Outcast
9. Wake up in the middle of the night scaring the thought of kissing razors
Vic froze under my touch and I felt him start to shake lightly. I gripped the top of his arms in an attempt to calm him down, and it seemed to work, until the guy that had talked did again. I noticed he was with two other guys.
"What, freak? You gone deaf too?"
That did the trick because Vic shot up from out position on the grass and threw himself at the tall guy talking. I scrambled clumsily to my feet just in time to see him looking ragefully at the boy. "What the fuck do you want, Oliver?"
"Just to pay a visit to little Mikey's old bro. Is that wrong?" The taller boy snickered. Vic tensed and the next second, Vic was pouncing at the Oliver guy. He kept throwing punches at the british boy's face as I stared in shock.
Suddenly, I felt an arm around my waist, crushing my ribs, and something cold and sharp pressed against my neck. "Stop this second Fuentes, or I swear I slit her fucking throat open." My eyes opened wide, in surprise, not in fear, because I wasn't really scared of dying anyway. Vic, however, shot up and stopped what he was doing that right second and scrambled to his feet, fear and rage mixed in his eyes.
"No, Beau! Please, don't hurt her!" He exclaimed, raising his hands trying to get the guy, apparently called Beau, to release me. The man pressed the knife harder against the skin of my neck and I felt a trickle of blood go down it. I knew I should be terrified, judging by Vic's horrified face, but I wasn't at all. If that guy killed me right then and there, the world would have another problem off it's already too-burdened shouldered; I had nothing and no one to live for.
Out of the blue, Oliver was standing up again and threw a blow at Vic's stomach and, the next second, the poor boy was doubling over in pain, but the other kept punching and kicking him more times than I could count.
"That's more like it." Oliver snickered evily and motioned for the guy to release me. I inmediately rushed to Vic's side and helped him sit up as he glared at the tall boy. "Just like your brother, you never square up to anyone, and when you do, it's never of much use. Waste of space, you are."
"Fuck off, wanker!" I shouted at him, startling all of the people around us and myself. I half expected him to get furious and hit me too, but he just laughed and leaned down so he was eye-levelled with me.
"Only to you, honey." He winked, and the next minute, the three of them were walking away from us, down the park without a care in life.
A second after, Vic's warm hands are cupping my cheeks and his eyes search mine, trying to lock gazes with me, but I keep staring at the ground in shame. "I'm sorry, Thalia. They almost killed you because of me. Those fuckers took it too far this time, they went too far. I'm sorry..." Vic whispered, his fingers ghosting over the injure they boy had made on my neck.
"It's nothing, really. They could've done better, really..." I muttered the last part, mostly to myself. I saw Vic's eyes grow wide in surprise and then, his gaze turned into one of realisation once he understood what I really meant, although I didn't mean for him to hear it. He pulled me into his chest and wrapped his strong arms around my frame, hugging me close and gently rocking back and forth.
"Don't ever talk like that, love. Please don't, because I don't know what I'd do if you did something stupid..."
-
A good half an hour later, I found myself sitting on my new flat's couch with Vic, an ice-pack pressed against his battered ribs. I had insisted he should go to the hospital, but he refused every time, so I used some of the knowledge I got from the beatings I received at school and decided ice was his best option.
"We'll have to do something about that cut too, Thal." Vic said softly, pointing at the wound on my neck. I had dried blood around it, but it was perfectly fine a part from that. "I'll get some peroxide from the bathroom. Don't worry, I already know where it is." He winked. I smiled at him as he limped away, but suddenly, I remembered I had left the little box with all my razors on top of the sink. I rushed behind Vic, trying to stop him from going inside, but he did and, obviously, saw them just laying there. He picked the small wooden box up with shaky hands and turned to look at me, but I didn't get to see his expression because I was already running to my room. I slammed the door shut behind me and slumped on my bed as I felt the waterworks starting. Just fucking great! The first person that had ever seemed to care about me now would think I'm a freak.
Hot sorrowful tears are running down my face, that was hidden behind my hands, when I heard the door opening and closing and, soon, the bed dipping under new weight; I didn't dare look up, though.
The weight shifted and I felt a warm body behind mine so I was sitting between Vic's legs. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to his chest.
"Don't cry, love. You'll get through this, I'll help you. Darlin', you'll be okay..." Vic kept whispering little comforting sweetnesses in my ear as he gently rubbed my arms over my sweater. I could feel more tears falling and sobs attacked my already wrecked body. Vic just hugged me even closer and rocked forward and backward comfortingly. "Why are you crying, dear? Everything is fine, nothing has changed."
