7 December 2012
OMG! Didn't realise it was so long! Haha!
•Chapter 15 - Do I Have To Make You?• •Kai I moped around the school hallways with a frown planted firmly on my face. Why did I have to be the good person and go to school. I could be at home right now, with Ammi. I've already done two tests today, both I'm sure I've failed epically. I wondered how I was going to survive another four hours of this torture. I could go and see Ammi for a little while. I'm going to spend the whole of Lunch at home with her, definitely. I was smiling at the thought, when a familiar face passed by me. I did a double take, and watched the guy go down the hallway, furiously texting on his phone with a grin on his face. Rage fired up in the pit of my stomach. It was the same perfectly spiked dark brown hair, eyes deep and mesmerising. The same smile of pearly white teeth and small yet muscular frame. It was the boy Ammi kissed. Before I had time to consider my actions, I was behind him, grabbing onto his rucksack and slamming him up against the nearest locker. People gasped, their attention captured by the loud noise and protest of the boy. "What the fuck are you doing dude, get off me" he told me disgustedly, shoving at my shoulders. I went back only a step. That was enough for me to make my evaluation: I was much stronger than him. I threw him back up against the metal again, this time with more force. I pinned him there as I spat in his face. "You kissed her". "What?" He asked, confused. He didn't struggle as I pulled him away and then slammed him on the locker again. "Ammi! Ammi Lockheart! You kissed her!" I shouted, waiting to hear his excuse so I could punch his face in. "Yeah, I did. I'm texting her too" he smirked at me, pulling his phone out of his pocket and gladly handing it to me. I let him go to take the phone. He stood and waited as I read the messages over. I didn't bother scrolling all the way to the beginning of the conversation, everything I needed to read was right there.
Ammi093: Aww that's so sweet! I like u too. think ur really hottt!!! xxxxxxxx JakeW02: I think ur amazin babe, and an awesome kisser ;) xxxxxxxxx Ammi093: Ur the best I've ever kissed! No joke ;D xxxxxxx
She had literally sent that a minute ago. The time sent was right there in front of me, date too. Suddenly, this guy was no longer a random that had kissed my girl. He was a threat to me. I didn't like threats very much. I took his phone, and slammed it against the wall as people watched on wide-eyed. It was crushed into little pieces, scattered on the floor beneath us. The look on his face was pure outrage. I didn't care. Huh, pretty boy. It wouldn't look that pretty for much longer anyway. I pulled back my right hand, balled it into a fist, and slammed it into his jaw. He went stumbling back into the nearest locker, clutching his face before recovering and running at me. I braced myself as he tackled me to the ground, punching me multiple times in the eye. I rolled with the hits, trying to find a way of turning his attacks around. As his fist came forward for another punch, I grabbed it with my hand, putting him off his continuous winning streak and concentration. I rolled over so I was now in control, ruining his nose, eye, chin and jaw with constant right hooks. I hadn't done this in so long. It felt amazing to just let everything out. All my anger, all my frustrations. They had all disappeared in a matter of seconds in the violence. I was loving every second of seeing his pain, and I couldn't stop. Even when he'd definitely had enough for what he'd done, I still stood and kicked him in the ribs over and over, waiting patiently to hear the familiar, comforting sound of cracking bone. He rolled around on the floor in pain, asking me over and over to stop. I didn't stop until the teachers dragged me away from his broken body. Even when I was sat in Lord Death's room, ready to take my punishment, I had a grin forever tattooed on my face.
