Hello again, everyone! Here comes another chapter! Um, there's a bit of implied "stuff" here, so…yeah. Nothing to push past the T rating, though!
His hands were cold.
Goosebumps rose on my bare arms. He held them tightly, too tightly. There would be bruises again. Not that he cared.
He hurt to feel.
But if he didn't care about my arms, he wouldn't care about any other part of me. He pressed each sensitive place until my body gave in, and then had his own fill.
Cigarette smoke curled around the bedposts.
I didn't want to go back like this, but I sure as hell didn't want to stay here. I wrapped myself in smoky blankets and tried to decide what to do.
Speckled burns on my shoulders.
Inebriated, my head spins and I try to forget. But he's still there. His fingers graze over my throat. He begs me to sing to him again.
Tears as I can't help but let the notes fall from my lips. He's touching me again.
I woke up with a tiny jolt. Tears were slipping past my ears and into my hair. I was looking into gold and quickly realized that my head was in Sandy's lap. I sat up quickly; my eyesight wavered and I put my hand to my head. Sandy grabbed my other hand and looked at me with such a baleful expression I felt more tears rise up.
He hesitantly reached for his notepad and wrote down a two-word question.
What happened?
"I…sorry," I sniffed. "It was nothing…really, nothing…"
That's not true. I know something is wrong.
"Just a nightmare," I rubbed at my eyes. "A nightmare, no real problem."
It's almost noon and you ran off at 7:45. Why'd you run out? I was worried about you.
"You don't have to-!"
I was cut off by what I supposed would be Sandy's version of a frustrated scream. He pulled me closer to him and glared fiercely into my eyes. There was no talking my way out of this, I could tell. He let go after a few seconds and wrote something down again.
I went looking for you until I had to go to class. Please don't lie to me and push me away. I want to HELP YOU.
"You were looking? For me?" this was the first time I'd seen Sandy so frustrated. He wrote again without hesitating.
I care about you, remember?
Does he really?
I failed to swallow the stubborn lump in my throat. Sandy caught my teary expression and reached up to my face. I didn't protest, so he pulled me down slightly. His big brown eyes were shining, his lower lip stuck out in a tiny pout. I felt so horrible; he was getting so hurt and frustrated because of me.
What was I supposed to do?
I know that's not enough though. Right?
What?
But I want to help you, if you'll let me. Please?
I was silent. But I let him bring my face down again, and this time, I helped close the distance between our lips.
Sandy went to his next class of the day, as did I. I sat in the very back as I always did, and though I tried to take my notes, my mind was elsewhere, still muddled from the day's events.
Evening came and I got a text from Sandy. When I opened it, I found the same cute, endearing charm that had been in his earliest messages to me, and it put a smile on my face for a moment.
Lets eat dinner 2gether I'm the sandwich shop! (\(^o^)/)
I quickly tapped out an agreement and walked down the campus' main promenade. Aside from the entrance to the main building, the library was here, along with the sandwich shop and a small café. I went into the shop and was hit with the scent of fresh breads. Sandy was leaning against the wall. He smiled brightly when I came in. I walked over to him and we got in line together.
It was an interesting exchange with the cashier. I knew Sandy had been here before so perhaps it wasn't as awkward as it could've been, but the worker still hesitated a moment when Sandy made a hand motion for the order number he wanted. I gave him my order as well, and a few minutes later we were on our way back to the dorm.
The sun was beginning to set. A late summer breeze swept over my face. I looked over at Sandy. His eyes were focused straight ahead. I looked back to the path before us, struggling for anything to say, but I didn't speak until we got to our room. I sank onto my bed, not feeling very hungry at all. Sandy put his food down and went for his notepad.
Pitch, can you show me that band you were talking about?
"Hm? You mean…Arctic Monkeys?"
Yeah. Can we play music while we eat?
"Well…sure, I guess."
Sandy led me to his computer. He'd pulled up YouTube, and I thought a moment before picking a song. It filled the room quickly, a distinct guitar melody with a steady drum beat.
Have you got color in your cheeks?
Do you ever get that fear that you can't shift
The type that sticks around like summat in your teeth?
Are there some aces up your sleeve?
Have you no idea that you're in deep?
I dreamt about you nearly every night this week
How many secrets can you keep?
I sat back down, opening my soda and taking a sip. Sandy was tilting his head slightly, listening to the lyrics and gazing steadily at me. I felt myself blush.
'Cause there's this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow
And I play it on repeat
Until I fall asleep
Spilling drinks on my settee
Do I wanna know
If this feeling flows both ways?
Sad to see you go
Was sort of hoping that you'd stay
Baby we both know
That nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day
Crawling back to you
Ever thought of calling when you've had a few?
'Cause I always do
Maybe I'm too
Busy being lost to fall for somebody new
Now I've thought it through
Crawling back to you
Sandy seemed to like the song. He was visibly relaxed, munching lazily at his food and lounging on his bed. I sighed, finally opening my bag to eat.
It is finished for today! This is NOT my song, nor are those the full lyrics to the song. But, we may see more lyrics in the future. In the meantime, please leave your thoughts in a review while I go and vanquish the horrible tiny spider I just saw in my room!