"I didn't lie, I never lie."
The sound of my own voice echoed in the almost empty room.
And then, just after I heard my own voice, I heard the sound of the slap that I just took from my step mother.
My right cheek is now red.
Her eyes are red, for the second time, I looked at her crying, and just then, her voice echoed in the room.
"I am sorry."
I could hear the thunders from outside; the windows are almost shaking from the powerful blowing wind, while the rain washes everything away. Then I heard my voice again:
"I told you to never lie to me again."
Chapter 6: In between
I didn't bother to run, it didn't matter, and I didn't even bother to look back.
To be more exact, all I did was to get my stuff and get out of that place. While my mother cried, shouted and threw plates and glasses on the ground, crushing them.
While I took the clothes for 'our' room, I stared at my step brother who is still reading. But I saw a trace of sorrow in his eyes, and he even reacted after I finished taking all that I needed and got out of 'our' room, for the last time, and I saw him standing up and I even saw his book falling to the ground.
While I passed though the kitchen, while my step mother still did the same scene, my step father came from his 'home office' and stopped me.
Three steps and then I can get out. Three steps and I set myself free of their lies. Three steps and everything it's done.
I stared at my step's father hand on my arm, while in his other hand is a bottle of expensive liquor.
Everyone came after me; I stared at my step mother, step brother, and step father.
I am between them and the door.
I didn't say a word, but I know that my gaze says everything, while I stared at my step father's hand.
And then after I realized that he won't budge, not for the reason that he cares about me, but because that the alcohol can't let him realize what is really happening, I looked at him, in the eye, waiting.
"If you leave now, you are not allowed to come back."
His words spit venom, the veins from his eyes are red from the alcohol he drank, but just then I realized that he really knows what I am doing.
'That's new.' I thought and then I stared at all of them.
'For the last time.' I thought again and so, I wrenched my hand from his with strength and walked out in the pouring rain.
I don't regret anything, I don't care at all, and I don't feel anything.
After all, they all lied to me.
So, without looking back, I walked while the rain soaked me to the bone, I walked until I arrived on the school grounds, until I was in the dorm, in the dorm's room, with him.
I put my backpack on the ground, beside the closet.
And then I looked at him for a second, while he is still in his chair, still with the same book he had before I left.
I know he knows, but I just don't care. And just like that, before he will take his glasses off and say something, I entered in the bathroom and took all of my clothes off, and then entered in the shower stall.
The cold water from the storm is now replaced by the warm water.
I don't deny that maybe I caught a cold or something, but I am not that weak.
I got out of the shower and stared in the bathroom's mirror that is somehow blurred by the seam that has formed from the shower I just took.
I cleaned it with a towel and I just looked at my own reflection in the mirror.
Years passed me by without my mind catching up with them.
I still feel like it's the first day of high school but it's not, and the evidence is right in front of my eyes.
I am taller than I was then, my hair grew a lot but just enough, and my body is more defined than it used to be.
Still skinny, still blond, still locked, but somehow, I can't help but compare myself with him.
I put a towel around my lower parts and got out of the bathroom.
I sat myself in bed and looked at him while he is still reading in his chair, at his desk.
I just stared at him and somehow, just this action, brings me memories.
Now, I have 16 years and then, I had 14.
Odd how just 2 years have passed, it feels like it has passed more.
It was in the third month of the first year, my first year in high school.
"Hurry up boys!"
The sport teacher announced to the noisy young students. Everybody has to change in the same place after all. No matter the fact that it's not big and all of them are boys.
I tried to change quickly and get over with it, but I felt like someone stares at me and just then, when no one was around anymore, just when I was about to finish and even thought that I was the last one left, I looked behind me and stared in black eyes.
He is unfazed by the fact that I just caught him staring.
But I am not unfazed by his actions at all. We are enemies, almost, or more like two competitive persons.
No matter what, someone must beat the other at something, anytime, or more, every single time.
But this is a game played just by two, known just by two, no words were spoken, but still, we know.
After having many breakdowns, I turn all of my anger on him.
And today, I have luck, just because of the fact that we are not playing with a ball, no matter what, it involves two teams, and even if we get in the same team, he is going down.
This boy is not perfect like everybody thinks of him and say he is, indeed, perfect.
He lies to everyone and I will prove it.
"Uchiha! Uzumachi! Come on!"
The teacher yelled for us and we both walked to the field.
Awoken from my memory I looked at him again.
'I felt competitive.' I thought, amused. He took his glasses off and stared at me with his black eyes while I just stood there, starring back.
It felt like I had something to think about, my life wasn't so empty, and still, something killed me inside, I wasn't supposed to have something to gain and that is why.
'I hated him.'
But back then…
"The game will be played in two teams…"
The teacher made the preparations and just as I wanted, we are in opposite teams.
'The game' it's pretty simple and pretty much invented by our respectable teacher.
Two teams, playing against each other, pushing themselves on the others and if someone falls then the both teams must put themselves on the ones that had fell, the thing is that the one that is at the top, usually wins, but not every time because if the one that is at the bottom it's from the other team, then it's draw.
Although, there could be many people who could fall at the start so it isn't like it will be just one person under everybody.
From my opinion, the game is pretty stupid but I am not the only one that thinks that, after all, from the first time, without me telling one single word about my opinion, even if that wouldn't have happened anyway, the rest of the class has thought the same.
