The Things Left Unsaid

Okay, I have had a few people email me their reviews, and so far all have been positive, so I guess I will post the next chapter. I would really apreciate a review here on adult, and if I get nothing then no one gets the third chapter, and that's when it all starts to get adulty! Come on people.

WARNING: boy love, something something, rape, something something, Dark side. Lolness loves you Ella.

Again, this warning is accurate for the story as a whole if not for this chapter! It gets a bit bloody in the next one, and then the fun begins in the fourth. Hehehehe bit.
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I noticed a strange car parked acrossed the street of our house, but I managed to ignore it and stay silent through the entire car ride. Although that wasn’t an entirely hard feat. It was only a half hour car drive, maybe an hour on foot. I stared out into nothingness as we drove in silence. I was surprised that Terrance didn’t ask me anything, or try and reassure me everything would be fine. He had gotten into the habit of saying pointless words like ‘It’ll all be fine.’ And; ‘I’m here for you Liam.’ It was really starting to piss me off. I know he was just trying to make me feel better, but it didn’t really do anything to reassure me. I watched the cars as we slowed down and studied the faces of my classmates.

Finally we pulled to a stop in the parking lot and I was about to get out when he gently took my wrist. I knew it was him, but my body reacted as if it didn’t. My muscles tensed again and the rational voice in my head told me that I would ache later. “Liam.” I glanced over at him as he spoke, a nervous smile painted on his face. “Are you sure you wanna go today. I’m gonna be home all day for the tr-” I cut his sentence off by slamming my door. I didn’t need to hear that word right now.

I stalked up to the thirteen steps of the prep school and didn’t dare look over my shoulder in case he was still there. It was silly that I counted the steps, but even sillier that I skipped the last one. I wasn’t even entirely sure why I had done this ever since my enrollment, be it the superstition I got from my father or the OCD tendencies from my mother...

“Damn.”

“You shouldn’t curse so early in the morning, or did the new daddy do something to piss you off?” I grimaced at the sound of this voice. I hated it. I hated it’s user. He laughed a bit at the face I was making and I turned to face the boy in question.

The first thing that caught my eye, the first thing that always caught my eye when it came to said person, was his mismatched eyes. There wasn’t much of a difference, but under close study you could tell. One was black and one was a startling midnight blue. The second thing was his hair, and then the way he wore his clothes. He wore his dark hair in a strange way that kind of reminded me of Shaggy from Scooby Doo, and a sadistic smile. His uniform wasn’t even worn right. His jacket hung uselessly over his shoulders and his tie was just a piece of fabric round his neck. I didn’t even want to dream of what he looked like outside of the prep school walls.

My mind wandered on its on accord as this hideous boy made his way down to me. Now he wasn’t entirely hideous…bad thought. I had to stop myself from thinking such things, mother would fume. Again with the thoughts of her, at least thoughts brought on by teenage hormones were better then thoughts of her. I needed to stop such foolishness and move on with the small amount of a life I now had. Terrance was kind to me, so there was no point in sulking or moping.

The boy wrapped a tight arm around my shoulders when he stopped beside me and I felt nauseous. Raenis Silvane was not a person that I truly enjoyed touching me, teenaged hormones or not. His smile teetered now on the clinically insane as he stared into my face. I could feel my heart pump a bit harder because of this gaze and glared.

Now mind you, my body’s reactions were not induced by the hormones previously stated, but by this older boy’s reputation. To say it lightly he was unwell. I had diagnosed him with Mania, also commonly known now as a Bipolar Disorder. Rapid mood swings caused by little to no reason. Hey, I was on a roll with this whole mental sickness business so I didn’t doubt my abilities here. It wasn’t that hard with him though, it was just plain obvious. One minute he would be kind, loving, and friendly to me, the next he was acting like this. I assumed there was more that I was not seeing in his case, but I didn’t have all the information.

I did have more then enough in my thoughts though, but unfortunately so did he. His father was a doctor at the hospital that Terrance was a surgeon at and it seemed they were close enough for Terrance to trust this strange man with a bit of information about my past life. I had never even set eyes upon Raenis’ father, but I would not be surprised if he was anything like his son. The apple never falls far from the tree and all.

I took his arm gingerly between two fingers, exaggerating a bit more then necessary, and moved his arm off of my shoulders. My eyes narrowed at the older boy and I scoffed a bit. “Come now Mr. Silvane, must you act so childish?” My response only seemed to encourage him. He laughed again, shrugging his shoulders.

“I am Mr. Silvane now am I? Quite cruel do you not think?” I nearly made an audible growl at his form of speech. It was a plain mockery of mine. “Now now, we mustn’t push people into isolation upon one’s own judgment shall we? We are not the jury of this fine life.” I rolled my eyes and tried to step past him, but I was hardly ever that lucky. It didn’t surprise me that my luck would not change that day.

As I pushed past his form, he grabbed my wrist rather roughly, and pulled me to within an inch of his face. I could feel my breath hitch and the small rational voice cursed my body as my heart pumped a bit faster. Blasted teenaged hormones, how could one even cope with such handicaps?