"E-everything h-has changed." I argued between sobs, looking at him for the first time. His eyes were deep with a sadness I could only compare with the one I had been experiencing for the past 3 years. "Now you'll think I'm a freak, and y-you probably w-won't want a-anything t-to d-do w-with me..."
As soon as I said that, Vic was shaking his head and a dark chuckle escaped his lips which were normally stretched onto a smile. He rolled up his sleeves up to his elbows and turned his hands so the palms were facing the ceiling. Then, I saw hundreds of white faded horizontal scars and two big vertical ones. THey were faded too, but they'd been deep... too deep. I knew what that meant.
I caressed them gently and looked up to Vic with teary eyes and a silent question I wasn't ready to either ask or answer. "I tried to kill myself when my brother Mike committed suicide because of the bullying at school. I couldn't bare the guilt and missing him, so..."
"Oh, Vic, I'm so sorry, I had no idea." I whispered-gasped and he gave me a sympathetic smile. He took my left arm in his hands and skillfully rolled up the sleeve, leaving my wounded skin unconvered. I looked away, too ashamed to even look at them.
Suddenly I felt something warm and soft press against the battered skin. I looked down and saw Vic pressing his lips tenderly to everyone of the gashes that opened my skin. It was such a beautiful gesture that it brought tears to my already raw eyes, but this time they were happy ones. He kept going, taking care of each wound all over my arm, then moving to the right one.
Once he was done, Vic looked at me with a shy yet strong look. "Thalia, since the first time I saw you - which was actually two days ago, but it seems like a lifetime already - I was awestruck. By your beauty, your sweetness, your intelligence, your humour. By you. You make my innards erupt in butterflies and go all tingly, you make me feel all giggly and weird and my heart rate quickens everytime you're near. You've made me realise that there's still grace and kindness in this world, and that I still have a reason to stay strong and live. Please, let me be there for you. Every time you feel like you're not enough, every time you want to give up I want to be right there beside you. If you need me, I'm just a phone call away. For my heart, for your sake, please be strong, be strong for me... And, please be mine, Thalia?"
I looked up in surprise as he asked that. A happy tear escaped my eyes. "Of course." I mumbled, and before I knew it, Vic's lips were gently pressed against mine. Our lips moved together in perfect sinc and, too soon, we had to pull back gasping for every breath.
"Mine." Vic smiled against my lips.
I smiled against his. "Yours."
"What, freak? You gone deaf too?"
That did the trick because Vic shot up from out position on the grass and threw himself at the tall guy talking. I scrambled clumsily to my feet just in time to see him looking ragefully at the boy. "What the fuck do you want, Oliver?"
"Just to pay a visit to little Mikey's old bro. Is that wrong?" The taller boy snickered. Vic tensed and the next second, Vic was pouncing at the Oliver guy. He kept throwing punches at the british boy's face as I stared in shock.
Suddenly, I felt an arm around my waist, crushing my ribs, and something cold and sharp pressed against my neck. "Stop this second Fuentes, or I swear I slit her fucking throat open." My eyes opened wide, in surprise, not in fear, because I wasn't really scared of dying anyway. Vic, however, shot up and stopped what he was doing that right second and scrambled to his feet, fear and rage mixed in his eyes.
"No, Beau! Please, don't hurt her!" He exclaimed, raising his hands trying to get the guy, apparently called Beau, to release me. The man pressed the knife harder against the skin of my neck and I felt a trickle of blood go down it. I knew I should be terrified, judging by Vic's horrified face, but I wasn't at all. If that guy killed me right then and there, the world would have another problem off it's already too-burdened shouldered; I had nothing and no one to live for.
Out of the blue, Oliver was standing up again and threw a blow at Vic's stomach and, the next second, the poor boy was doubling over in pain, but the other kept punching and kicking him more times than I could count.
"That's more like it." Oliver snickered evily and motioned for the guy to release me. I inmediately rushed to Vic's side and helped him sit up as he glared at the tall boy. "Just like your brother, you never square up to anyone, and when you do, it's never of much use. Waste of space, you are."
"Fuck off, wanker!" I shouted at him, startling all of the people around us and myself. I half expected him to get furious and hit me too, but he just laughed and leaned down so he was eye-levelled with me.
"Only to you, honey." He winked, and the next minute, the three of them were walking away from us, down the park without a care in life.
A second after, Vic's warm hands are cupping my cheeks and his eyes search mine, trying to lock gazes with me, but I keep staring at the ground in shame. "I'm sorry, Thalia. They almost killed you because of me. Those fuckers took it too far this time, they went too far. I'm sorry..." Vic whispered, his fingers ghosting over the injure they boy had made on my neck.
