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Forgive and Forget
Chapter 4
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You. you save me.
I thought as I stared with wide eyes at the handsome youth before me. His hair was dishevelled and there were bits of straw sticking out of his dark hair. His face was void of emotions as he took glances at my current state. My hair was all messed up, my lips were swollen and my body was nude with bites all over. It wasn't a pleasant sight.
I wasn't embarrassed to let him see me naked, shockingly. Mainly because he has already I guess. But I couldn't stand him standing there, looking at me as if I'm nothing.
I noticed some injuries on him too, bruises, cuts and such. But he didn't seem to notice them.
Suddenly, he made a movement. Moving to the left side of the cell, he grabbed my long, black cloak and chucked it at me.
"Put this on," he said briskly. I noticed that his eyes weren't looking at me when he did so.
I obeyed willingly, just noticing exactly how cold it was to be this underground. He leaned against a wall in front of me and stayed there, not saying anything.
For a minute there, I forgot why I was down there and what I was doing. But then the remembrance hit me like a blow in the chest.
I'M RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY RAPIST!!!
I blinked twice, feeling tears coming up. My body resumed the trembling it had made before. My lips started to waver and my eyes began to sting. I mustn't cry, I told myself. I mustn't let him see me like this again.
Noticing my sudden behaviour, Potter sighed and reached a hand into his pockets, seemed to be trying to find a cigarette. But when the search was over and not one cigarette was produced, he gave an annoyed "shit."
Potter stopped rummaging and looked into my eyes. With a more gentle tone than last time, he said, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you."
I blinked at him, letting a few tears out. He's not gonna hurt me? Nevertheless, I still felt scared, how could I know that I could trust him?
Potter seemed to know what I was thinking and said. "Look Evans, I'm not gonna hurt you, trust me, ok?"
"Lily," I whispered. "Call me Lily." I hated it when someone called me Evans, it reminds me of the horrible household to which I had been born into.
Potter was quite taken back with my response, or so it looked, as he stared quizzedly at me.
"Oh, well, in that case, you can call me James." He said, still looking surprised.
I gave him a weak smile. Maybe . just maybe he isn't that bad after all!
Potter - sorry James's eyes captured mine, and for a minute there, I was sure that there was admiration in those eyes, but then it was gone, and I presumed that I imagined it.
"Soo . you came here to talk to me, right?" James said.
"Er." What do you say when you're in a position like mine?
"I just wanna know some . some . you know . some answers."
"Oh! Um . what kinda answers?" He asked, acting . I dunno, fidgety.
"Err." Great answer, Lily. Just sooo great.
James seemed to understand that I was having problems so he decided to help me. After running an absent hand through his hair, he said.
"Look, I guess I do owe you an explanation. I'm sorry that I did . what I did, I was just really drunk and wasn't thinking properly, you know. And when I saw you there, so happy and with a good future right in front of you, I just got really pissed off and angry about how you have everything and I don't." He sighed. "I was just being immature and like I said, I was drunk so I wasn't exactly thinking properly. I'm sorry."
And he did indeed look very sorry. His head was drooped and his fingers were toying with the torn cloth of his shirt. He couldn't seem to look into my eyes.
"Er." That seemed to be the only word I know, doesn't it?
"And I didn't really mean all those things I said in court. Well, not all of it anyway. I was quite angry that you brought the matter into court and everything but then I realised you had every right to. But Lily."
I felt my heart getting caught up my throat. He said my name.
"I don't have anything I can give to you right now. So if you want money or anything from me, I'm afraid you're gonna have to wait for a couple of years."
Is that what he thought I came for? Money? Compensation?! Did he really think I'd do that?
"James." He looked into my eyes for the first time. "I don't want anything from you. Ok? I didn't want to bring this into court either. It was . it was my parents. You and I have one thing in common. See, both our parents don't like us. My parents are big celebrities, as you probably already know. And they just wanted to use this to gain more publicity. It sound hard to believe but trust me, it's true."
I didn't know why I was saying all these things to him, especially to him. I've never told anyone, not even my friends this. But I suppose it was more comfortable talking to someone who had been through the same thing.
"Um . ok, so you're mad at me?" His hazel eyes shone hopefully.
I smiled, though I still felt insecure. "No, I'm not mad at you."
Somewhere along the staircase, footsteps started to clank.
"Ms Evans? Are you there? Is everything alright?" It was that woman.
"Ms Ev - OH MY GOD! John! John, come quick. Look at this, Potter's free, Potter's free. John?! Where are you? Come on, you idiot!!!" She took my hand and dragged me away from James. Who looked like he's gonna burst out laughing any second.
"Calm down, Ms er. Miss. John's not here, well, technically he is here but he's not in any position to talk. Ms Evans, as you have there" His eyes glanced at her hands which were gripping my arms so tight I was sure it was going to leave a bruise. "Is fine, and John. Well, I think Ms Evans will tell you exactly what happened . in court."
The woman gave a choked shriek and tightened her grip on my arms. I winced.
James noticed and said, "you might wanna let go of Ms Evans now, miss. I think you're the one hurting her."
She didn't do anything for a minute and then she suddenly started to run with me lagging behind her. I could barely keep in pace but I managed, I took a glance behind me and saw James chuckling.
"Bye Lily."
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A/N Well, that's all for now. I know this sound crap but I really wanna finish this quickly.
