Note; Sorry about the last chapter. This is the last or second last chapter. I hope you all enjoy it . thank-you for reading so far.
Touch...
NOT AGAIN! NO! Her mind screamed. It was all happening again! She would have to relive the night mere all over again. She felt as though she would be sick. Her voice was taken again. She lost her courage and closed her eyes. A whimper left her lips, through shakes.
"What's the matter." her attacker's husky voice spoke against her cheek. She didn't, couldn't, answer. Cool fingers ran from her temple, along her arm, to her hip. She was afraid and he knew.
"Don't worry; you'll like it this time. I locked the door so it's just the two of us." he said smoothly. She just glared. He grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him. This time it was his turn to glare at her. His silver his as hard as iron. She didn't want to look into those eyes, they were sharp and deadly. She lowered her eyes to her shoes, anything but the eyes. He shook her against the wall. She looked up, bewildered.
"You, Bitch, look at me when I talk to you!" He growled. "Speak!"
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"I said speak!" He growled, yet again pushing her against the wall. She was silent but this time her arm came up to slap him. At this, he smirked, a sickening, stomach dropping smirk only sharpened by the deadliness in his eyes. She gasped and that was enough for her assailant to take advantage and grab her lips. She some how found her nerve and fought back, testing his hold on her arms. She could tell he was enjoying he efforts so she tried a different approach. She bit down on his lip until she drew blood and thrusted her knee into his groin.
The young man bent down instinctively and took the opportunity kick him away. He groaned in reply and lay on his side like a sick mutt.
"Why can't you leave me alone?" She screeched. Her blood was flying through her veins with a strange excited frenzy. Her head was pounding and she couldn't tell if her skin was too hot or too cold. She had found her courage and did not bother lowering her voice. She looked at him, ready to face those iron eyes that haunted her so much.
She watched him, but only received silence as he slowly got on his hands and knees. She stood still and rigid, waiting for his answer. She felt her courage faded too fast. She gulped down the lump in her throat and clenched her fists, in attempts to hide her fear.
"Answer me." She said, her voice wavering.
He slowly looked back at her and met her eyes. He was slightly attractive in a very menacing way. His hair was soft, silk, black and carried a slight wave ending at his chin. He had a similar appearance to the one who called her ugly. The way he carried himself and the ghostly similar grey eyes. Every time she saw him she saw her worst memory over and over again.
I hate ugly girls. I hate ugly girls. She's so ugly. I hate ugly girls.
A laugh pulled her out of her reverie and she put her attention on the young man again. She watched his should shake as he laughed humorlessly.
"You are very strange. I couldn't understand why Takano wanted you. He could have anyone and he wanted and he chose the most unwanted girl in school! Why the hell would he do that?" He sharply turned and looked at her as though he was examining a piece of meat. "You must have some redeeming quality for Takano Kyohei to be interested, so when I saw you at the dance club I saw why." She saw him smirk.
It set her off and she threw herself at him like a wild cat. He was caught off guard and his expression showed a mix of both shock and terror. She was screaming unnatural screams in his frozen face and scratched at him with great effect. She lost her senses and went to a state of insanity. He put up little resist but she couldn't properly tell: her rage was controlling her.
She didn't realize someone entered the washroom but two strong, sinewy arms went around her. The only added to her rage and she began to attack her captor with no remorse or thought.
"Sunako!"
The voice was familiar, but she didn't care. She needed to kill the scum before her. He was cowering in front of her with scratches all over his face. She needed to kill him before she lost her nerve- and she knew it was dwindling. She went for him again but the arms holding her tightened.
"Sunako!" Kyohei shouted. As soon as she realized who was holding her the rage drained and she felt hollow and confused for a moment. How long had he been here? Why had I not heard him? Why did he stop me? She felt like a fool and began to crumple in his arms. The dam building up behind her eyes burst and her tears flowed freely. His whole body shook.
Some how Kyohei managed to turn her so that she faced his chest so that the boy on the floor could not see her cry. She was grateful for that. She sobbed into his chest, clutching on to him with dear life.
"Why?" she wailed, "Why?" she didn't know what she meant though or how to dictate her mixed up thoughts to him. He pulled her tighter. She felt his head shift and knew he would address someone other than her.
"Yo', Ass hole. Don't touch Nakahara. "Kyohei said. She felt the words vibrate through his throat.
"What? Y-y-y-ou...Nakahara?" He stuttered in utter shock. Sunako held onto him tighter, trying to think of what he'd say. She felt him swallow something. She didn't know why but she was anxious to know his response.
"Tshk! It's none of your business."
Kyohei then pulled Sunako with him out of the washroom. Sunako went into a sort of daze considering what he had meant. Did she mean anything to him? Of course, she was only one in the household that could cook. The stupid creature, he only cared for food. He couldn't care for her and why should she care? She didn't know.
When they were out side, on the roof, Kyohei flopped to the ground, pulling Sunako down with him. It was beautiful outside, they sky was a beautiful, robin egg blue. Soft billowy clouds were scatter sparsely but artistically. The sun was out too bright and warm. The air was cool and dry. With the exception of the bright sun, Sunako felt at peace. She let her hair cover her face until a hair came and pulled it behind her ear she went rigid by instinct at anyone touching her.
"Don't do that." Was all Kyohei said and then went quiet and looked away. There was no sound for the longest time, only a slight breeze. Neither of the two wanted to break the silence. Until...
"Why didn't you stop him- I mean you could have. I know you're not a wimp. Did you want-"
"No!"
Kyohei flinched and then composed himself. She could tell He was upset by something. Judging by how he wouldn't look at her, he was probably mad at her.
" Why -"
"How did you find me?" she asked, not wanting to answer any questions. She could tell he wasn't about to answer. She studies him preparing for another fight but he just sighed and looked at her, seriously.
"I know what he did to you."
I was her turn to flinch now.
"I didn't like how you acted. You were like a wounded animal and wouldn't let anyone go near you. Like a damn ghost." He continued. "Why didn't you just tell us...me?
"I was ashamed."
"But you could've beat that pansy before, damn it! Why didn't you!"
"He looked like... him"
Kyohei's fists clenched and his jaw tightened.
"You still like him." his voice was strained and it came out and was rougher than usual.
"I don't think so. I was scared, not happy." She said cautiously, from the corned of her eye she saw him calm down, slightly. She looked down at her fidgeting hands, waiting for his response. She waited for one of his jerk-like comments. He then did something unlikely, unexpected and unKyohei. He hesitated.
"Sunako...I.I don't like seeing you hurt. I.um care about you." He stuttered. She turned to look at him. He had his usual moody look but with a slight blush.
"Thank-you." She said and then leaned against his arm. He then pulled her to lean on her should and wrapped his arm around her waist.
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