Akira

He is so rigid that one might think he is a statue.

When he still doesn't turn around, I frown. I'm sure he has heard me, if he didn't then why would he stop. The way his back's so uptight like he's fighting a whole inner battle irks me.

I move to him silently, when I'm on an arm length, I ask, "Are you oka-", he is on me, before I can even complete my sentence, pounding me against the wall of the locker, caging me with it and himself. I gasp as my back collides with the hard material.

"Don't. Ever. Say. That. Name. Again." He spits with clenched teeth. His eyes blazing with rage, they hold nothing of the emotion I saw earlier. I'm scared, hell no, I'm terrified of this rage. I've never faced this much anger from anyone in my life before.

Bloody hell!

I gulp, avoiding his rage full eyes, "I...I'm....I ." I stutter as I try to apologize but I can't speak, my mouth is dry, no word is coming out. I try to squirm under his hold but he tightens his grip on my arm, squeezing it, it's tight but not enough to hurt me.

Then suddenly he smashes his palm just above my head, I try not to wince but fail miserably. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly not wanting to see his blazing eyes. I can feel tears shimmering in the back of my eyes. I don't want it fall and make me look like a pathetic cry baby.

"What? You are fucking what?" Snarling, he leans into me. I try to back away from him.

But I can't.

I'm trapped.

"Sorry... I'm sorry." I finally utter the words after few minutes of struggle, opening my eyes to look him and keeping my tears in check.

He raises his brows, mockingly.

"Oh you are, aren't you?" He mocks me, his mouth forming a cruel smirk. He digs further into me, his nose brushing against my cheeks, gliding it down to my jawlines, to my neck, inhaling me deeply.

My breathing gets harder and faster as I feel his lips touching my bare neck. My lips parts in apprehension, my heartbeat is as ragged as my breathing. He is so close to me, his scent is messing with me. My whole body feels the tingling alertness of his proximity. My stomach is prickling with an unknown emotion and my mind goes blank, I can't think straight.

Or at all.

Right now, I should want nothing more then but to get away from him, far away, but I don't. As much his closeness terrifies me, it also makes me feel alive. I have never felt more alive before, never felt these sensations before.

Because you are thinking from your hormones!

"You want me." It's not a question.

A statement.

A truth.

He knows how badly his closeness is affecting me. He knows exactly the kind of effect he has on me and he is playing with me, my emotions. I try to push him away but I can't even bulge him. He is much more stronger than me. He pushes more further in me, I feel the hardness of his body as they touch mine. I feel the way his muscles clench when it contacts with mine.

And I feel it too much.

"You know you should just drop this whole innocent good girl facade, I can see right through you." He murmurs smoothly against my neck.

I freeze.

My all thought goes cold as I get his words.

Does he think of me like this? Does he think I'm putting some kind of mask on me?

I push him away, as hard as I could. He moves back slightly only to look in my eyes. What I see sends chills through my spine. They are void of rage that was there a moment ago, it is filled with a malicious and cruel glint. They are looking at me with nothing but pure disgust? I cringe away from this look. Tears I have been holding till now, are begging to fall down, even if without my permission but I hold them, determined, not wanting make myself look more foolish then I already look.

So he came close to me so he could prove his point? Prove that that I'm slut who wants him?

My tear filled eyes do nothing but increase his disgust, he sneers down at me, "What a pathetic girl you are, couldn't even keep your façade more then a day. You couldn't get me so you went for another one?" He chuckles humorlessly. I struggle to release myself from his hold on shoulder.

How dare he?

And just what the hell is he talking about?

"You don't know me. You don't have any right to judge me." I cry out, still struggling. I can't bear to look at him, its too much. I have never felt this much embarrassment before. The way he used my attraction to him is nothing but pure evil. I feel pathetic to even be attracted to him at the first place.

You are pathetic!

His smirk widens, "Oh, I think I know enough. The way you couldn't keep your eyes off me."

I don't have anything to say to this. He is right, I can't help myself but stare him whenever my eyes see him. I forget everything even my whereabouts but him.

