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It's Called 'Love'
Chapter 10
By HamburgerWithTea
Someone tell me why I always end up procrastinating when I just wrote a cliffy?
Oh and ever since I decided to have this ebb from a mandarin grow into a bonsai, I have to water it by using a spray bottle… and I end up spraying everything around me. I've always have a spray bottle fetish. /shot
OFF WE GO, LITTLE FELLA'S (wait does anyone else here watch Horrible Histories? Please tell me you do, otherwise search for New Victorian Child and stuff about WW1 HHstyle and all. It's worth it; epic Hetalia crack, asides from it being awesome crack on itself. THANK YOU IGGY FOR MAKING THAT STUFF XD)
WHY AM I TALKING? I SHOULD WRITE
I could feel how his hands tried to undress me, for how much more of me there was to undress, while I could reek the alcohol from his mouth as he tried to lock our lips together.
The oh so familiar smell of alcohol. It made me sick.
I tried to push him away, trying to get out of it, but he was too strong. I tried to kick him in his stomach, but he knew how to keep me down and he knew how to keep me quiet.
He almost choked me before and only when I was out of breath he'd let go, kiss me and then when I started showing signs of screaming, he'd do it again.
Suddenly I could smell the alcohol even more then before, and before I knew it he tried to make me drink some very alcoholic drink. I couldn't even recognise it.
"Now, drink this boy, you'll feel better," he said while still keeping me down. At least he was less touchy at the moment, but now I almost choked in the liquid that was forced down my throat.
"Le- uhg," I tried to make him stop, "Let me- ugh- g-go!" I tried to struggle again, and for a moment the man seemed to be somewhat taken back by my struggling, but not soon after he just continued.
I could feel him grab my nose, making sure that I could only breath through my mouth, and that way he forced me to drink it. It burnt in my throat and I could feel it take effect.
This was the type of alcohol you wouldn't drink a whole bottle from, but only a few sips.
I decided to stop struggling. I don't know where the idea came from but I decided to calm down, make him stop forcing me to drink the liquid, and pretend if I was wasted enough from it.
The man seemed a bit suspicious at first, but soon decided he shouldn't take too long in case I might pass out, and soon he started kissing me again.
He started grabbing me around my waist, kissing my collarbones and working his way down. I could feel how I because nauseous from it all, but I let it happen for now. I had to wait for the right moment.
The man seemed to now be fully absorbed into devouring me and I decided it was the right moment. With a quick hit to the nose by my knee, the guy sat up. Before he could realise what happened I kicked him again, this time straight into his stomach.
I made a quick das out of the bed, but before I could reach the door, he grabbed my arm. He stopped me and pulled me back, face down onto the bed again.
He started to turn my arm upwards on my back. It hurt incredibly much and soon I stopped struggling again. Also I could feel how I started becoming dizzy from the sudden movements combined with alcohol.
Without saying a thing the man now grabbed my other arm and turned me around, so I was now lying on my back. He started to hover over me.
"Don't run boy, don't run. You don't know what I might do when I lose my temper,"
The man scared me more every second I was with him.
He tried to pull down my pants now, while still kissing me. Bad idea from him.
Again, I kicked him, this time in much more sensitive parts of his body and then his head. He started to curl up in pain, but I couldn't care less. With a quick dash I grabbed my sports bag and unlocked the door. Not even bothering to look back to where the arsehole was lying, I made my way down the hall, towards the small stairs, and through the back door.
Only after I ran a few streets further I started to care about my appearance.
Right now I looked like some maniac; all I wore were my underwear and a bathrobe while clenching onto my sports bag as if it was my life.
It was still pouring down as a shower, and I could feel how the water had made its way straight through the warm and soft fabric of the bathrobe, making it cold and sticky.
My sports bag included my usual cloths, but I couldn't care less about putting them on. My shoes seemed to be the only items I'd forgotten while running away, and therefore I now stood aside the road, with bare feet and only a bathrobe and underwear as cloths. Could my life become any more miserable?
I could feel how tears started to form in my eyes. Soon I knew they started to fall down my cheeks and onto the ground or my cloths, but you couldn't see; it was all washed away by the rain.
The rain. A perfect example of how I was feeling now. Not the way Alfred had described though. This time it was the purely miserable part of me, crying it's heart out while all that surrounded it was darkness.
Darkness and a few cold streetlights that barely gave enough light to see where you were walking.
I decided to at least put on my trousers before I should continue walking.
I didn't know where to go really. All I knew was that I wanted to go away from here, hide, and be somewhere save.
A frown formed onto my face, keeping back the tears, as I started walking down the road. Sometimes I could feel myself become dizzy and once I even threw up, both from misery and the alcohol.
I wasn't able to take the bus looking like this and smelling like alcohol, so I decided to walk instead. Also I didn't want to call anyone, in case they would suspect anything and I'd be in trouble.
