Hungry Heart 18+

TWO | OLD*

My emotions were over the place. My eyes dried with tears as I sniffled and my head hurts.

They escorted me outside. I fixed my hair and wiped my tears. I didn't wait for them I'm so done with this.

"It's fine. I can take a cab here."

"No, Princess let me at least drive you home." David insists.

Driving me home means more time with the twins. Hell no.

"Look, David, I appreciated it but I can manage." I politely decline as much as it sounds nice I don't want to take another risk.

"Baby I-"

I hold my hand to James to shut him up.

"Save it. And please don't come near me again."

He looked hurt but I didn't care. Call me selfish but he deserves it. Damn, I need to get a grip. I lost my cool there I didn't expect to cry hard like that in front of them.

I'm a mess.

James clenched his jaw and fisted his hands on both sides. It's like he wants to say something but David gave him a pointed glare that shut him up.

I sniff and I knew my eyes were all puffy and red. Being with them brings the worst out of me.

I rolled my eyes and hail a cab, not giving them a spare glance as the cab drove away.

•••

My body aches, I need a good night's sleep. After I stripped all of my clothes and free my hair from my messy bun. I jumped to my shower and scrub every part of my body.

I felt dirty.

The images of their hands all over my body made me want to throw up. But in some sick parts of my brain, I did enjoy it.

Good thing my drunk Stepfather isn't home or I'll get a good beating for coming late tonight. He's good for nothing drunkard. If it wasn't for this god-forsaken scholarship then probably I'll be in my old school still dreaming about my future.

But what's so good about this school? The people here always judge the way how you look, how you dress, and what families you came from.

How cruel life is? I was not blessed like them. Instead, I was blessed with knowledge.

Sometimes I envied them for having the things that I don't have. I brush my hair neatly, checking myself on my mirror. My eyes landed on my neck.

Hickeys.

They're so many of them. I gritted my teeth. I look for my concealer and prepare it for tomorrow. No one has to know and see what hideous things they did to me.

Once my head hits my pillow I'm out.

•••

Long fingers caressing my hair I hummed in response. It feels so good.
Soft night sounds and cool, whispering breezes persuaded my thickly lashed eyes to surrender to slumber.

From time to time, I could feel my cheeks being caressed. Thumbs create small lazy circle patterns. I hummed in response. The figure chuckled.