I didn't even know I had walked past my own house until Hao grabbed my hand.
Instantly, my cheeks flared, coating my cheeks with a strawberry-milkshake pink.
'What's happening to me? Why am I acting like this?'
"Lyserg, where are you going? You just passed your own house!" he said as his chuckle floated by.
I could tell Hao was looking at me, but I couldn't turn around, not with my cheeks like this!
Like a miracle, Yoh appeared to save my day.
"Hey Lyserg, getting ready for your tutoring?" he asked.
Thankfully, now that I had been distracted, my blush slowly faded away. The heartbeat that I don't remember speeding up, slowed down. This was getting out of hand.
I walked slowly back to the house and didn't catch Hao's gaze. The tutoring continued the same way, with me fidgeting and playing with the hem of my shirt and Hao explaining to me how (a+b)(a-b)=(a2-b2).
I saw him off, never once catching his eyes. If not looking at him again would stop these feelings; I would never look at him again!
Too deep in my own world, I didn't realize the sky's tears until it was too late. Startled, I remembered Hao hadn't brought an umbrella.
'What if he catches a cold?' I worried. I hurriedly grabbed an umbrella and sprinted off into the rain.
Hao had actually walked pretty far until I caught up to him.
"Lyserg? What are you doing here?" he asked, concerned because of my sudden mood change.
"I…remembered…you didn't…have an umbrella! So here!" I shoved the umbrella into his arms and ran away, not waiting for an answer.
A good half-mile away, I stopped. Drenched to the core, I shivered. I recognized my surroundings and remembered that it would take another hour to walk home. I couldn't take the bus home because the buses had already stopped their routes, and without a choice, I trudged back home.
Shivering in the cold, I finally reached my house. Opening the door, I walked inside. Reaching my room, I immediately stripped off my clothing, and jumped into the shower. But no matter how hot, I still shivered. I turned off my shower because it was doing me no good, and put on clean clothes. I crawled into bed and shivered again. I couldn't seem to warm myself up no matter what I did.
'I hope I don't catch a cold,' I thought, as I drifted off to sleep.
Feather-light fingers brushed over my skin, trying to sooth my agony. Sweet nothings were whispered in my ear as I screamed in pain. Opening my eyes, I saw the black silk washing my body, coating my scratch-riddled body. (1)
'It hurts.' I thought, my mind already numb from the pain.
I whimpered slightly, showing weakness.
"It's alright, I won't hurt you." He whispered, reaching down again to do what I didn't want him to do.
"No…stop…" I pleaded, the hated pleasure already arising within me.
"Please…don't…"
My head shot up from bed, my face tear-streaked, cold sweat coating my body and a sore throat to compensate for my screaming. I clutched my knees, crying and sobbing into my sheets, hating myself for having dredged up the memories I had tried so hard to bury. I stayed like that for a while, lying in fetal position and letting the grief pour out of me in the form of tears.
'I can't do this anymore… Please someone… Help Me…' I begged, tears mercilessly staining my sheets red.
(1) Yes, Lyserg's Rapist is a scratcher. Ha-ha~!
Ahahah. I remember the days when I used to update frequently. Ahahahahaha.