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.

barged inside the boys' washroom next door and

it wasn't someone

even call it bullying what

boys that had tried to force me

his hand at the back of the neck of the boy who had tried to forcefully kiss me, his knee in the middle of his

on the boy who was responsible for groaning

as I saw that half side of his face

of it was apparent in the mirror behind him which was broken

"Kristian…"

I whispered.

heard me, his head whipped around in my direction and he looked

his eyes were swallowed by the black

and his hold tightened on the boy's neck,

"Stop."

He shook his head.

gravely

tried to hurt

"Yes… And it's enough."

eyes dropped

"It's not."

He growled.

someone tried to touch you

and even as his words echoed in my

nothing between us, because there

seemed to be barely breathing, he whimpered, trying

know you

the

me to go to church three times a week and have me do

the words but his eyes never

said, "They know,

please, you

my gaze to his hands, his knuckles that were swollen

I was close enough, I said, "I don't like

and then

cowering back trying to make himself smaller as Kristian kicked the boy lying at

over him, he came close to me and looked

later, he shook his head and

Then he walked out.

wait for him in the shed tonight and ask what his 'if only' meant, I too left

come to

Not that night.

And not afterwards.

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, even Kristoff was still on bed rest so I

day that I really

come out of his room after almost

asked he said that he had a bad allergy but for some reason it felt like a

had

house where we had to cross the pool area, my feet faltered when my

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