I apologize for the wait.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN Ouran Highschool Host Club
Chapter 3
I woke up the next morning with Kenta's arms wrapped around my waist. I could feel Kenta breathing softly against my neck. I smiled softly. I closed my eyes and all I could feel was complete and utter euphoria. Kenta hasn't been this gentle with me in months. And I was going to enjoy every moment of this. Even if it only lasted about a day.
I felt Kenta stir next to me. His grip around me tightened.
''Morning.'' he said, his voice rough from sleep.
''Morning.'' I replied. I shifted so that I was facing him. I smiled.
''Did you sleep well?'' I asked. He nodded.
''Like a baby. How about you?''
''Amazing. I haven't slept this well in months.'' I said. Kenta's eyes darkened and he pulled away from me. I stared at him, confused.
''What's wrong?'' I asked. Kenta looked away and sighed.
''I'm sorry.'' I heard him whisper. I blinked.
''Sorry? For what?'' Kenta looked up and locked his eyes with mine.
''Don't play dumb, Kaoru. You know exactly what I'm talking about. You know exactly what I am apologizing for. So don't act like you don't.'' I looked away.
''I know. It's just that, I don't want to think about it. I don't want to think about all the times that you hit me. I don't want to think about every aweful word that you said to me.'' I took in a shaky breath. The tears were going to come, I just knew it.
''I don't want to think about all the times you hurt me. I don't like to think about it so just don't bring it up again. Please.'' I begged quietly. The tears began to fall but I didn't have the strength to wipe them away. I felt Kenta's arms wrap and me and pull me against his chest.
''I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Kaoru. For everything.'' I heard him say. I shook in his arms.
''I-'' I couldn't finish my sentence. I couldn't get the words out. I opened my mouth and a choked sob came out. My throat constricted and I found that I couldn't talk. My breathing had become short and ragged. My body continued to shake as my sobs got louder. Kenta gently rubbed my back trying to calm me down.
''Shh. It's okay now. I won't hurt you ever again. I promise. I'll be good to you from now on. It's gonna be okay now. I promise.'' Kenta whispered softly. I nodded against his chest.
After a while, I finally managed to calm down. But even after I calmed down, we didn't move from our current positions. I was still pressed up against Kenta's chest and he still had his arms around me. And we stayed like that for a long time. No one dared to move. Not a single noise could be heard. Just the quiet sounds of our breathing. The only thing that broke the silence was my phone. Kenta let go of me and I instantly felt cold.
''You should get that.'' he said. He kissed me on the forehead before getting up and leaving the room. I turned to my phone and sighed. It was Hikaru.
''Hi Hikaru.'' I said.
''Hey Kaoru. How have you been?''
''I'm fine Hikaru. Why are you calling?''
''Oh, well you didn't answer when I called you last night so I wanted to make sure that everything was alright.''
''Everything's fine Hikaru. So don't worry.''
''Okay. I just wanted to make sure. But, why aren't you at work?''
''I'm not working today.''
''Oh, okay. I'll talk to you later. Bye Kaoru.''
''Bye Hikaru.'' I hung up. Slowly, I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I quickly grabbed my robe from the wall and walked to the kitchen, where Kenta was already waiting for me.
''What did Hikaru want?'' he asked. I blinked.
''How did you know it was Hikaru?'' I asked in response. Kenta shrugged.
''He is the only person that would call you this early in the morning. So, what did he want?''
''Oh, he wanted to make sure that I was alright.''
''Are you?'' Kenta said. I blinked.
''What do you mean by that?'' I asked. Kenta stopped leaning against the wall and slowly approached me.
''You know what I'm talking about.'' he whispered. I gulped.
''No, I really don't. So maybe you can enlighten me a little?'' Kenta sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
''Kaoru,'' he started, a touch of exasperation in his voice. He took my hand and squeezed it.
''You can't keep doing this to yourself.'' he said.
''Doing what?''
''You can't keep thinking that everything is alright when it clearly isn't. Kaoru, I abused you for months. I hurt you. But every since last night, you've been acting as if it never happened. As if it was all in the past. And that isn't okay. You can't keep telling yourself that everything is okay. You need help. I need help. If we are going to make this work, than we have to stop fooling ourselves. I suggest that we go to a therapist.'' I moved away from Kenta, a look of complete shock crossing my features.
''Therapy? No way. Absolutely not. I am not going to a therapist.''
''Kaoru, listen to me. You have-''
''No! I am listening to you! And I don't like what you have to say! Therapy? Are you serious Kenta? What the hell is that gonna do! I'm sorry but I just don't see the point in talking to a stranger that knows absolutely nothing about our lives! I don't need them to judge me or you! They don't know us, they don't understand what we've been through, so how could they possibly help us! If you want to go to therapy, then go! Just don't ask me to go with you because I won't!'' I shouted. Kenta took a step back, a look of complete shock entering his eyes. I had never screamed at him like that before. Not in all the three years that we've been together.
''Look Kaoru, I understand that you're a little upset about going to therapy, but I think that it would be the best decision for both of us.''
