1 December 2012

•Chapter 11 - Getting Used To It• •Ammi• So, yes, Kai did try to kill me, but he's trying to change. If I keep rejecting him, does that mean he won't want to change? I mean, he's in a fairly difficult place right now. He's given up the violence, but I guess if I give him no attention, I know he'll get bored, and go back to it. My mind was literally whirring with emotions and thoughts, so many that I thought maybe they'd just come spilling out, unstoppably flowing everywhere, like a flood. I ran my hands through strands of violet coloured hair, taking in and letting out a deep breath, before falling back onto my duvet. I snuggled down into the comforting warmth, the familiar smell of Nolan and home mixed together. I could fall asleep right here, and happily never wake up. It would be so much simpler. There were three soft knocks at my bedroom door. Just that itself surprised me. Kai didn't knock. Ever. He'd just walk straight into my room, not caring about my privacy. "It's me" he called gently, still not venturing inside without my permission. "Come in" I told him. He appeared in the doorway, and took a few feeble steps into my bedroom, shuffling around as he shut the door behind him. Nolan jumped from my bed, meeting his owner at the feet with a yip and nuzzle of Kai's leg. "I was just wondering if you were going to school today" he said, awkwardly clearing his throat. I still don't think he was over what happened yesterday, when I snapped at him. I didn't want to go to school. There would be so many questions. I've got bruises on my leg, and face, the pre-wounds of when Kai had killed me. They'd know. For sure. And once people knew, Lord Death would find out. He'd definitely want to know what had happened. I stared down at my fleecy leggings, shaking my head unnoticeably. "Why not?" He asked softly, stepping up beside my bed. "Because... I don't want you getting into trouble. People are going to see me, Kai. They're not gonna just glance. I look like I've been run over" I explained, a pathetic look on my face. Kai seemed to take this in slowly. His eyes targeted the bruises and cuts on my body, all of which he had inflicted upon me. He let out a sigh, and fell down onto the edge of the bed. He buried his face in his hands, and put his elbows on his knees. And he just sat there. Breathing. I didn't know what to do for the best. Leave him alone? Ask him if he was okay? Poke him to check he's still alive? I was shocked to find myself giving him an awkward hug. My arms were around his broad shoulders, clinging to his muscular frame. It felt incredibly odd. But... Kind of good too... Kai slowly lifted his head out of his hands to look at me in shock. He stared down at my arms around him, then up at my eyes to practically beg for permission. I gave the briefest of agreeing smiles. Kai turned his body to face me, his arms wrapping around my waist. We slowly merged together, finding the correct, least awkward position to hug. Kai's breathing was heavy and urgent, his arms tightening around me. The strength of his arms pulled me across the bed until our legs and upper-bodies were pressed tightly together. Whereas I used to find his smell intimidating, I was becoming to find it... Warming... Relaxing. I forgot who I was hugging. I just hugged. I needed to. So did he. This was progress. Like I was saying, if he's bored, he'll go back to violence. If I keep him satisfied, you never know, he might stay like this. For good. There came a point in the hug where I felt a little intruded on. It was a little too much, a little too soon. I tried to pull back, but Kai was so strong, and he didn't want to pull away. "Um, Kai?". "Sorry" he apologised, realising what he'd done. He let me go reluctantly, arms returning to his side. "That's ok. I'm just... Getting used to it" I smiled softly. Kai nodded, looking a little deflated. He never had had much patience to begin with. "What do you say we put on a movie. You can make me soup too" I grinned, nudging him with my elbow. He chuckled, quite sexily, and stood from the bed. "Sounds good" he grinned. Oh no. Another moment. The moment where it feels like he should give me some kind of affectionate 'be right back' sign. Squeeze my hand. Kiss my cheek. Something. He looked as if he knew he'd be shot down. Ugh. I wish he'd just try. You never know. I might be able to cope. I feebly reached out, and barely even took his hand, just his fingers, and gave him a gentle tug. He stepped in front of me, and I pulled him gently down to my level, offering my cheek to him with a pained smile. He seemed grateful that I was trying. I guess, if he was, then I could too. He pressed the briefest, gentlest kiss to my cheek, before backing away. I expected to wince. Maybe shiver at the feeling. I'd be lying if I said I was surprised to enjoy it.

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