Chapter 6: PPG

I was walking through the halls of my school when I ran into a boy. I was startled to look up and see a person I wasn't expecting to see. I felt my heart jump in fear as I saw him.

"What's up Zac? How's life without me?" I asked sharply as I stared into my ex boyfriend's dark black eyes.

I was amazed as to how much different he looked. He used to have long black hair that was always in a ponytail and he had an evil sneer always on his face. He now had buzzed hair and a huge smile on his face as he saw me. I tried to hide my grimace as the painful memories washed up and through my head. I had tried so very hard to suppress the awful memories of him. He seemed to notice and looked down guiltily at his feet which were rocking back and forth. After a minute of awkward silence passed between us, he finally spoke out.

"Well, ever since you dumped me back in eight grade, I changed my look to appeal more to girls. I actually have a girlfriend now. She adores me way more than you ever will and my strategies have changed." he said while pointing out the word strategies more.

He didn't need to though since I knew that the word strategies was implying something other than math problems. I grimaced and cussed under my breath at the word.

"Well, I feel awful for her since she has to put up with you and your ugly attitude! They are two totally different things since you hide under your hot new look." I muttered.

"So you think I'm hot now?" he asked while evilly grinning.

"Yeah, well hotter. I can't believe I even liked you. You used to look like a pig, now I would consider you a donkey or in other words, an a double s, or in other words an..." I screamed.

"You're the nerd, be smart. Don't make me angry." he hushed quietly while pushing me hard against the locker with fists.

I screamed and yelled, but he covered my mouth. I blinked back my tears as he raised his hand to slap my face. I felt a mountain of pain hit my cheek. I couldn't watch myself get attacked again, so I braced myself for another hit, but I didn't feel anything besides the throbbing pain coming from my cheek where he hit me. I opened my eyes after a moment and I found myself staring at Brick looking into me eyes after he punched Zac right in the face with his huge manly hands. He swung him into the lockers and kicked him hard in the stomach. Zac gripped his abdomen and fell forward with blood coming out everywhere. I was so still and shaken at the Brick I had never seen before, afraid that he would turn on me too, but his harsh eyes softened and picked me up into his muscular arms. He carried me outside and buckled me into the front seat. After we drove a few minutes, we got back to his house. I didn't even bother go home anymore since my parents filed a divorce and I had a boyfriend who just saved my life again.

He tenderly rested my head on a pillow which was still numb from the force of Zac pressing me hard into the locker. I couldn't get the images out of my head. I was still afraid despite being in Brick's arms. I was so relieved he was there. Brick was sitting with my waist in his lap while my head rested on the pillow he was leaning on. I wound my fingers through his hair as I placed kissed along his cheek. He didn't move his eyes from my bump on my head and the huge cut across my cheek where I was slapped. It still throbbed but felt better than before since he iced it. I was worried about him, he hadn't said a word since we got home. He just watched my with his wary red eyes. After a moment of silence, he closed his eyes and moved his lips.

"How did you know him?" he whispered.

"He is my ex boyfriend." I replied with a hint of hurt in my voice. He deserved to know the truth.

"He was an awful boyfriend and is an even worse ex." I said.

His eyes widened and gripped my hair tightly as I saw his beautiful face harden to stone with worry. I had to tell him, but he probably already knew.

"He molested and abused me ever since I was in sixth grade. After eight grade, he transferred to another school since his parents got new jobs. I was so happy when he left, but I guess he came back." I finally said.

I watched with tears in my eyes as his face turned to shock and horror. He didn't speak, so I continued.

"He would hit me, starve me, and tried to rape me on several occasions. He never succeeded because I always kicked him in the gut. I wanted to lose my virginity to someone who I really loved." I added afraid of his reaction.

His face had begun to turn red and. I swear I saw a single tear fall down his cheek. I felt my own tears fall and stain my cheeks. They stung my open cut, but I didn't care.

"Why did you never leave Blossom? Why didn't you tell anyone? You could've told me." he demanded with sadness ringing in his voice.

"Nobody knew and if they did, I would never be treated the same. I wanted to be normal, but being molested since I was 12 by another 12 year old isn't normal. If I told you, you would tell your brothers and sister, who would tell your parents, who would tell my parents, who would charge him with rape and stuff, then I would never be treated the same." I explained.

I saw his eyes harden and he turned his head away from me.

"I have liked you ever since we met when we were 5. You have always been smart, selfless, and brave. That's why I know everything about you that Robin knows. I have always longed to kiss you and be your everything, but I thought you didn't like me. If you told me and told me it was a secret, it would have remained a secret." he said with a small smirk, but his eyes still serious.

"I only avoided you because I thought you hated me for always being at the house and being so close to your family. It made me wonder why you never seemed to fail with getting my favorite ice cream or favorite colored pencils for my birthday. Those little gifts were hints, it seems, to let me know that you liked me. Is that true?" I asked hopeful for a positive answer.

He chuckled under his deep voice and sighed.

"I was hoping you would catch on, but despite how smart you are, you never did." he said.

"I am not a genius, I'm only human." I said in my defense which made him laugh.

"Really? I thought you were a goddess since you are so beautiful. I thought you were Athena the Goddess of Wisdom." he said.

"Are you implying that I'm smart?" I asked with curiosity in my voice.

"Oh, pretty and smart. I love my angel. I still can't believe you are really mine to love." he said in his masculine voice.

I knew we were meant to be with each other, it seemed so natural and he knew me practically my whole life. As we continued to stare into each other's eyes, we both slowly closed our eyes and I rested my head on his cool chest. My breathing slowed and I felt myself drift away into his soul.