There were no founds for the sport classes so that is why we can't play with a ball and this 'game' was invented and so, this explains why we play outside too, on the dirty ground.
It all starts from when the teacher blows in his blue whistle.
What surprised me in that day, in that hour, and in that game was that everybody attacked me.
It didn't took me long to realize that I was forced to fall on the ground and then pinned to the ground by someone who's identity was unknown until I opened my eyes.
Black hair on my right shoulder and a heavy breath, his body pressed against mine, I already knew.
'From his hair and from his smell.' I thought amused and then I continued to remember that moment.
I was annoyed when many students were above us and I knew that it will take long enough until the teacher will stop everything and I will be able to change my position.
But for the first time in my 14 years I was shocked, and everything stopped around me when he realized that I am under him and that he is in top of me.
We stared in each other's eyes while our breaths are heavy, the sound of screams and the ones that complained to the teacher were heard in the background from the other boys.
I wanted to feel nothing, but I felt everything.
From the ends of his black hairs on my shoulder to his breath, to his thumbs occasionally touched my sides, he tried to stay steady, and to don't crush me completely.
But it didn't take long until another student was on top of the pile, and I was crushed by no other boy, but Sasuke Uchiha.
Woken up and almost embarrassed because my thoughts while he looks at me confused, with his glasses in his hands and with tired eyes.
'I wanted to feel nothing but I've felt everything.' I thought and I came back to my memories while he opened his mouth to talk to me.
The pile moves because of the ones that now struggle above us. And we moved with them.
His smell and touch of his hair, hands and his whole body over me are simply intoxicating.
'I want them to stop and yet, not.' I thought, almost scared but completely annoyed by my own thoughts.
""She closed her eyes and put the gun at her head, and said:
"I am sorry."
"Maeko stop!"
They wanted to take her gun before but she pulled the trigger fast, staring in my eyes and the tears fell from her eyes.
She has whispered something with one second before she pulled the trigger but I couldn't understand.""
'I remember that the memory had absolutely no connection with what was happening in that moment. That woman, Maeko killed herself in front of me and I remembered that while I was under Sasuke and other students, I felt disgusted by everything while…' I thought while I smiled and opened my eyes, without even realizing that I had closed them and looked at Sasuke that in that very second had closed his mouth from saying any words and we just stared at each other as I closed my eyes again.
What I realized after remembering that was that someone else was above the pile, again, it crushed me more than it did before.
The teacher should have stopped this game until now.
'Takes too long.' I've thought loud in my head, but I said nothing outside, as always.
My will to stay under this whole pile was reduced to zero but just then, it all stopped.
There were many other piles around us and the teacher counts us and we have to stay still to find out who has won.
But in all that silence that has suddenly happened after everybody has stopped struggling and fighting with everybody for a spot on the ground or at the top.
'I feel something…between my legs…'
I've thought rather quietly while I've realized and I suddenly felt the urge to scream.
'It can't be…' I thought even more quietly than before.
As if he could hear my thoughts if I thought them louder.
So I moved a little so I can look at him because I've moved my head so I wouldn't have to look at him but I felt the need to tell him that I feel it, and I needed to tell it to stop and I did, with my eyes.
'This can't be happening to me…'
I looked into his eyes but after seconds, everybody got off of everybody, and the teacher said that Sasuke's team has won.
But the anger that I should have felt because I never felt competitive with anyone else but for him, it disappeared.
In fact, everything disappeared. I was shocked even after days that I couldn't remember about my promises in that moment; I couldn't think about anything, I just felt the same as if he was still on top of me.
Sasuke just went back to what he was doing at his desk before, and he just completely ignored me, as always, I looked at the ceiling while staying on my bed with my hands under my head.
'I remember I wanted to feel disgusted with myself, or to even make fun of him or something…or anything. But in the end, nothing happened. I was confused just in my mind, everything was happening just in me. Nothing got out and even if we stood in the same room in the dorm as we stay now. We didn't talk about it.
And after many days or even some weeks, I completely forgot about it as if that moment was erased and it was. Until today.'
I closed my eyes, tired to pretend that I was looking at the white ceiling and his voice has suddenly echoed in the room asking for my attention.
"What did you do?"
The subject was obvious. I just left home, if that house could be named home, after all, I never had a home before, so should that be...
I've thought twice about it, and I imagined those two irresponsible parents and the robotic child. That isn't how a family should be. I think…
"I left."
"Hm…"
Our conversations never have many words, and even less words when the subject it's a tough one like this one.
While years had passed, we became somehow close to friends, or if you could name our relationship like that.
We talk and that is something that I hate about myself for doing it, and now, we have a history.
'What annoys me the most is that he is the only one that I ever talked to, my promises have never been broken except of that incident and …maybe the fact that I've felt competitive and that maybe, just maybe…No.'
He rose up after he closed his book and walked to the switch and then looked at me and after seconds he spoke:
"Can I turn it off?"
I looked at him while wondering why was I thinking so much about him, about us and then a thought has spoke upper than the rest:
'Why am I thinking about him all day?'
"Yes. Goodnight." I responded and closed my eyes.
"Goodnight."
He said and the darkness has surrounded our room.
To be continued…
It took some time, I know, I am sorry. Hope everybody still reads it, and I know he is still somehow weak in his thoughts because he thinks about Sasuke all day and reminds everything but no. On the outside he is still the same, I hope you noticed this. Thank you for waiting patiently. Hope to receive your opinion and see you guys in the next chapter.