The In-Between
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"We put her down in a shallow grave.
She wears a dress like a body bag everyday."
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Maybe it began as a little game,
one that everyone could enjoy,
one way or
another.
Maybe I started to let loose,
but only a little.
Maybe I...
froze up
when I saw
that.
"L-Lena...lee?
"Allen...Allen, run! Run!"
But it was too much
and too late.
Arms snake their way around my waist.
A cigarette scented voice whispers:
"Who ever said I was chasing after two hares?"
I'm trembling.
Have you ever felt trapped?
Because I have.
Have you ever had to make an
impossible choice?
Because I did.
"No, stop! Please...leave her alone...
Don't touch Lenalee...please.
I'll do anything, just..."
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Sometimes, humans misunderstand small things that, later on in life, can turn out to be big things—things that have serious effects. Trust is one of these "small things".
If one were to be in high school, or anything similar, trust would seem like a virtue of importance when it came to friends or just simple relationships. It's as if you know who or what to trust automatically. This is because you already know what category you fall into, or who's been your friend since the sandbox days. It's not like how it was in kindergarten—so innocent—when you can just go up to a random kid, talk to them, and instantly become inseparable. At times, it's easy to know who to put faith in. Other times, it can prove to be a tad frustrating. Trusting a friend is one thing, but trusting a stranger is another.
When Lenalee, walking with a worn out Allen, stumbled upon another presence in the forest, she was not alarmed...because she knew this man. She trusted this man.
"It's okay, Allen! He lives down the street from Lavi. He's not a bad guy."
This man was a friend to her, but to Allen...this man was unknown.
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When you meet someone for the first time, your opinion on them is nothing but a blank slate. Their outer appearance sometimes gives you an impression, but personality usually provides the key information necessary. The only difficulty Allen faced...was that he didn't know what to make of this man. Hostile or safe, Allen could not decipher. It left him stupefied.
The man wore a sly smirk and stunningly sharp eyes that were uncomfortable to even stare at directly.
One other thing, unmentioned... a first impression can also be reliant on instinct, the aura one gives off. The feeling or experience you get from someone you've never met. A stranger.
The aura this stranger gave off left Allen's body shivering.
Lenalee was oblivious, particularly when the man ran a hand through the boy's hair, and a soft thumb caressing the paling skin of his cheek...when he eyed him up and down and that smirk grew wider...when desire was obviously present in the air and a pair of large hands appeared hungrily impatient.
Allen's poor heart refused to cease its rapid beating.
His breathing faltered.
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So, does everyone understand what is going on so far? Just a note, the poetry in the beginning of each chapter is a less vague description of later events in the chapter or story. I think the next chapter will either hint the rape or describe the rape, so be warned.
The dialogue "Who ever said I was chasing after two hares?" is like a reply to the dialogue from the first chapter.
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