•Ammi• Kai came home at the end of the day. He hadn't come to see me at lunch or break, like he said he would. It sort of hurt, actually. For a moment I thought maybe he cared. He walked into my room with the biggest, happiest smile on his face. He sauntered over to the bed, falling down beside me in glee. "Hey Ammi". That's when I knew something was wrong. His voice. It wasn't Kai. Not at all. It dripped with faking and lies. My heart began to beat a million times a minute, and there was no point hiding the fear in my eyes. I looked down at Kai's hands, his knuckles covered in dried blood. He took my chin in one dirty hand and brought my face close to his, as forceful as he used to be. "what you been doin' today? Hm?" He murmured, the words he spoke whispering menace and deceit. My face creased up as I began to cry, waiting for the pain. I shook my head at him, silently begging for him not to start it again. "You gonna tell me, or do I have to make you?". This time there was no masquerade over his voice. He spat them at me, his breath crawling over my skin, making me shiver. "K-Kai, I" I began, but didn't have to ability to finish. He'd already pushed my head back and my entire body, throwing me across the bed in a loud fit of rage. He was beside me in moments, screaming words too hurtful to repeat. He grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me violently, yelling and shouting as his hand smashed over my face. I cried my eyes out for him to stop. "Kai pleas-". Every time I went to speak, he'd hit me again, each time harder and harder. I struggled in his grasp as he pinned me down, getting a single chance to have him off me. I took the chance and kicked him in the shin with my heel as hard as I could, making him groan in pain and clutch the wounded area. I flew from the bed, my leg slowing me down as I limped away from him, tears of pain streaming down my cheeks. "Get back here you little skank!" He spat, climbing off the bed. It was like one of those nightmares you think are real. When someone is chasing you and you can't cry for help. It's that type of fear. It's like being in a real life horror movie. You pray so hard that he won't catch you, but in the end, he always does. He grabbed my arms from behind and slammed me against the wall by the door, pressing me there in preparation for a deathly painful hit. I squeezed my eyes shut and cried quietly, waiting for it to come. I waited ages. A few minutes maximum. At first i thought maybe he was doing it to prolong the suspense. But it never came. Ever. I carefully opened my eyes, scared that maybe that was what he was waiting for. Kai stood in front of me, head bowed as he pinned me to the wall, sniffling with uneven breathing. I watched in awe as a tear rolled down his cheek. I didn't realise I was just watching him cry. It was fascinating to me. He looked so broken, more so than me. It occurred to me that maybe I should say something. "Kai..." I began, scared to move in case maybe he was still angry with me. He fell against me, his entire body weight pressing me to the wall as he tipped his head back and made a groaning noise. Still unsure of what to do, I stayed frozen in place. My cheek was burning, and Kai's grip on my arms was cutting off my blood supply. Saying anything else felt totally irrelevant. His head fell down until his forehead was touching my chest, his breath fanning over my skin making me shiver. I let him stay like that as I was rigid against the door frame. Moving seemed wrong. It was as if he would literally break with any movement other than his own. He stepped back suddenly, turning away from me to run his fingers stressfully through the messy spikes of his dirt blonde hair. In a blur of movement, he had turned back around and his fist was moving 100 miles an hour towards my face. I shut my eyes and flinched as I heard the snap and crack of wood. I opened my eyes, confused that there was no pain. Kai's eyes stared deep into mine, teary and lost amongst many other emotions of pain and depression. I looked to my left, and saw his hand embedded into the wooden boarded walls of my bedroom. He slowly pulled his hand out of the newly created hole. He was scratched, scraped as splintered, blood running down his hand in droplets from different flesh cuts. I gasped and took his wrist, staring down at the sharp shard-like pieces of wood in his hand. I looked back at him, my initial thought being: he needs a hospital. But when I took it into deeper consideration, I realised, all he needed right now, was exactly what he always wanted when he did these things. My love. My forgiveness. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tucked myself tight to his chest. It took him a few moments to realise what I was doing. Usually I'd either be running, crying, or dead. This time was different. I was hugging him. A hug full of warmth and compassion and understanding. Exactly what Kai needed, and wanted so badly. It was good to have what he wanted sometimes. He put his hands on my waist, and buried his head deep in my shoulder. I got lost in the scent of his aftershave mixed with his natural musky scent. I didn't know why, but there was the smallest part of me that still trusted him.
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