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Chapter 23
Kagome's P.O.V.
What have I done?
That thought keeps repeating itself in my head all day, everyday. I miss him so much and just hearing his name, imagining my fingers run through his silky white hair, dreaming of his pink full lips sends jolts of pain through me because I know he's not mine.
After Dad's death I forgot what it was like to really miss someone and feel what it was like to not be able to hold them in your arms anymore because you know they are gone.
I forgot what it was like to miss someone so terribly that an ache in your stomach appeared that you couldn't seem to rid of until you were with them again. You only felt yourself and alive when you were with them. Of course you were living without them but really alive.
I've got to do something about this. I can't just go up to him and ask to get back together, obviously. He already rejected me. Well, I rejected him but this time I know he won't want to get back together as quick as the snap of my fingers. What should I do, is the question.
I've got it.
I have to make him jealous. I've got to make him want me. It's the only way.
"Kagome!" Mum shouts, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah?" I shout back, brushing my hair while looking at the mirror.
"Max is here also I'm just going to the supermarket!"
"Okay, send him up and please get me some new deodorant!" I finish off brushing my hair and set it down on my dresser. Max bursts into the room, flaming hair pushed back from the wind created, and then shuts the door.
"Whoah, what's got you so excited?" I ask amused. He strides over to me and holds me in a bone-crushing hug.
"I wanted to see my favourite girl, why? Is that wrong?" He asks, faking hurt and letting me go. I shake my head drastically.
"Of course not! You just are not usually this excited to see me…." I trail off, looking down at my red toenails. Max's hand softly grabs my chin and pulls it up so I'm looking directly into his mesmerizing emerald, green eyes. He licks his full, pink lips before speaking.
"I haven't seen you in a while," He starts quietly, and I realise exactly how close we are. If I moved forward an inch our lips would touch, "I missed you." And with that he closes the space between us and kisses me gently. He lets go of my chin and moves it to my waist wrapping me tightly to him. My arms snake up to his neck, pressing my mouth harder against his. He backs me up onto my bed hovering above me. Slowly, his hands slip down to my blue jeans hooking his thumbs inside. I hope this isn't going where I think this is going. His gentle kissing turns into a lustful, forceful and wanting kiss. Oh god, no. I'm not ready. No. I don't want this. It has to be with someone special. Someone I want to be with for the rest of my life. I can't just throw away my innocence so carelessly. Max unbuttons my jeans and tugs down the zipper. It's definitely going where I think it's going. Max starts to pull down my jeans. When it reaches mid-thigh I break from the kiss knowing I have to stop this before it gets any further.
"Max," I say in a warning tone, "Max, I don't want do this." He opens his eyes at my words. His green eyes are a darker shade than normal.
"Please." He almost begs. His hands slide my pants down even further so they're at my knees now.
"No," I say firmly, "I'm not ready. Let me go!" I push at his chest, which is almost on mine but he stays firmly put. When I realise he isn't going anywhere panic starts to bubble up inside of me.
"I've been waiting months for you to be ready, it's happening now whether you like it or not." He snarls at me. Roughly he tugs down my jeans to my ankles then slips them off and chucks them to the floor.
"No! Mum! Help me!" I scream at the top of my lungs and sit up on the bed. Slowly Max approaches me on his hands and knees with a look I don't recognise.
"Your mother isn't here, no-one is going to save you." Max says coldly. I scramble off the bed collapsing on the floor but pick myself up quickly.
"NO! GET BACK HERE!" He bellows, getting off the bed. I grab my jeans and try to run out of the room but Max wraps his arms around my waist pulling me to his chest that thankfully is covered by a t-shirt. I thrash around in his arms but he carries me to the bed again.
"Stop! This isn't you! Please, please, just I don't want this," I start to sob and shake in his arms. A surge of anger runs through my veins as I realise I can't just stand their crying when that would do nothing.
"YOU BASTARD!" I scream and kick him where it hurts most. Max groans in pain and drops to floor while holding his… area. I run out of my room and put on my jeans. The tears start flowing when I realise that I almost got raped. I walk rather quickly down the stairs and out the front door. When I'm outside I run to the steps and that's when the the cold hits me but I would rather be out here than inside so I wrap my arms around myself and carry on walking down the steps. Once I get off our property I walk down to the nearest coffee shop knowing I need some caffeine to keep me going.
I push open the glass door and walk up to the counter to order myself a cappuccino. After I get my coffee I sit myself down in one of the booths. I take a sip of my drink and have a look around the lone coffee shop. White hair catches my eyes so I lean in closer to the booth opposite me. Nope, I'm not seeing anything that is definitely Allen. Allen cuddling up to a brunette haired girl.