Raenis’ smile was tempting now, but not in the way the word is normally used. Tempting as in a new, kind way of seeing the boy’s face. As in I wanted to give in to his pestering and just walk beside him for a moment. What could be the harm in that? Or was that the proper usage of the word? I sighed at my own thoughts and pulled my face back a bit. Leave it to me to start a min-rant with myself about a word.

As if the older boy knew of my strange inner dialogue, he began to laugh again. This time it wasn’t as chilling as it was before and I braced myself for a few mood swings. It was bested to brace your self for one could never know what the older boy would do during one of them. This type of mood always stirred a small pain in my chest.

His smile was warm as his hand traveled down my wrist and lingered a bit on my fingertips. My arm shivered a bit at the strange feeling and I pulled it away from him sharply. “Why do you have to be so mean to me huh?” I bit my lip a bit as those unmatching eyes stared me down. ‘Because you’re pompous. Because you think you’re better then everything alive. Because I hate you.’ But when he was like this my insulting words could never leave my mouth. Instead I just sighed again and pushed his shoulder a bit in an attempt to get past him again. Apparently this was just as damning as the words could have been.

His smile faded a bit and he sighed as if he was exhausted. His shoulders stiffened then, making it harder for me to get passed him. He glared hatefully down at me and I wished I had insulted him instead; maybe he could have just shrugged that off. His voice was cold when he spoke to me next and it gave me a small chill. “What gave you this idea?” I blinked, obviously not following him, and he continued for me. “The stupid idea that you’re better then me?”

It was my turn to turn hate filled eyes on the taller boy. I took a few steps back, so I could see his face better, and glared. “What are you talking about? You’re the one who thinks that you can get away with anything just because you’re a little fucked up in the head.”

Shouldn’t have said that. I ignored the small part of my mind that always remained calm and rational and glared even darker at the filthy boy. For a moment I couldn’t read his face, than I saw the anger. The brief shot of hatred.

“Oh do forgive me for having a mild mood disorder; at least I’m not like you. What was it that your mother did?” I could feel eyes upon us now as Raenis’ voice grew in volume. “Oh yes, she tried to kill you didn’t she? Succeeded with your dad though, I wonder what made you so different. Maybe she hated you just that much more hm? She wanted to see you bleed before she never had to see your hideous face anymore. What a pity that she didn’t actually accomplish her wish, would have made my life a lot easier. Now, what kind of person does this make you after all of this hm? What kinda of problem does our lovely Liam have?”

I didn’t entirely know I was moving until I felt my fist make contact with the older boy’s cheek. When did I clench my fists? Yet again that voice went unnoticed as the older boy stumbled back into the doorframe of the entrance. He looked shocked at first, then a sickening smile over took his face as a crimson blob slowly made its way down his lip. My world spun dangerously and I wobbled a bit at the sight. He ran a thin finger over his mouth before holding it out to me. “Want some Li?”

I shoved past his outstretched arms and ran as fast as I could down the hall. That wasn’t entirely fast considering my naseoua and the people that blocked my way. I had become somewhat of a sight to see at the private high school know as Bartley Prep. As young and small as I was I didn’t need anymore help standing out, but that horrible boy made it that everyone knew my face. Everyone knew it and most of the boy’s hated it.

I managed to make it into the small windowless bathroom before I passed out and gripped as hard as I could on the porcelain sinks. My knuckles shook and matched the colour of the basins. How pathetic. I bowed my head so I couldn’t see my reflection and took a few deep breaths. Darkness spun around behind my closed eyelids and I almost gagged when the door opened behind me. I stayed silent, forlornly hoping that no one would bother me, but yet again my luck proved it’s self.

I felt a hand on my shoulder before it pulled me around to face the person it belonged to. And behold, my attackers were who I silently dreaded. I stared into the mud brown eyes of a boy I knew only as Gregory and his matching partner in crime, Stefan. It’s amazing what twins could do, but my fascination was always cut off when I saw their matching smiles.

“Are you going to cry again?” I tightened my throat but knew it wouldn’t help once they started. They always could somehow make the tears flow, be it from physical force or emotional abuse.

I shook my head and the other one laughed. This was one of the major things I hated about these two; I couldn’t even tell which one was which. They never spoke to each other using their names so it was like an insult to my intelligence. They had once told me after slamming me a few times into a wall; ‘And you think so highly of yourself, how smart can you be if you don’t even know the difference between us?’ It was true. The twin that had me in his grip let me go and smiled over at his brother. I could only imagine what they would do to me today.

Maybe they would beat me about the chest and back again to the point where I would have to hide the bruises from Terrance. Or maybe they would just slam my head a few times into the sink until I bled to their liking, whatever they would decide to do, I never could tell. I never even knew. I could hear the door open again from behind the twins and wished with all my might it would be a teacher or even another student, but of course my luck was never that rewarding. But then again, I do suppose he was the lesser of two evils.

