•Soul Eater•

•Chapter 7 - I Love That Sound•
•Ammi•

Kai's arm was rigidly locked around me, keeping me tight to his warm, bare chest. I laid awake, waiting patiently for Kai to rise and let me out of his vice-like grip.
He'd made me sleep in his bed with him last night. He had literally forced me; pushed me down and towered above me, eyes blazing with deep fire, making me me stay where I was.
I was too scared to go to sleep after that.
In case he... Did things...
I'd had about an hour's sleep, max.
Kai stirred beside me, the messy ruffles off his hair sticking out in every direction and angle. His arm tightened further around me, ensuring I was still glued regretfully to his side. He groaned, and smoothed his hand from top to bottom of my abdomen, the warmth of his fingers making me shiver.
I couldn't bare to lay beside him another minute. I pushed myself up with force, breaking his grip on my body and sliding casually out of the bed.
"Where are you going?".
"We have school" I replied, frozen in place.
I prayed to God for the first time ever to go to school. It was all I wanted. I needed to be in public, where everyone could see me, and notice if Kai... Did anything.
I knew that if he made me stay in the house, all he'd do is make my life a living hell.
I needed school.
"Oh yeah. Haha, I almost forgot" Kai chuckled, and clambered out of bed behind me. I let out a relieving breath I didn't realise I had been holding in, my muscles relaxing to a normal position once more.
Kai came up behind me and placed his hands on my hips, and lips on my neck, giving me a quick, hard squeeze to make me gasp. It seemed to satisfy him. He pulled back chuckling gently, and whispered in my ear:
"I love that sound"
Before walking by and laying a rough kiss on my lips. I flinched, and he laughed again, before walking out of the room to get ready.
Meanwhile, I just felt like crying and begging all over again.

I carried my books tightly to my chest, clinging onto the hardback covers as if they were dear life itself.
In a way, I felt better. But in a way, I just felt worse. Walking around the school with the deepest, darkest secret that haunted me to my core: My Weapon overpowers me.
Round here, you can't get any more pathetic than that. The last student that had this problem was bullied in every way, shape and form.
Everything the surrounding students say is being morphed into Kai's threatening words, and his dark, menacing tone.
I can't think straight, because he is all I think about.
"Um, excuse me?".
I snapped back to reality.
A boy stood before me, his facial features a total blur in my messed up brain.
"Are you okay?" He asked again.
I took in a deep breath, my heart rate slowly descending to an average speed. He became more focused and precise, and I could analyse his face.
He had deep brown eyes, matching his hair colour, perfectly formed spikes, unlike Kai, who preferred the more messy, unruly approach.
His question registered on my radar, and I immediately threw my guards up.
"Why wouldn't I be okay?" I asked defensively, my fingers going numb from my grip on the books.
"We bumped into each other... You sounded like you were crying" he told me kindly, his lips curled into a gentle smile.
"Well I wasn't" I shot back, a little rudely.
I suddenly felt bad for being so dismissive to the kind stranger, and winced at my actions.
He seemed to understand, and nodded softly.
"Sorry..." I mumbled.
"Why are you sorry? I walked into you" he laughed, a broad smile exposing pearly white teeth.
And suddenly I was light-headed.
My knees were weak, but I'd embarrassed myself enough for one day.
"I don't know... I'm just... Sorry" I stuttered again, beginning to blush at my own stupidity.
"You apologise a lot, huh?" He laughed softly, sensing something was wrong.
"Yeah... I guess I do...".
I held my tongue.
I could so easily of blurted out everything right there and then.
I wanted to cry out to the gorgeous stranger:
"I know I apologise too much, but it's because my weapon always says I do everything wrong. He manipulates me and abuses me, hits me and forces me to do plenty of things I'd rather not do, and he enjoys every second because he's sadistic, and sick-minded in every way".
But I didn't.
I kept my mouth firmly shut.
"You wanna get some lunch with me?" He asked.
I swallowed and let out a sigh of relief. Thank god he changed the subject.
And for the first time in weeks, months maybe, I actually smiled.
"Yes. Yes, I would love to get some lunch with you".