Do You Trust Me? (OHSHC/JR: Kyoya x OC) BOOK 2

Chapter 18

Zoe's POV:

Zoe? U ok? -J

Do u need us 2 come over? -F

Please text at least one of us back. We miss you. -D

I stare at the screen as I read multiple text messages from my friends. I hadn't been to school for three days. I wasn't sure I could handle facing them, not after seeing Kazu.

I had asked my dad's if I could stay home for a couple of days. Hiroki wanted to object, but Nowaki knew that I was going through something, so he convinced him that I could stay home. Which I was grateful for, but I miss my friends. And, even though I hate to admit it, the Host Club.

But most of all, I missed being around that asswhole, Kyoya.

Even if he was avoiding me after that little kiss...

I shake my head and fall backwards onto my bed, my phone falling onto the sheets beside me. I need to stop thinking about that. He doesn't even like me like that and I don't like him like that. We're just friends...sorta.

I feel a pang in my chest and I groan, turning onto my stomach and burying my face into my pillow. Even thinking that hurts my feelings.

I have to admit, though. Kyoya is attractive. But, I don't want to date him.

Why?

Because I don't want to get hurt.

Okay, fine. And because I still have feelings for Kazu.

I always have. Even when he raped me, I still had feelings for him...

   Why did I, again...?

   I let out a long breath and close my eyes.

Oh yeah, that's why...

~~~Flashback~~~

I curl myself into a ball, shivering from the cold air on my legs and arms and the emptiness I felt inside me. I could feel the bruises on my arms and neck start to swell up from being forced down by Kazu.

   At the thought of his name, I feel a lump in my throat as my eyes start to water up again. I swallow it down and have my hair fall over my eyes, moving into a tighter ball.

   I whimper as I try to stop the tears from flowing.

   "Why..." I whisper.

   "Zoe."

   I feel my body begin to shake as I hear Kazu's voice from behind me. I don't say anything as he gets closer to me. I let the silent tears fall as the bed dips low, letting him come near me. When his hand touches my shoulder, I jolt away from him.

   He doesn't say anything as I glare at nothing in particular. After a second or two he touches me again, only this time, he pulls me up by my arm gently. Even though I don't want him to touch me, I let him do it. Dragging me like a rag doll. He grabs both of my arms and holds me in front of him, but I keep my head to the side and avoid eye contact.

"Zoe, look at me." His voice is low, but has a hint of rashness to it.

He shakes my shoulders when I don't reply.

"Please, Zoe! We don't have much time!"

I turn my head and look at him. What?