When the matching faces of the twins moved aside I saw the face of the older boy I hated, his lip still stained with the red liquid I had forced from his body. Great, now I was in danger and nauseous again. His face was completely straight and the boys saw some sort of hidden message I must have missed. I often missed a lot when it came to Raenis. And it was curious because I cared.

The twins smiled nervously as they blocked me from view. I silently wondered if the older boy even knew I was there. “Picking on little boys, and I thought I was only that low.” Apparently he did. His voice was as blank as his face as he spoke to the matching boys and I was surprised they became as agitated as they did. One began to laugh for some odd reason, while the other one moved away from me. Raenis’ odd eyes fell on me and another shiver ran up my spine. That was why they became agitated; he was frightening in a very sadistic way.

His perfect face was as emotionless as I had thought, but it seemed haunted by something I couldn’t see. It was his eyes, the rational voice told me, his eyes seemed sadden by something. Did I do that to him? A sudden wave of guilt washed over me as my mind placed these things together and I frowned. Why was this upsetting me? Blasted hormones, it was the only rational reason.

“I think you boys should leave now.” It was more then a suggestion, even I could hear that, and they obeyed without a second thought. I watched them rush past Raenis, and was a bit perturbed at how he wouldn’t cease staring at me. I shifted a bit, my hands traveling backwards to grip the sink again, and sighed.

“Thank you.” My voice was soft and even more pathetic then I felt. How could I keep doing this to myself? Sooner rather then later I assumed I would need this boy to come to my rescue again so I figured I should keep him at least amused. But I didn’t even get a smile from my comment, not even a twitch. He just stood there, staring down at my frame as it shook unconsciously. Damn.

I let my hands fall from the porcelain and sighed as I tried to walk past him. He stopped me yet again as I assumed he would, but not in the manner I thought he would. I expecting a harsh hand to grasp onto me somewhere, but instead he just placed an arm in front of me, braced upon the doorframe. I cleared my throat a bit, something he would expect me to do in an attempt to clear him from my path, but he refused to even smile.

“I want to see it.” His words caught me off guard a bit and I looked up at him, confusion in my eyes I’m sure. He didn’t continue as I expected so I sighed. I had to word this properly if I wanted it to go in my favor. I had never seen this type of mood painted acrossed the older boy’s face so I wasn’t entirely sure how to respond.

I shrugged my shoulders a bit before taking a step back. Best to be away from him if he snapped again and hit me this time. I had seen Raenis hit things before; I didn’t want to be on the other end of that. “I don’t know what you are talking about. Please elaborate.” Maybe I shouldn’t be using such words with him. It wasn’t like I did it just to annoy him; it was just the way I had spoken since I was young.

But it didn’t annoy him; it didn’t even cause him to fault. Instead he sighed. Not in the way he had done earlier, but in a patient kind of way. Patience, now that was something I had never expected to come from this boy’s mouth, even in the form of a sigh. “The scar.” His hand reached out for my shirt and I could feel my pulse in my throat. I watched as his hand stopped, barely an inch from the small white buttons, then drop down to his side again. My path was still blocked by his other arm, but all I could concentrate on for that moment was the hand that had almost touched it. That one part of me that I no longer even touched.

I managed to break free from my shocked state and turned my back to him. I stumbled over to the sink again, gripped onto it, and bowed my head so not to see him in the treacherous mirror. I could feel his eyes piercing my back as I sucked in a few needed long breaths. “Get out.” The rational side of my mind was surprised at the force my voice had, but that part of me was growing smaller and smaller with each passing moment. All of me was surprised when I heard the door open then close quietly.

I lifted my head to the mirror and held in a scream. She stood behind me, her arms outstretched, with a frightening smile placed on her face. Her hair was tousled and face was dirty, but it was her. Her smile widened a bit when she saw that I was looking at her. “My disgusting boy.” My mother.

I turned sharply around, my head starting to ache terribly, but she wasn’t there. My breath was ragged as I slid down the small wall that was beside the sink. I could feel the burn of tears begin to form in my eyes and I closed them. You shouldn’t have done that.

There she was again, her head thrown back in what was a presumed scream, and my eyes shot back open. I didn’t breathe this time. Nothing was in the bathroom, nothing that shouldn’t be there anyway. I coughed a bit and slowly regain my footing. My legs shook as I ran a hand through my hair. If this kept going I wouldn’t be able to hide it from Terrance anymore. I was sure he was starting to figure it out anyway.

I heard a small chime in the distance and forced myself out the door. Most of the boys had filed obediently into their designated classrooms, but there were still a few stragglers. Lucky for me none of them even turned to me. Ha, lucky.

I walked sluggishly to my homeroom; my legs feeling heavier then they should, and groaned at the sight I saw. Whatever had been effecting Raenis in the bathroom had faded and he wore the same sadistic smile and he patted the chair beside him. Now that was just my luck.

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Hahahaha I had some fun writing this chapter, that's why I posted it with just emailed reviews. It introduces a few really fun characters. I loves Raenis and Liam, so far they are my fav characters that I've made in a long time. Well, I require at least one review before I post the third chapter, nd please post them on adult. I loves the attention in me email, but I wish I could see them here. Please and Thank you!