''You mean the best decision for you! I don't need to go to therapy! I don't need help! I'm not the one with the violent urges and awful temper. That's you! So maybe you need to get help, not me!'' As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I regreted them. I watched as Kenta took a sharp breath and closed his eyes. It was silent for several moments. I sighed.
''Kenta, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that.'' I said. Kenta looked at me and instead of seeing anger in his eyes, I saw understanding.
''Don't apologize Kaoru. You're right. I'm the one with the problem, not you. I'm the one that needs therapy. And it was wrong of me to expect you to agree with me. I'm sorry.'' Kenta slowly walked over to me. He cupped my cheek and smiled.
''Although, when you yelled at me, I kinda got turned on.'' Kenta leaned into me, his mouth right next to my ear.
''And since you turned me on, why don't I do the same to you?''
''Kenta.'' I whispered.
''Shh. Don't protest.'' Kenta gripped pulled the knot that held my robe in place. The robe fell to the floor, leaving me naked. Kenta started to leave a trail of kisses down my collarbone. When he reached my nipple, I felt his tongue swipe at it briefly. I shuddered. Kenta continued his trail of wet and sloppy kisses down my body. He stopped when he reached my groin. His tongue ghosted over it briefly. Just when I thought that he was going to do something, he stood up.
''Well, that should be enough for now.'' He said. I gaped at him.
''What?'' I croaked. He smirked at me.
''You heard me.''
''B-B-But...'' I stuttered. My cheeks were flushed pink and I was panting a little. I can't believe that he just said that. Usually, he wouldn't hesistate to have sex with me. I heard him hum.
''Unless,'' he began. His eyes landed on me and he grinned. '' You want to finish this in the bedroom?''
''Oh God yes.'' I said. Kenta laughed. Then, without warning, he lifted me up bridal style.
''Your wish is my command.'' he joked as he carried me to our bedroom.
He closed the door and we were finally able to finish what we started.
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The next day, Kenta went to therapy and I went to work. When I got home that night, Kenta was already there.
''Hey.'' I said and walked over to him.
''Hi.'' he replied, but it was muffled out by the book that he was currently reading.
''How was therapy?'' I asked. He shrugged.
''It was fine, I guess.'' he mumbled. I sat down next to him.
''Did you talk about... well, us?'' Kenta sighed and put down his book.
''No. But even if I did talk about it, my therapist won't be able to say anything about it. Our conversations are private. She can't disclose whatever I say to her. It's the law.''
''I know that. But, if you didn't talk about us, then what did you talk about?'' I pressed on. I wanted to know exactly what Kenta said to that therapist. Kenta looked at me.
''I simply told her that I had some anger issues and that it was having a negative affect on my relationship. I didn't mention you or what I did to you, so don't worry. Also, my therapist gave me some pills that will help to control my temper and violent urges. I was going to take one now, actually.''
''Oh, well okay. I have some work I need to finish anyway. I'll be in our room.''
I spent the next few hours in our bedroom finishing up some new designs. I was so focused on my work that I didn't even notice when Kenta came into the room. I finally noticed him when he wrapped his arms around my waist.
''Kenta, what are you doing?'' I asked him.
''Holding my boyfriend. Is there a problem?'' I didn't like his tone when he said that. It made me nervous.
''No. I was just wondering what you were doing, that all.'' I spoke slowly, not wanting to make him angry. Things were just starting to get better between us and I didn't want to ruin it. Kenta's grip around me tightened.
''You know what I want to do right now?'' he mumbled.
''What?''
''I want to throw you onto the floor and fuck you until you can't move.'' I flushed.
''Kenta, I can't do that. I have to finish these designs.''
''You can finsh them later. Now go on. Get on the floor. I don't want to have to hurt you.''
It only took me a minute to realize that he was seroius. But still, I didn't want to do it.
''Kenta, I get that you're horny but-'' I was cut off by his lips smashing into mine. Now, this wasn't a sweet kiss either. It was rough and hard. He forced his tongue down my throat, causing me to make a noise. Apparently, he thought that was a sound of pleasure, so he continued his rough kissing. He shoved down to the floor and quickly started to take off my clothes.
''Kenta. Please, stop it. I don't want to do this.''
''Shut up. If you don't want this, then why are you letting me do it?''
''I'm not letting you do anything. You're forcing yourself on me. Now, get off!'' I shoved him and he fell to the floor. He snarled at me. He grabbed my wrist and slammed me against the floor. I struggled in his vice like grip but it was no use. He quickly took off his pants and shoved his length inside of me. I cried out and continued to struggle. He put his hand over my mouth to silence me.
''Be quiet and stop struggling! You're only making it worse for yourself.'' He continued thrusting inside of me. Eventually I stopped struggling and let him have his way with me. Silent tears rolled down my cheeks.
''Kenta please. Stop this. You're hurting me.'' I whimpered. Whatever I said must have worked because he stopped what he was doing. He put on his pants and left the room without a word. I heard the front door close.
He left me there, on the floor stark naked, with a sharp pain coming from my behind.
I spent the rest of the night on the floor, waiting for Kenta to come home.
But of course, he never did.
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Again, I apologize for the wait.
I also apologize if this chapter sucked. Writer's block is a real pain.