I can't believe that I'm attracted to this guy who is insulting me, who is making me cry.

He releases me, taking few step away from. He takes a look of my whole form up to down, I feel so disgusted by the way he is looking at me. I want to run away and cry my heart out, but I don't want to give him that satisfaction. So I hold my ground as strongly I could.

Or at least I try to.

He lick his lips seductively, "You know what, I wouldn't have given you a second glance anyway, because you see," Suddenly, he is in front of me, grabbing my chin as he turns my face brushing my cheeks lightly with his thumb before he breathes in my ears, "You are not pretty enough."

Ouch

He couldn't be more cruel.

My heart breaks at his words. I can't hold my tears anymore, they come out. I know I'm not beautiful but him throwing it on my face hurts like hell. I try to swallow the lump formed in my throats as he finally moves away from me. He looks in my eyes and this time I don't try to hide the pain I'm feeling. I let him see me, the real me, my whole inside out. I let him decide to believe whatever he wants. I don't try to defend myself when he takes the final view of me before both his face and eyes turn passive.

He turns and leaves.

Without a second glance.

Like he said.

I keep looking at his back for I don't know what. My blurry eyes doesn't waver away from his figure until he is out its sight.

I was wrong, so wrong about him. I thought he was misunderstood, vulnerable, somewhere good inside, but I was wrong. I wanted to solve that enigma, that puzzle but not now, not anymore. I don't even want to see him right now.

Sydney was right, I should get far, far away from him before he totally breaks me because I know he can and he will. I have it in his eyes today. The greed and lust to snap me half.

He has this power over me in so much short time that will definitely break me and it will break me to core in so many pieces that I could never mend them again. I should just leave him alone. It's probably for the best.

For the best of my sanity.

My eyes are still blurry when I reach my room. I throw myself in my bed and cry. Cry for my mommy and daddy, cry for my self. I have never missed my parents more then now.

Why did they leave me?

I want them with me.

I don't remember when I fall asleep all while crying.

"Hey sleepy head, come on, wake up. Its Christmas today." A hand comes to my face, brushing my hairs. I push it away, digging deeper in my bed.

"Alright don't come. I and mommy are gonna just let Jake open all the presents, including yours."

Christmas!

Gift!

I blink my eyes open at the mention of gifts. I quickly sit up on bed before turning to my daddy. "Are present there already?" I ask excitedly.

He chuckles at my enthusiasm, rubbing my hairs, "Yes princess. Now get up before Jake decides to do all himself."

My eyes widens at the mention of my little brother, "Oh nooo!" I exclaim, jumping down my bed before running downstairs.

"Merry Christmas sweetheart." Mummy calls for me as I run by kitchen.

"Oh, merry Christmas mummy. Now please tell me where is Jake?" I beg.

She smiles, my mummy is very beautiful, "I don't know but I think he is at backyard."

I gasp, "Oh god. My gift."

I run for the backyard by the time to see Jake has already opened all the present including mine.

I shriek loudly, "Jake!"

The little minx turns to me, with a guilty look on his face.

Oh but I know your game so well buddy.

"I told you yesterday about not opening my present, didn't I?" I scold him.

He pouts slightly, tugging his lower lips out like he is going to cry. Even knowing his schemes so well, how could I be angry at him when he is looking at me like this.

He holds a hand for me to grasp it, a sign of peace, "I am so sowwy Ila, please fowgive me."

"Aw buddy come here. Its okay. I forgive you but I will eat your piece of cake too." I negotiate.

He immediately makes face, "No!"

No?

Okay

I fold my arms, "Then I'll not forgive you."

He pouts but gives in, "O..okay fine."

I smile in victory, holding his hand. As we turn around mommy and daddy both are standing at the porch, smiling widely.

I wave at them, "Merry Christmas mommy and daddy. I love you and you too Jake." I smile my little brother, kissing his cheek.

My dad clasps his hands together, "C'mon, it's pictures time."