As i'm making my way up the walkway to my door I hear the sound of laughter. Something I haven't heard in this neighborhood in a long time. I don't understand why.
Is the neighborhood not deserving of laughter? Is everyone just dull? Or does everyone have a life like mine? Even though my life is almost completely terrible, I still find a time and reason to laugh.
So wondering what the commotion is, I glance to my left, looking for the source of laughter. I inhale deeply, seeing the boy from school today. Rodrigo I believe was his name, and what looks to be a girl around the age of 11 maybe.
I just can't believe he tried to talk to me and actually have a conversation. It's basically social suicide. One way ticket to LoserVille, also known as MeVille. He looks up from chasing the little girl and sees me. Smiling a little wider, he starts jogging in this direction.
What do I do?
I have a clear quick shot to my front door, but he's probably faster than me. So I take the easy way. I stand still, waiting for him to arrive.
He finally makes it over, smiling with sweat dripping down the sides of his face, slowly down his neck, then his shirt absorbs the salty liquid.
He gently wraps his arms around my body, while I scrunch my nose at the aroma coming off of his body, slight jumping so he doesn't put pressure on the bruises. I keep my arms by my sides, accepting the fact that he is touching me. He drops his arms to his sides and just looks at me for a second before speaking.
"Looks like we'll be seeing a lot of each other from now on." He says, still slightly trying to catch his breath from the exertion. I simply just nod my head in agreement, then realize that it's not a good thing. He'll get hurt and bullied. He will end up like me.
"You do understand i'm not good for you, right?" I ask, my eyes studying his face for any emotion. Emotions of confusion, sadness, even anger, but all I see is his calm persona. As if nothing could possibly phase him. Trying to use my eyes to look into his mind and soul to understand why he approached me, why he even thinks of me, or tries to speak with me, even after all the warnings i've given about me not being good for him. He still continues to try. But why?
"I completely understand. But it's worth it. You seem like a nice person." He replies pulling his shirt over his head. Tossing it in the direction of his house, I manage keeping eye contact with him even though there is a perfectly sculpted body right in front of me. With skin complexion that not just anyone can have. Its a deep tan, but so bright and light to the eye.
"Well, it may seem that way, but you can't just ruin your reputation your first week. Everyone will make fun of you and hurt you. I don't want that to happen to anyone else so I take it for everybody." I say smoothly. Feeling my throat tighten and my eyes sting. Cause the thought of me protecting everyone else from pain is causing more pain to be inflicted on me. My emotions get the best of me and tears slowly gather on my bottom eyelashes. Dripping from them to my cheek. From my cheek to his shoulder. He embraced me tightly slowly rubbing my back attempting to soothe me. I really don't know how to react to this. Nobody ever shows this kind of affection towards me. I've received only pain since my mother crossed the threshold and took her life.
"That's the thing Kai! You shouldn't have to take it for everybody. You're human too. You deserve happiness just like everyone else. Please, just give me a chance." He finishes, looking into my brown eyes, but of course they're hidden because of contacts. His eyes tell me his heart is sincere and that this isn't some sick joke. I want to trust him. I want to be his acquaintance or ese or friend or however they say it. I want to believe what he's saying since there was never a thing I could believe in before. For once, I will do this. If it fails, I solemnly swear, I will never in my life trust another human being.
"If you get hurt because of me, we will stop." I whisper looking down at my feet. I expected him to say a simple 'ok' or just a 'Thank you for giving me a chance.' But once I feel his presence leave my side, I got something way different. Looking up he is doing a cartwheel. His level of excitement is quite entertaining. Once he finishes, he begins walking back towards me with a big smile on his face.
"Thank you! I promise, with me, you will have fun, be happy, smile, laugh, and never be hurt. I will protect you and stay by your side." He says, resting his hands on my shoulders. I just nod. I really don't want to go home yet, so i'll try to delay as much as possible. Even though i've only known him for a few minutes all in all, he could possibly, just possibly, be my way out of hell.
"Do you mind if um...Well you see.." I stammer out helplessly as he looks at me waiting for me to finish.
"What is it?" He asks looking at me with his eyebrow raised. My eyes widen.
"Nothing! Nevermind!" I reply. Since obviously what I was about to ask was unimportant and not logical. Not logical whatsoever.
"I'll see you later!" I blurt really fast and spin on my heel, walking in the direction of my house. I hear him say something behind me.
"I'll drive you to school tomorrow, make sure you're ready!" He yelled with so much enthusiasm. When i'm positive that i'm out of sight, I look down to my feet and smile. Something I don't do very often. I finally have a reason. I finally have a friend. He's going to help me, I can already tell. I walk through the door and make my way towards the stairs and to my room. When I open my door my worst nightmare is waiting. On my bed my father is sitting and his friend Jacob is sitting at my desk. Jacob stands up and walks over to me and rests his hands on my waist. He smirks down out me while my father walks behind me and shuts the door. I already know what's going to happen as soon Jacob starts leading me to the bed. A tear slowly rolls down my cheeks as my dad removes my school things from my hands and Jacob rips my corset from the back and slides it off of my body, staring at me with greed. Fear courses through my body and my father sits at my desk watching as his friend does this to me. I want to scream and yell and tell them to leave me alone, but I know what's good for me. I have to just let it happen.
Even though I knew, I still had the slight hope that someone would save me.
That Rodrigo would help me.
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