The Undergrad [Watty Awards 2012][Complete]

A/N:IF BLUEberryBIRD HAS SENT YOU A LINK TO THIS CHAPTER, THEN HOLD YOUR HORSES!!

This contains spoiler and I HIGHLY RECOMMEND that you at least start reading from Chapter Nine to pick up bits and pieces of what's going on, or to understand the story much more fully, start from the beginning to appreciate this piece better. 

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Robyn’s POV 

His soft succulent lips enveloped mine, closing every gap to seal my mouth with his. It wasn't hurried or rough, but gentle and unsure as if any moment, I would shatter to a thousand pieces. A wave of bliss pulsed throughout my body, summoning faint warmth swirling in the pit of my stomach.

Oh God I wanted more.

Because he was pinning my wrists above my head, I couldn't move. I couldn't wrap my arms around him and pull him closer; I couldn't make him deepen the kiss. My body slowly throbbed, screaming for more, but I couldn't do anything about it. The way our bodies were pressed against each other with nothing more but a measly gown dangerously increased the heat from my very core.

I couldn't stop him when he pulled away, watching me carefully like he had broken an antique porcelain vase I inherited from my grandmother. His beautiful brown eyes were so intense with shock, slowly I remembered what had just happened minutes before he tackled me to the ground.

Pulling himself off me made my body wail in agony, begging for him to come back. Yet with my willpower, I kept my urges at bay.

Tears slowly pooled in the corners of my eyes and dribbled infinitely to the sides of my temples. I felt so depressed, so angry and so full of raw emotions that couldn't take it in any longer. I turned to my side and hugged my knees, quietly crying to myself.

Minutes of obstinate silence agonizingly stretched to what seemed like forever until a hand gently touched my head, soothing me to hush. Ethan sat behind me, comforting me in his reticence, but did he even understand what I went through?

"They sliced me over and over, hit me so hard several times, and gunned me with so many bullets and broke my bones one by one only to be healed again and again," I explained the horror before my throat knotted tightly. Drained from tears, I remained silent as well.

I heard him sigh heavily; he rubbed his face and then heard a few shuffles behind me. A moment later his arm draped across my torso, intending nothing else but to comfort me. It worked, by that small gesture I’ve never felt so secured, so safe and so serene. This alone encouraged me to get it all off my chest so that my perturbed conscience would finally be at peace.

"They said I couldn't suffocate or drown, get drunk or be poisoned because these things speed up my metabolism," I went on, rambling on so monotonously as if I were some zombie, but with each word that I let go, the lighter and lighter I felt.

"They told me that I was going to replace you and if I refused, my family and all my loved ones and everyone else I knew will die," new tears blurred my vision and slowly I curled some more. The hopelessness that I though I had successfully doused threatened to resurface with renewed strength.

He pulled me closer until my cold back pressed against his warm front, reinforcing my refuge for sanity, a beacon for my lost and hungry soul to come back to and then ever so slightly, he whispered, "they've done that to me too, but I had no family for them to threaten with,"

"Lucky you," I scowled, but of course he wouldn't see that.

"I don't think I was lucky, they lied to me about my family, at least you knew you have a family to live for," he pointed out, his voice was so tender, filled with words that warmed me with ease.

"Ethan," I began again, carefully debating on whether or not I should have spoken. His mere presence seemed to be the remedy to all this mess I was dragged in to and whatever I say next might break this fragile, peaceful moment we rarely shared together.