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

it wasn't someone

wouldn't even call it bullying what Kristian was

to force

the boy with his hand at the back of the neck of the boy who had tried to forcefully

swallowed and my eyes fell on the boy who was responsible for groaning and mumbling

my mouth as I saw that half side of his face was bruised and bleeding and a

apparent in the mirror behind him which was broken and smeared in

"Kristian…"

I whispered.

whipped around in my

greys of his eyes were swallowed by the black and only the

hold tightened on the

"Stop."

He shook his head.

gravely

tried to hurt

"Yes… And it's enough."

dropped to his

"It's not."

He growled.

when someone tried to touch you or hurt

in thin air and even as his words echoed in my mind, I knew them for a

never be nothing between us, because there was

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

know you were

liked the sound

Mama knew she would probably want me to go to church

words but his eyes never left

said, "They

stop, please,

followed my gaze to his hands,

said, "I

and then

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

came close to

moment later, he shook his head and muttered,

Then he walked out.

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

didn't come

Not that night.

And not afterwards.

for him in the shed and every night I went to bed disappointed and dejected, only to go through the same routine the

the fifth day that I really

out

left side of his face was slightly swollen and when I asked he said that he had a bad allergy but for some reason it felt like a lie but I didn't

asked if I'd like to go out with him as he had been bored out of

cross the pool area, my

and there was a woman, tall and pretty