Ch.7
That day of school dragged on rather slowly. I received tons of strange looks from kids and teachers alike. My attempt to ignore them usually succeeded, but several times I would glance at them, their faces full of concern and misunderstanding as they came to the conclusion of a bully. I was rather clumsy, most students were aware of that crucial fact, and maybe they believed I had ran into something or whatever. It was the peers that didn't know of my defective clumsiness that fell to the conclusion of torment. Those students, I had thought, were the only ones who knew the truth.
After school had ended, Berwald met me behind the building. We didn't usually hand out there, nobody did really, it was the hang out for a well known gang, the Bad Touch Trio. The group was made up of an albino by the name of Gilbert, the perviest kid in school, Francis Bonnefoy (he had been a transfer student from France) and for some reason, Antonio, the nicest kid in the school. They went behind the school every day after classes and smoked all the drugs they could get their hands on. Luckily, however, they were not there that day. So Berwald and I were able to speek freely to each other.
The first thing he asked me was really no surprise, ''Who did that to you? Who's he?'' he had inquired.
My head had dropped again. My soft blond hair had covered my face almost completely as I mumbled, ''It was my dad, Berwald.'' Those beautiful blue eyes had opened wide, astonished.
''Your dad?'' he had asked, simply making sure he had heard me correctly. I had nodded. I remember the way he had glanced around. Trying to find the words to say. The words to comfort me for having such a psychotic father.
''…Why did he do it?'' he asked finally, no comforting words available at the moment. Berwald never was good at making small talk, anyway.
''He found out I was dating you. And apparently he didn't agree with it.'' I had swallowed then, bit my lip and continued slowly. ''He… h-he called me a faggot… and smacked me…. In my eye obviously…'' I finished, tears forming in the corners of my eyes.
Anger had drowned Berwald's exotic eyes. His hands had balled into fists. He spoke, ''your coming to my house.''
I had looked up. My eyebrows were furrowed.
''What do you mean?'' I had asked. This couldn't be happening… Berwald wanted me to live with him?
''I want you to live at my house.'' He said rather simply.
''But-''
'' I don't want to have worry about your jackass of a father hurting you.''
I had looked up. The stinging of tears welling in my eyes made itself felt, and I sniffled several times as the consistent stream began to flow down my cheeks. I had smiled, laughing shakily. I stepped towards Berwald and snuggled myself into his chest. I had felt bad about soaking his shirt so much, but I don't think he cared.
''Thank you… s-so much…'' I had said, my choice choked by tears, and muffled by a thick fabric.
Berwald had craned his neck in order to kiss the top of my hair softly, and if it was possible, I began to love him even more than I had.
A/N:
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