I could feel how the small, lose stones on the road bored into my feet after a while. Life had been the most miserable this evening, and on top of that I didn't even get the money tonight. Not like I was ever going back again.
I will have to get money in a different way.
The only thing lucky, I decided, this evening was being able to escape from being raped by some drunk, perverted man. But that was it.
The rain kept pouring down, making the sidewalk slippery as it ran down the tiles to the gutter. I felt just like that; falling down from a height and when thinking I reached the very deepest part of life, I was washed away to fall and drown even further.
Without knowing why I suddenly stopped walking. I looked up.
My eyes met with a familiar baby-blue door which was attached to a friendly looking house, even though all lights were switched off.
It was Alfred's house.
But it didn't seem like there was anyone awake or even there. I knew Alfred would not go to sleep this early, he always stayed up late to play videogames or read one of those American comics, but this time the house looked as if the owners had left it.
Not wanting to walk on with the pain in my feet, I leant against a small wall that served as some kind of fence, and slid down.
By now I didn't even feel like crying anymore. I just didn't feel anything.
How could this happen? How could I have been so stupid? How am I ever going to pay this depth?
Thoughts kept running through my mind as I started to curl up and put my arms around my own legs, letting the rain pour down so my hair almost got into my eyes and my fingers started to become numb from cold.
What will my brothers think? And my dad? Would he even care, or would he think it'd be better without me? Would someone even miss me?
I let my head fall forward and kept it resting against my knees.
Would the people at school also not care? What would Alfred do if he found me here? I look like some psycho stalker, I'm sure he wouldn't appreciate. After all I told him not to ca-…
"Artie?"
I looked up, meeting with the sky blue eyes I was just thinking about. The blue that shone so brilliantly even in this dark night filled with miserable feelings. The blue that could cheer you up with just looking at it, the blue that kept all emotion the owner felt in them. They could show it to the world so perfectly. That one particular blue you could never forget.
I just stared. I didn't bother to do anything else.
Alfred seemed to just get back from football practise; filled with mud, sports bag and his usual bomber jacked loosely onto his shoulders. He also stared back.
"A-Artie what happened?" Alfred now asked. I couldn't bring myself I tell him. I wanted to, but I didn't know where to start or where to get the energy to even start talking.
"C'mon Artie, lemme get ya inside, ya'll catch a cold or somethin' if ya stay outside," Alfred said in a bit of panic. I couldn't blame the boy, I must have looked like I had no energy to live anymore –since I felt like that.
While I was still half captivated by my own thoughts I could suddenly feel how Alfred tugged off the bathrobe, as it was already lose from my shoulders, and I could feel something warm replacing it.
I could smell the one particular smell that just fitted Alfred; a bit of musk, some sweat and a boy's cologne. It was his bomber jacket.
"C'mon Artie, don't tel me yer sick or somethin'? Seriously come inside," he started dragging me to the door at my arm, I just followed him.
He quickly opened the door after he found the right key, and dragged me inside. He closed the door behind me as I stood there, dripping from water straight onto the door mat.
"First go change, yer gonna catch a cold for real, 'nd ya don't wanna get a fever, now do ya?" I let him lead me upstairs, not caring about what happened to me. I just kept feeling miserable, though already a bit better, knowing someone actually did care of me.
Alfred now grabbed some fresh pair of cloths – a sweatpants and a warm-looking hoody- from out of his closet and walked back to me. I was slowly starting to change and Alfred just waited. He seemed to for once read the mood and let me take my time for once.
He then remembered to grab a towel for both me and himself (his hair was soaked after the small trip through he rain) and threw one of them on my head as he noticed I finished changing.
I wanted to grab the towel to dry my hair, but before I could do so I felt how it was already getting muffled through my hair, making my hair messier then it ever was before.
I could feel how a warmth spread from my heart through my whole body and a small blush crept onto my cheeks. I was glad the towel hid me from Alfred seeing it.
"Lets get back downstairs, 'kay?" Alfred asked, walking towards the door while dragging me with him, "Wanna have some tea? Ya always want tea, right?"
I nodded. I was glad he was taking care of me, it was exactly what I needed now.
He let me sit down on the couch, pointing out where some blanket was laying in case I felt cold, and ran off to the kitchen to quickly make some tea and fetch some snacks.
I curled up in the corner of the couch, noticing I should have to tell him. Tell Alfred, my best friend, about what happened. But before I could think it all through Alfred was back with some crisps, tea and a soda for himself.
He sat down next to me. Carefully, as if I would break if he was too rough. We sat there for a while, both silent, until Alfred couldn't stop his curiosity from taking over.
