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.

the boys' washroom

wasn't someone

call it bullying what Kristian was

force me and hurt me not two

crouched over the boy with his hand at the back of the neck of the boy who had tried to forcefully kiss me, his

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

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

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

"Kristian…"

I whispered.

his head whipped around in my direction and he looked

his eyes were swallowed by the black and

closer and his hold tightened

"Stop."

He shook his head.

gravely and

to hurt

"Yes… And it's enough."

eyes dropped

"It's not."

He growled.

when someone tried to

in thin air and even

be nothing between

and the boy seemed to be barely

didn't know

the

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

didn't deny the words but his eyes never left

said, "They know,

please, you

my gaze to his hands, his knuckles that were

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

once and then he

make himself smaller as Kristian kicked

to me and looked into my

moment later, he shook his

Then he walked out.

for him in the shed tonight

he didn't come to the

Not that night.

And not afterwards.

to go through the same routine the next day with nothing interesting happening, even Kristoff was still on bed rest so I was really going out

the fifth day that I

with Kristoff, he had finally come out of his

bad allergy but for some reason it felt like a lie but I didn't pester him as he had looked solemn and I also

had been bored out of his mind staying in the

toward the 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 the

in his swim trunks and there was a woman, tall and pretty with dark hair like midnight