During the next day I didn't see Lesly; hence, I stared at her all the longer at night, resulting in me getting up late for Monday. For that, a punishment would usually follow, but I doubt it this time; my father should still have had his fill from a few days ago.
There were golden candies in my pocket for today. I saw the crow eating desserts with relish, so I wanted to find out if she would either take the candies to her nest or eat them, only taking the packages as a treasure with her.
On my way to the classroom, I took a candy out for myself and popped it in my mouth, asking myself if she would like the sticky caramel taste. At my seat—my old seat away from the girl I choked—I saw a little red velvet box. Raising my eyebrow, I opened the window and looked down if there were students passing by. After making sure that nobody would get killed because of my action, I threw the velvet box out.
A few students looked at me strangely, but I ignored it.
These little boxes had first shown up in the mail, then in my locker; now she seemed to have gone so far as to present them openly.
Usually, they go in the trash, but this time, I naturally had to give back the favor just as openly. The stalker-chick was again on it. Sadly, I couldn't say who she was; I just suspected her to be one of my flings because they came clearly from a girl, and I didn't think somebody else would go that far for me.
Why did I know it was a girl? Simple: in the first velvet box was a cupcake.
No one in his right mind would eat bakeware that was sent anonymously per mail.
And I wouldn't either.
Maybe I have seen too many movies, but instead of throwing it in the trash directly, I parted the cupcake, to see if something nasty was inside, like insects or razor blades. I nearly had it right, but nearly right is still wrong. It was hair. Long hair.
Since then, I just threw them in the trash without opening.
Sitting on my seat, I sucked on the candy in my mouth, putting my head on the desk. Now that my father hadn't been in Lesly's bedroom over the weekend, I went overboard and watched at her until the Maid woke her up, resulting in me again rolling under the bed and waiting for Lesly to leave the room to shower to sneak back to my own territory.
I am sure that she wouldn't let me get discovered by others, but it would be strange to see her eye to eye after a nightly visit. Like I imagined waking up in the morning after sex the night before, it would probably just be as awkward. I would never sleep with my hookups in a bed after the deed was done, so I hadn't had the privilege yet.
Waiting for time to pass, I changed my position when the teacher entered. Crossing my arms and stretching my legs in between the stool of the student before me, I again went into a trance by having explained things I already knew.
While on the break, I carved a cigarette, and went up to the rooftop. Taking a drag, I looked down; from here, I should be able to see the spot where the box I had thrown out of the window had landed. But there was no red velvet, which would be easily spotted in the grass.
I smiled lightly; hopefully no dumb student had taken a bait not intended for him, and got himself to digest some other's body parts.
Thinking about it, maybe placing candy somewhere for the little crow wasn't the best course of action. Little birds shouldn't eat stuff they find lying around.
What if it was placed there by some pervert to lure them out of their nest?
No candies for her.
With no lunch and the cafeteria already closed, I ate the rest of the candies, and soon it was time for physical education.
As I stood with the other students, I immediately noticed that Lesly looked different, even with a good amount of distance between us. As I focused on her cheek, I found that place being swollen; besides that, I couldn't see more.
From toothache to my father going overboard, everything was possible. When she was finished with the attendance, I walked to her for a closer look.
What I hadn't anticipated was that the closer my steps took me to her, the clearer I noticed that it was from a slap, the more my agitation shifted. I saw my mother like this as well, but it wasn't because of that.
Knowing she had raped my father, I couldn't bring myself to really pity her; additionally, she had mistreated me, so I didn't really love her. There was more satisfaction to know she got beaten as well. Strangely, that shifted if I would witness the beating myself, then I felt the responsibility to protect her, then I was on her side.
But it was neither of these tangled emotions, just my fingers itching as I started to feel cold, really cold.
So fucking cold that only something scalding and smothering had the power to warm me up.
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Thomas POV
I watched Lesly live her life over the past weeks, not having any spare time for anything else. When the sister of my deceased wife took the black-eyed child away, I was relieved, having my time to see you and to study Lesly.
She was a strict teacher, but not one of her students was abused by her. She had no animals she would hurt, but there seemed to be a strange fixation on her taxidermized cat. Not enough to categorize her as the monster at least one of her parents was.
She was so little when she was injured by her mother or aunt, it was possible that she had simply forgotten about it, not the yearlong regular abuse I had gone through. But she saw you killing your sister; there has to be some sort of impact.
None of the people who went through school with her had something to say about her, simply not even remembering her until they were asked about the blonde and blue-eyed student, then they talked only about her being a beauty.
Her grandmother, after yearlong Alzheimer's sickness, died of natural causes, and was never abused by her, let alone killed.
She was in a few foster families because, at the death of her grandmother, she was only twelve.
However, besides her running away from them if she didn't like them, there were no further incidents.
Is it really possible for someone who had not only the genes of evil in them, but also lived through traumatizing incidents to have such a clean west?
I want her by my side. I want to see for myself.