Hey New Chapter. Warning again if you haven't been paying attention: THIS STORY IS ABOUT DEPRESSION AND ABUSE IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS STUFF TURN BACK NOW CAUSE IT'S ONLY GOING TO GET WORSE. Anyway for those of you that like this then happy reading.(Btw we kinda messed up in this chapter so this is the new one and it's all fixed. Yay! :) Enjoy)
~GatorGirlFL16
Juvia's POV:
"...It's not like it hasn't happened before." Those words struck me like a ton of bricks 'Happened before?' As I opened my mouth to question him further I was shoved away. I look up and see the boy's back turned to me and stalking away towards the road. I let a sigh escape my lips, there was definitely too much excitement today.
I pull my backpack closer to my side and start walking down the street to make my way back home. Images of the dark haired boy flashed in my mind, his words along with them. His voice sounded so empty his eyes looked cold. His face was bruised far worse than what Lyon could have done to him. Things didn't add up, but there really wasn't anything I could do about it.
By the time I arrived home my thoughts were on another matter entirely, my teacher assigned me 2 more papers to write by next week Monday. If I hadn't have arrived late then I probably could have gotten off with just finishing the one that was originally assigned, but that stupid power outage and Cana's shirt...
"Oh crap!" I looked down at the gray hoodie that covered my ripped shirt. I couldn't believe that I forgot to give this back, he probably needed it for tomorrow. I quickly ran upstairs and took off the hoodie, and dumped my bag next to my desk before running back down to the front door.
I skip the final three steps of the stairs in my rush and almost face plant on the tile floor below. I screech as my feet slide around but grabbing the banister I steady myself. Blowing out a breath I relax and slide on my shoes. I grab Lyons sweatshirt from where I threw it on the floor and shove it into a plastic bag. It wreaked of his cologne and i'm surprised i was able to even stomach wearing it for as long as i did. I grab my black hoodie and begin pulling it on over my head with one hand as I open the front door with my other, trying to keep the bag hooked on my arm and away from my nose.
With the hoodie still obscuring my vision, I barrel out the door determined to get this sweatshirt back to Lyon as quickly as possible. I didn't want to spend any more time around him than necessary. I could barely stand to be around him and his arrogance and flirting.
I didn't plan on running into someone outside my front door. It was like slamming into a brick wall. I stumbled backwards with the hoodie still half on my head. I probably looked like a complete idiot, but at the time all I could think was 'Oh shit'.
Before I fell flat on my back a hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, yanking me back up on my feet but almost pulling my arm out of its socket. Yet again my body hits another body but this time the hand tight around my wrist keeps me pinned. Using my free hand I tug the sweatshirt down the rest of the way and almost scream when I see the face of the person holding me.
Lyons sly grin makes me wish My t-shirt wasn't ripped and barely hanging off of my body.
"Whoa there babe, Some people might start to think there's something between us." He winked and slid his hand further up my arm. I pulled away from him as best as I could, but he still held on and kept me at a less than comfortable distance from him. I could barely keep from gagging as his cologne invaded my nose and made my eyes water.
" Oh… Uh... Hi... Lyon…. Sorry about that." I brush the tangles blue hair out my my face. "I was just going to see you actually I-"
"Were you now?" He says cutting me off and leans in closer to my ear."So are you saying you want something to be going on between us?" He whispers.
I yank my hand away from him and back up against the door. "What?! No… I just… I was just returning your sweatshirt from today."
He follows me to the door and leans over me making me feel incredibly small. " Oh come on now, we can just go to my place. No one's home…" His smile makes a chill run down my spine. I fumble for the door handle but he grabs my hand and pins it to the door. "...and I can show you how friendly I can really be."
'What! No! Stop! What are you doing?! Lyon get away from me!' All of this and more ran through my head in a single instant. I wanted to say everything, to push him away and scream but my body wouldn't even move. His lips cut off any chance that I would have had to say anything. He pressed hard against me hurting my head and my wrists. I tried to make him pull away by biting him or shoving him away, but I couldn't. All I could do was stand there helpless.
When he finally pulled away I began coughing and choking on air trying to get my breath back. Lyon still had a hold of my wrists and was smiling like a feral animal. There was something in his eyes that hadn't been there before, a deep hunger, craving and lust that seemed to grow by the second. His eyes alone made me want to cower away in absolute terror. His next words made my blood run chill.
"Are you ready for more?"
Some cold hand, like that of ice creeped into my lungs and frozen them. It hadn't really been a question, but a warning of what was coming. My arm was the first thing that snapped into action. I writhed under his touch and began struggling to get as far away from that feral hunger as possible. I fought. Trying to kick his legs, bite his skin, rake my nails down his face,something anything that would release his iron hold on me.
He grunted trying to keep my wrists still pinned to the door. "You stupid bitch, stop moving!" he growled. I wouldn't stop, never. I landed a kick to his upper thigh which made his leg buckle from under him. He grip loosened and I pushed him away as hard as I could.
He looked back up at me from where he was half kneeling on the sidewalk. Venom, rage, promise of revenge, all of that and things far more dark and sinister pooled in his sea green eyes. "You're going to regret that."
Before I could even blink I felt my head snap to the side, my cheek searing with pain and my left ear ringing. The blow itself had been enough to knock me off my feet, but the pain is what made me stay of the cold cement. I heard a muffled whimper, but soon realize it was simply my own. I couldn't get up, my limbs felt heavy and the numbing cold of the ground was a relief to the fire spreading through my head and neck. I was terrified. He was so much stronger than I was. As long as I stayed like this, he could do whatever he wanted….. he would do whatever he wanted.