"It's nothing, really. They could've done better, really..." I muttered the last part, mostly to myself. I saw Vic's eyes grow wide in surprise and then, his gaze turned into one of realisation once he understood what I really meant, although I didn't mean for him to hear it. He pulled me into his chest and wrapped his strong arms around my frame, hugging me close and gently rocking back and forth.
"Don't ever talk like that, love. Please don't, because I don't know what I'd do if you did something stupid..."
-
A good half an hour later, I found myself sitting on my new flat's couch with Vic, an ice-pack pressed against his battered ribs. I had insisted he should go to the hospital, but he refused every time, so I used some of the knowledge I got from the beatings I received at school and decided ice was his best option.
"We'll have to do something about that cut too, Thal." Vic said softly, pointing at the wound on my neck. I had dried blood around it, but it was perfectly fine a part from that. "I'll get some peroxide from the bathroom. Don't worry, I already know where it is." He winked. I smiled at him as he limped away, but suddenly, I remembered I had left the little box with all my razors on top of the sink. I rushed behind Vic, trying to stop him from going inside, but he did and, obviously, saw them just laying there. He picked the small wooden box up with shaky hands and turned to look at me, but I didn't get to see his expression because I was already running to my room. I slammed the door shut behind me and slumped on my bed as I felt the waterworks starting. Just fucking great! The first person that had ever seemed to care about me now would think I'm a freak.
Hot sorrowful tears are running down my face, that was hidden behind my hands, when I heard the door opening and closing and, soon, the bed dipping under new weight; I didn't dare look up, though.
The weight shifted and I felt a warm body behind mine so I was sitting between Vic's legs. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to his chest.
"Don't cry, love. You'll get through this, I'll help you. Darlin', you'll be okay..." Vic kept whispering little comforting sweetnesses in my ear as he gently rubbed my arms over my sweater. I could feel more tears falling and sobs attacked my already wrecked body. Vic just hugged me even closer and rocked forward and backward comfortingly. "Why are you crying, dear? Everything is fine, nothing has changed."
"E-everything h-has changed." I argued between sobs, looking at him for the first time. His eyes were deep with a sadness I could only compare with the one I had been experiencing for the past 3 years. "Now you'll think I'm a freak, and y-you probably w-won't want a-anything t-to d-do w-with me..."
As soon as I said that, Vic was shaking his head and a dark chuckle escaped his lips which were normally stretched onto a smile. He rolled up his sleeves up to his elbows and turned his hands so the palms were facing the ceiling. Then, I saw hundreds of white faded horizontal scars and two big vertical ones. THey were faded too, but they'd been deep... too deep. I knew what that meant.
I caressed them gently and looked up to Vic with teary eyes and a silent question I wasn't ready to either ask or answer. "I tried to kill myself when my brother Mike committed suicide because of the bullying at school. I couldn't bare the guilt and missing him, so..."
"Oh, Vic, I'm so sorry, I had no idea." I whispered-gasped and he gave me a sympathetic smile. He took my left arm in his hands and skillfully rolled up the sleeve, leaving my wounded skin unconvered. I looked away, too ashamed to even look at them.
Suddenly I felt something warm and soft press against the battered skin. I looked down and saw Vic pressing his lips tenderly to everyone of the gashes that opened my skin. It was such a beautiful gesture that it brought tears to my already raw eyes, but this time they were happy ones. He kept going, taking care of each wound all over my arm, then moving to the right one.
Once he was done, Vic looked at me with a shy yet strong look. "Thalia, since the first time I saw you - which was actually two days ago, but it seems like a lifetime already - I was awestruck. By your beauty, your sweetness, your intelligence, your humour. By you. You make my innards erupt in butterflies and go all tingly, you make me feel all giggly and weird and my heart rate quickens everytime you're near. You've made me realise that there's still grace and kindness in this world, and that I still have a reason to stay strong and live. Please, let me be there for you. Every time you feel like you're not enough, every time you want to give up I want to be right there beside you. If you need me, I'm just a phone call away. For my heart, for your sake, please be strong, be strong for me... And, please be mine, Thalia?"
I looked up in surprise as he asked that. A happy tear escaped my eyes. "Of course." I mumbled, and before I knew it, Vic's lips were gently pressed against mine. Our lips moved together in perfect sinc and, too soon, we had to pull back gasping for every breath.
"Mine." Vic smiled against my lips.
I smiled against his. "Yours."
@Turtle I've updated! Go read!! c;
2/5/14