CHAPTER EIGHT
MALAKAI
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The memories continue to haunt me. It's been almost one week, and I'm still tormented by that night.
I've even tried to convince myself that it didn't happen, but my lips are still tender from where he'd bitten me, it's almost as if he'd purposely left behind the evidence.
Why did Pierce act so wild that night?
Maybe he was so drunk and had lost his fucking mind, that's the only reasonable explanation I can come up with.
I bet he regrets that night as much as I do. He's dating Lana and has hated so many girls in the past, so there's no way he's gay.
I shake my head at the thoughts. Why can't I forget?!
I've skipped school these days because I don't want to face him, the thought of seeing him fills me with so much anxiety.
This is the first time I've ever skipped school, I lied to my parents about being sick. It isn't even a lie because mentally, every cell in my brain is shutting down, it only gets worse the more I try to think.
Pierce has been bombarding me with messages. I keep blocking him, but he just keeps changing numbers.
Just today alone, there are nearly a hundred messages!
I'm too exhausted to block him anymore, if I just ignore him, he may grow tired and probably stop.
Fate must be laughing at me because my phone suddenly vibrates, and several incoming messages, all at once!
Fuck!
Has he lost his mind?
It reads;
'Where the hell are you?'
'Why have you been skipping school? Why do you keep blocking me?'
Is he dense?
'Are you ignoring me?'
'I miss you...'
The phone nearly slips from my hand. What the fuck!
I continue to read;
'I'm getting impatient with you, if you still won't reply to me, at least accept my present, they are special and I truly hope that you'll like it'
A present?
Our doorbell rang some minutes ago, my mother had told the delivery man that she hadn't ordered any parcel.
Is the package from Pierce?
Panic jolts through me, I race out of my room and race downstairs, nearly tripping on the staircase.
"What's gotten into you!" Mom glares at me; a small box is in her hands, and she's already starting to open it.
"It's mine!" I yell, snatching the box from Mom's unsuspecting hands.
She looks at me upset, "Why did you leave your bed? You're supposed to be recovering! And what's inside that box?"
My hands are trembling badly, how do I get myself out of this?
"I've missed s...school these days, so my classmates just sent the assignments to me"
She is about to say something, but her cell phone suddenly rings, and she walks to answer it.
Thank you, lord!
I disappear upstairs to my room, ensuring to lock the door behind me.
I stare at the box in deep anxiety, since it's from Pierce, then it surely will not be good.
I tear the box open, my soul leaves my body.
Printed explicit photos of Lana.
"No, no, no!"
There are at least a hundred of them.
My weakened knees collapse to the floor.
This batch of pictures belongs to the category I tagged as my 'special' collection.
"I'm going crazy... He's going to drive me crazy!" I whimper shakily, my fingers dig into my hair.
I can't breathe!
The whole world is closing in on me, and I can't escape from these suffocating walls.
I should never have taken these pictures. It's the devil's temptation, I'd fallen for it.
Now, all I can do is whimper my frustration.
That lunatic just will not leave me alone!
Why did I become his target? I only made one mistake: Why does my life become a living hell?
Phone?
Where's my phone?
I grab it with trembling fingers and dial his number.
He answers on the first ring and I know he's been waiting for me.
"Baby..."
I shudder at the deep sound of his voice and my rage boils over in the next second. He's still in the mood to mock me after doing this?
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you know the trouble you almost got me into?..." I place a hand over my mouth when I hear my Mom's footsteps approaching.
"Son of a bitch, what do you fucking want!" My anger morphs into a helpless whimper, I hold a hand over my mouth sobbing.
I hate that he gets to hear it.
"You don't like my gift? I sent you pictures of the girl you love the most, I thought you would appreciate me." Pierce's taunts further fuel my rage.
"Shut up! Shut the fuck up, and leave me the fuck alone!!" My cell phone nearly snaps from how much force I'm gripping onto it.
"What did I tell you about your language? If you'd behaved nicely instead of ignoring me, I wouldn't have had to get your attention like this. Seeing how you called me yourself, I kind of regret not doing this sooner."
This bastard!
I want to kill him.
"How was it? Are you scared? I wish I could be there to see your expression, it would fucking turn me on"
My blood freezes at his last statement, and memories of that night flood through my mind again;
Pierce isn't drunk now, why is he saying weird things like this?
"Kai, don't skip school tomorrow if you continue to distance yourself, I'll have no choice but to think of other ways to get your attention back to me"
The call ends.
My phone slips from my hand, a chill wind sweeps through me, and a different type of fear through my body.
Why does Pierce sound like.. he wants me?
No!
This must be his shitty way of messing with my head.
I can't even allow myself to think about it.
Tears make my vision blurry as I stare at the pictures of Lana, it's as though she is mocking my predicament. I've always known that sneakily taking her pictures was wrong, but I still wanted to do it.
Is this heaven's punishment to me?
In the form of Pierce? Lord, this is too much.
I want to scream, but I bite my lips.
I'm suffocating in this silent misery and I can only blame myself for this.
How did my life, which is so quiet, become so chaotic?
I grab a handful of the pictures and start to rip all of them.
I am already doomed, but if my parents ever see this, I'll be dragged to hell.
So I search my room, destroying everything that is hers.
All my secret collections, I let go of them.
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