Blackmailed For Love

… I stepped out of the on going class receiving a narrowed eye stare from the teacher and a few side glances from the students, but I ignored them all as I really needed to pee.

I didn't get a chance to use the washroom during recess because I was staying in the library finishing my lunch and staying away from the bullies.

And unfortunately for me there was no one to keep me company as Kristoff was absent.

I didn't know why he was absent, he didn't tell me.

And Mrs Aaron had only said that he wasn't feeling well.

Then there was….

Kristian.

2 Kristian hasn't talked to me since my confession and that kiss two days ago.

My lips still tingled with the memory of my first kiss.

The way his lips had felt against mine.

It was just a two seconds long kiss and I had been so happy but then he had pushed me away.

My heart still gave a squeeze when I remembered his words, "This is not right.

This can't happen, Elsa."

1 "Why?"

I had questioned, looking up at him with my attraction on display.

"I like you."

He had laughed.

"You and I could never be together.

Don't ever do that."

And when I hadn't backed away, he had slapped me with his next words, "You are just a little girl."

2 A loud crash from somewhere pulled me out of the memory and I turned left towards the girls washroom.

Without paying any attention to anything, I hurried inside the washroom and opened the first stall door.

But then when I was sitting and relieving myself, I heard another loud crash followed by a painful grunt.

I winced when I heard a groan and then someone being muffled as they screamed.

Goosebumps rose on my arms and I quickly finished up.

Cleaning myself when I came out of the stall, it took me just a few seconds to wash my hands, my mind playing an awful scenario where some poor kid was getting bullied by someone else.

I couldn't let it happen, not after what had happened to me.

If it wasn't for Kristoff making threats by Kristian's name, I didn't even want to think what would've happened.

inside the boys' washroom next door and came

it wasn't someone poor

wouldn't even call it bullying what Kristian was

to force

neck of the boy

and my eyes fell on the boy who was responsible for

palm going to my mouth as I saw that half side of his face was bruised and bleeding and a cut ran down

was apparent in the mirror behind him which was broken and

"Kristian…"

I whispered.

me, his head whipped around in my

by the black and only

closer and his hold tightened on

"Stop."

He shook his head.

voice gravely and yet

tried to

"Yes… And it's enough."

dropped

"It's not."

He growled.

happens when someone tried

with me disappeared in thin air and even as his words echoed in

be nothing between us, because

closer to him and the boy seemed to be barely breathing, he whimpered, trying to gain

didn't know

I liked the

to church three times a week and

didn't deny the words but his eyes never left

"They know,

please, you are

gaze to his hands,

close enough, I said, "I don't like to see you

nodded once and then

himself smaller as Kristian kicked the boy lying

to me and looked into

his head and

Then he walked out.

that I would wait for him in the shed tonight and ask what his 'if

come to the

Not that night.

And not afterwards.

four days I waited for him in the shed and every night I went to bed disappointed and dejected, only to go through the same routine the next day with nothing interesting happening,

the fifth day that I really saw

out of his room after almost

a bad allergy but for some reason it

like to go out with him as he had been

front of the house where we had to cross the pool area, my feet faltered when my eyes fell on the couple in the lounger near

there was a woman, tall and pretty with dark hair like midnight sitting beside