Abomination
K-mart's hand rested on his neck; she sighed delighted against his bare chest. The girl swore herself she would allow him to do it again and again.
"Mikey…" She reached his hand and intertwined their fingers together, smiling for herself and closing her eyes to sleep.
He rolled off her, lying on his back and pulling her against him. He felt his chest heaving, as his eyes meet her face. What would they say? What would Claire say?
The fear of the convoy's judgment of his secret and inappropriate relationship with K-mart haunted him. Mikey gazed down and saw her small hand resting on his chest; he held it and analyzed their hands together. So small… so… How could I?
He caressed her back with his free hand, running his fingers up and down among her golden hair. The memories of their meetings on his mind. The sleeping girl muttered his name softly, squeezing the hand that held hers.
He felt regret taking over him. He regretted every touch and every kiss, and to have fallen for her, it was all his fault. He should have not let her get that close to him or get attached to him… or fall in love with him.
He blinked furiously, trying to avoid the tears that now glimmered on his eyes.
"She's just fourteen years old…" Carlos voice echoed in his mind. He felt so guilty.
"Pervert, insane." That's what people would say if they knew, all those mistaken affronts invaded his thoughts mercilessly.
Tears ran down his face, he freed his hand from her grip and covered his mouth to muffle a sob. Even in this world, infected by the T-virus, he would be seen as a sinner. The abomination that dared to lay his hand on her.
