The Jock, The Nerd and The Geek

11

"It's fine, I told them you got a little bit sick so you'd be with me till I know you're alright."

And they agreed?

Marcos could tell from the look in her eyes that she meant what she said and it scared him. Why would the school listen to anyone? Especially a student?

"I'm not dangerous," She said it in a low tone, as if she could smell the fear coming off in waves from him. "We both know I've never hurt anyone before."

We both know...

Marcos' eyes widened.

She knew.

At that moment, he fought to stand and run away but she held me down. His hands pushed at her chest and he screamed for someone to help him but no one did, as always, and eventually he broke into sobs in defeat.

Yet, when that happened, she pulled him to her chest and said in a soothing voice, "It's okay, little one. I won't hurt you."

Marcos held her in return, his hands now wrapped around her body as he cried more. In minutes, he was settled again, now resting on the wall as he dried his tears with his hands. "I'm sorry, today isn't — A good day for me."

"I understand,"

"You're not — You're not upset?" He asked.

"Should I be?"

"I don't — I don't know," He sniffed. "I didn't mean to. I was just trying to get him away from me. To make me stop remembering —"

Alex tilted her head. "Remembering what?"

He froze.

"Marcos?"

He was shaking his head now.  "Nothing. Nothing, I don't—"

Her dull eyes suddenly sparked with something similar to rage in them. "Tell me."

He swallowed now, looking down. "You won't believe me,"

The rage died to something more of sparks. "Try me."

When he spoke, he sounded like a child that was scared that whatever he said, would put in deeper trouble than he already was. "He— He hurt me."

"In what way?"

"I don't know," He was shaking his head, trying to push the memories floating up. "Please, stop asking —"

"I need to know."

"It's not important,"

Alex didn't seem to like that one bit. "Of course, it is. Tell me, or I swear to God I'd —"

"He raped me!" He suddenly blurted out and then continued in one breath, "And it hurt, it hurt so bad I wanted to kill him! That I wanted to make him pay! But now— But now he's dead and it's all my fault."

There was silence between them for a while and when she did speak, her hand was on his face. "Good,"

He looked at her. "What?"

"That gets rid of the problem for me." She stated in a very cool tone.

"Didn't you hear me? I killed him."

"Did you hold a gun to his head?"

"No, but —"

"It's like people blaming the devil for the choices they made. They keep saying it's his existence that makes them sin, but in all truth, they make themselves do what they do. Plus, you did nothing, you're too good for that. Those other fools did. Don't beat yourself over it."