips lingering this time.
"But Lilvia, so beautiful fits its owner." He replied. I bit my lip and gulped. He still had my small cold hand in his own big warm one. I stared dumb founded up at him.
"I'm must admit I look forward to getting to know you and your secrets Kitten." He admitted near my ear. I finally got my voice back,
"Kitten?" I inquired cocking my head to the side. He heaved the last and heaviest box into the room with no effort at all before making his way over to me and rubbing his warm hand into my cheek.
"You look so small and helpless against me. You need my looking after my little kitten." He replied almost lovingly. I hesitated at the word. My itching fingers wanted so badly to meet my wrists.
"Bet you won't when you find out my secrets." I betted unsurely. I noticed my mistake on the words 'when' shouldn't I have said if? To my surprise he smirked down at me but his smirk wasn't as harsh as before.
"I bet differently Kitten." He replied stroking my wild chocolate waves. I simply stared at him, finding comfort in his petting.
"I have to go I'm late, but I'll be looking forward to your number when I get back." He stated proudly before leaving my room.
"Bye." I whispered and the emptiness of loneliness hit me and confused me.
After I spent roughly two hours fixing my room to the way it worked for me I had decided to settle my itching with a bath. There was no shower in my room so a bath would have to do. The bath was filled with boiling water. I could see the steam rising from it seductively. Being naked was always so uncomfortable, I dreaded it. I was so imperfect. I stared at the full length mirror in front of me. My wild curls were tamed with a scrunchie. I removed my t shirt first.