Numbly I felt a hand wrap around my ankle and pull, my head bounced on the sidewalk making me more dizzy and disoriented. Halfheartedly I kicked my leg but I couldn't make contact if I didn't know where he was. The hand dropped my leg and it landed with a dull thud. My ear was still ringing and everything around me was muffled and dull. It sounded like someone was shouting. With my cheek to the ground I could hear footsteps approaching me and Lyon.
"Ly-... Wh-... Tryi... To do-..." Though muffled I heard bits and pieces of a familiar voice, quiet and unlike Lyon in every way, strong but hesitant. I tried to lift my head only to have it smacked back down by what I assumed was Lyon.
"I will not be told what to do by YOU!" Lyon's voice sounded loud and clear and I found that the ringing had finally subsided. He seemed to be yelling at another person, someone who had just approached, "She is MY girlfriend!"
At that statement I snapped, forcing myself shakily off the ground I turned to Lyon and shouted, not caring who heard me "You fucking bastard!" Tears began to stream from my eyes. "You have the nerve to even think of me as your girlfriend after THAT!" I was shaking from the pain in my head, the absolute hatred coursing through my body. I felt violated, dirty, disgusting. I could feel his phantom hands still holding my skin. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to rub my skin raw and never have another set of hands touch me aside from my own.
"GET OUT OF HERE! Don't ever come back!" I scream at Lyon barely able to get the words out. through my tears I can see another boy standing between me and Lyon with his back turned to me.
Lyon stares with the gaul to have surprise and hurt on his face. His hands are at his sides. "But Juvia I-"
"Don't Lyon" The figure in front of me says in a steely calm, almost disturbing voice.
Lyon glares at the figure, with absolute hatred and venom pooling in his eyes. But he turns on his heel and begins stalking down the drive. "You're going to regret this…." he looks back over his shoulder evil intent prominent on his features "...both of you." and then continues on his way, finally disappearing down the road and leaving me and the boy alone in front of the house with only the sound of the wind through the trees to break the silence.
With my adrenalin rush gone and my mind and body feeling broken, my legs shake and I slump against the door and slide down it till I reach the cold concrete.
As soon as I'm still the sobs rack my body in tremors and waves that make me feel like the whole earth is shaking beneath me. I felt empty, disgusting, angry, desperate, and a million other emotions in one single moment. The pressure in my heart alone should have killed me then and there, but for some god forsaken reason I was still there having to deal with everything that made me wish for death. I grab my arms and hug myself as the tears continue falling even harder now. Why couldn't just I simply disappear? Leave this wretched feeling in my body? Fade from existence and never come back?
"No."
Through the blur of tears I can see two dark eyes staring into mine. A mouth stretched into a firm but comforting line across his face not a smile nor a frown. It was the boy from earlier, the one I had saved from Lyon's cruelty, crouched down in front of me; concern and sadness engraved in his features.
"W-what?" My voice catches as I speak, almost choking on my tears.
"No, you can't" He says quietly, almost inaudible. He tries to bring a hand up to my face to wipe away my tears, but I flinch back and he pulls back with a sigh. "... Are you alright?" My eyes are still full of tears and I hug myself tighter.
"I don't know." He looks down at my feet but doesn't say anything. My heart rate is calmer now, my breathing more even. I study him for a moment. His hands are bruised and scared. His T-shirt dirt covered and messy. The shoes on his feet nothing more than the soles and laces left. But his face, out of it all is surprisingly soft almost untouched by whatever hardships had befallen his life.
When his eyes come back from my feet our eyes meet. We study each other, our breathing in time with each other. His eyes are a color that I can't quite name, deep and dark like the night sky. His hair was choppy and unkempt swept across his forehead to keep it out of his eyes.
I don't realize the heat pooling in my cheeks until it was too late. I break my gaze and burry my face in my arms. The darkness of my vision has a calming effect, just like it always has.
A sigh and a the crackle of gravel under moving shoes makes me lift my head. I see him walking away, his back is half way turned to me, and I can see the darkened skin of a bruise and scratches peeking out under the collar of his shirt and it makes my heart almost stop. Just what had he been through? Why did he stop, for someone he didn't even know?
As millions of questions race through my mind he's already made it halfway down the walkway back to the road. "Wait!" I cry. I'm desperate now, my mind is spinning and my limbs are like lead. "Why did you stop? For me, I don't even know your name."
He stops in his tracks and turn back to me and all I can see is pure pain in his eyes."I've seen that look before" he says quietly, ignoring my question entirely.
"What do you mean?" What look? What was he talking about?
"That look in your eyes. I know what you were thinking. I see it everyday." He begins walking again. Hands shoved deep down in his pockets and his head hanging down.
"W-what… Wher-"
"In the mirror."
Hey y'all what can I say, life gets in the way of a lot of shit, Me and Fairy Tail Until The End have actually started a writing club at our school so we can have time to write, but sadly it's only once a week. But hey it's something I guess. I'll just say this: Don't expect any sort of schedule for our updates, it happens when it happens.
~GatorGirlFL16
Heeeyyy... Yeah long time no see. AND IT SUCKS! I wish we could write faster cause I hate to keep you guys waiting! Anyways this is probably short because I am sick and don't have much energy right now. Byez!
~Fairy Tail Until The End"
Till Next time guys ~ The Writing Machines