"So… Uhm… What's goin' on, I can tell somethin' really hurt ya, 'nd I wont let ya walk away now. I want to know the truth," I was surprised by his sudden seriousness, and turned my head towards facing him. But as soon as I looked into his eyes I was lost.
Lost from the world. Lost from all my boundaries. Both the alcohol and the bad feeling started to take their toll from me, and without realising I started to cry.
Cry as if I were some girl. Normally I'd be ashamed, would have ran away, and would hate myself for showing such weakness. But this time it felt good. I knew I could trust Alfred and that he would listen to me, he would understand me and that he would help me.
I told him about everything. From my time when my mother was still alive, to when my brothers somewhat started taking care of me. About how my dad got addicted to alcohol and about him becoming violent. I told him about the loan sharks, the depth and the club. I told him about my experience last night. I told him everything.
He just listened, and at one point even wrapped his arm around me. For some reason it didn't feel weird. If felt comfortable, actually, and it felt as if it belonged there and should always be there.
When finished talking I just sobbed and I could feel how Alfred was thinking of how to comfort me. He was never very skilled in this, but I knew that whatever he'd do I'd appreciate it. It would definitely make me happy.
Suddenly, without a sound, I could feel a second arm being put around me, and I could feel how I was pulled into a strong, yet gentle hug.
It felt warm and safe. It felt like what I needed, what I'd always wanted. I just continued sobbing into Alfred's shoulder as he started stroking my hair. I felt the well-know blush flow onto my head as a pleasant, almost tinkling feeling spread through my body.
"I wont let ya go back there again. My mum's to Canada so ya can stay here without havin' to tell anyone else," he told me. Suddenly he pushed me back a bit and put one of his hands onto my forehead. It was only then that I realised I was feeling not only warm from the hug, "Ya've got I fever, I knew it. Tomorrow's Sunday so ya should stay here, 'nd we'll see when ya're better, but once ya are we're goin' to the police. Ya can't let this be,"
I just nodded. I didn't feel like I had much energy left after the stressful days and evening and after crying my heart out.
"Go sleep now," Alfred said, dragging me along upstairs. He opened his room and let me lay down on his bed. I quickly fell asleep, not knowing what would happen. Not even caring, really. I just wanted to sleep, let my thoughts float away, and let my heart calm down from all emotions.
But I could swear I felt the bed move as if someone else was laying down. I was too sleepy to care.
/Author's Note/
Yay? XD trololol FLUFFTIME xD finally after all the drama… but LE DRAMA isn't over yet ;D aww Alfy is so sweet.
Okay sorry for short chapter but I was running out of time and I was procrastinating all the way and I mean, I've written so much lately, give me a break ;A;
Well I did fit in all I wanted to fit in. normally I'd have written on, but I didn't feel too well this morning, though it improved over the day, but I still have a bit of a headache.
I will try writing on asap, but I can never really tell when it will be uploaded XD
Ah and I'm so happy. Today I actually looked through my English class books, and it contains stuff about books I read, and some weird poetry, and it tells about the school system and the justice system and it had this article about British people being disliked in holiday countries (FFF I DON'T DISLIKE YOU GUYS, COME TO NL XD) and uuhm they kept talking about how the ALCHOL (since pubs have no time limits there) and the SUN and the TASTY FOOD made people a bit too happy? XD I dunno it just fitted so well with iggy xD aww but whatever
And omg there was this list from 5 influent full British bands/songs and there were the sex pistols! :D *fan, yes, thank you iggy* and jkfgnjkfd BLACK ADDER as one of the best TV series, and there's more. And seems like I did well by reading all these English books over the last 2 years, since we're gonna have to read some. And I already read them XD sometimes I love my nerd-side.
Trololol rambling :D
Oh yeah and to one of the ANYMOUS REVIEWERS; hahah she told me how her brother was named William Brooks XD lol sorry the name was chosen out of random xD but that review made me really happy XD though all reviews make me happy really…
Okay NEXT CHAPTER ASAP, WOHOOO XD
Byee! :D
p.s. yesterday it was the same day only in 1581 that we Dutch got independent from Spain. We stayed 'The United Netherlands' until 1795 when Napoleon invaded NL, but after he lost his power here in 1806, we got back to 'The United Royal Netherlands' though after countries like Belgium (1810) and such splitting up, eventually we became 'The Royal Netherlands' in 1830 until present day xD wohoo some Dutch history I know thanks to Hetalia, since school doesn't teach you anything XD
oh and I'm looking forward to a party I have 7th of august… a day before my brother turns 18 :D
I do not own Hetalia or the characters, those belong to their rightful (awesome) creator, Hidekaz Himaruya
(07/27/11)
OMG ALMOST FORGOT TO TELL YOU; THANKS FOR OVER 100 REVIEWS! IT'S INCREDIBLE ;A; I HAVE TEARS OF HAPPINESS