Forgive and Forget
Chapter 4
*****
You. you save me.
I thought as I stared with wide eyes at the handsome youth before me. His hair was dishevelled and there were bits of straw sticking out of his dark hair. His face was void of emotions as he took glances at my current state. My hair was all messed up, my lips were swollen and my body was nude with bites all over. It wasn't a pleasant sight.
I wasn't embarrassed to let him see me naked, shockingly. Mainly because he has already I guess. But I couldn't stand him standing there, looking at me as if I'm nothing.
I noticed some injuries on him too, bruises, cuts and such. But he didn't seem to notice them.
Suddenly, he made a movement. Moving to the left side of the cell, he grabbed my long, black cloak and chucked it at me.
"Put this on," he said briskly. I noticed that his eyes weren't looking at me when he did so.
I obeyed willingly, just noticing exactly how cold it was to be this underground. He leaned against a wall in front of me and stayed there, not saying anything.
For a minute there, I forgot why I was down there and what I was doing. But then the remembrance hit me like a blow in the chest.
I'M RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY RAPIST!!!
I blinked twice, feeling tears coming up. My body resumed the trembling it had made before. My lips started to waver and my eyes began to sting. I mustn't cry, I told myself. I mustn't let him see me like this again.
Noticing my sudden behaviour, Potter sighed and reached a hand into his pockets, seemed to be trying to find a cigarette. But when the search was over and not one cigarette was produced, he gave an annoyed "shit."
Potter stopped rummaging and looked into my eyes. With a more gentle tone than last time, he said, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you."
I blinked at him, letting a few tears out. He's not gonna hurt me? Nevertheless, I still felt scared, how could I know that I could trust him?
Potter seemed to know what I was thinking and said. "Look Evans, I'm not gonna hurt you, trust me, ok?"
"Lily," I whispered. "Call me Lily." I hated it when someone called me Evans, it reminds me of the horrible household to which I had been born into.
Potter was quite taken back with my response, or so it looked, as he stared quizzedly at me.
"Oh, well, in that case, you can call me James." He said, still looking surprised.
I gave him a weak smile. Maybe . just maybe he isn't that bad after all!
Potter - sorry James's eyes captured mine, and for a minute there, I was sure that there was admiration in those eyes, but then it was gone, and I presumed that I imagined it.
"Soo . you came here to talk to me, right?" James said.
"Er." What do you say when you're in a position like mine?
"I just wanna know some . some . you know . some answers."
"Oh! Um . what kinda answers?" He asked, acting . I dunno, fidgety.
"Err." Great answer, Lily. Just sooo great.
James seemed to understand that I was having problems so he decided to help me. After running an absent hand through his hair, he said.
"Look, I guess I do owe you an explanation. I'm sorry that I did . what I did, I was just really drunk and wasn't thinking properly, you know. And when I saw you there, so happy and with a good future right in front of you, I just got really pissed off and angry about how you have everything and I don't." He sighed. "I was just being immature and like I said, I was drunk so I wasn't exactly thinking properly. I'm sorry."
And he did indeed look very sorry. His head was drooped and his fingers were toying with the torn cloth of his shirt. He couldn't seem to look into my eyes.
"Er." That seemed to be the only word I know, doesn't it?
"And I didn't really mean all those things I said in court. Well, not all of it anyway. I was quite angry that you brought the matter into court and everything but then I realised you had every right to. But Lily."
I felt my heart getting caught up my throat. He said my name.
"I don't have anything I can give to you right now. So if you want money or anything from me, I'm afraid you're gonna have to wait for a couple of years."
Is that what he thought I came for? Money? Compensation?! Did he really think I'd do that?
"James." He looked into my eyes for the first time. "I don't want anything from you. Ok? I didn't want to bring this into court either. It was . it was my parents. You and I have one thing in common. See, both our parents don't like us. My parents are big celebrities, as you probably already know. And they just wanted to use this to gain more publicity. It sound hard to believe but trust me, it's true."
I didn't know why I was saying all these things to him, especially to him. I've never told anyone, not even my friends this. But I suppose it was more comfortable talking to someone who had been through the same thing.
"Um . ok, so you're mad at me?" His hazel eyes shone hopefully.
I smiled, though I still felt insecure. "No, I'm not mad at you."
Somewhere along the staircase, footsteps started to clank.
"Ms Evans? Are you there? Is everything alright?" It was that woman.
"Ms Ev - OH MY GOD! John! John, come quick. Look at this, Potter's free, Potter's free. John?! Where are you? Come on, you idiot!!!" She took my hand and dragged me away from James. Who looked like he's gonna burst out laughing any second.
"Calm down, Ms er. Miss. John's not here, well, technically he is here but he's not in any position to talk. Ms Evans, as you have there" His eyes glanced at her hands which were gripping my arms so tight I was sure it was going to leave a bruise. "Is fine, and John. Well, I think Ms Evans will tell you exactly what happened . in court."
The woman gave a choked shriek and tightened her grip on my arms. I winced.
James noticed and said, "you might wanna let go of Ms Evans now, miss. I think you're the one hurting her."
She didn't do anything for a minute and then she suddenly started to run with me lagging behind her. I could barely keep in pace but I managed, I took a glance behind me and saw James chuckling.
"Bye Lily."
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A/N Well, that's all for now. I know this sound crap but I really wanna finish this quickly.
