Chapter 39

|Rose's P.O.V|

"Well?" I hesitantly ask Laura as she comes out of the bathroom.

She avoids eye contact, nodding. Her hands beside her, clenched tightly into fists. I walk up to her and hug her.

"What am I going to do?" She whispers, tears forming in her eyes.

"You're going to tell your parents. But I think it'd be better to tell Dylan first."

"How....How did you know it was Dylan?" She question with shock.

"Mal saw you going into his dorm."

"Oh."

"Come on, go find him and tell him then go to your parents."

"It's not that easy!" She cries.

"I know, but the longer you wait, the harder it'll be to tell them." I reason. I know it's hard. Heck I'd probably never leave the bathroom if I was her.

I went to take a shower after she left. However what is usually a comforting and relaxing shower, turned to be the complete opposite.

What was she thinking?

Well clearly she wasn't...

But...I would probably bury myself alive if I was in such a situation. Abortion will never be an option to me. I shouldn't be responsible for the death of another being. The heart is one of the first organs to develop, it's ridiculous how people say that the unborn baby is not technically 'alive.' It's actually alive, it feels, it hears.

I sigh, walking towards the library to return the books I borrowed. Upon entering, I happen to bump into Angelica.

"Oh, Rose! Hi." She smiles, holding the door open for me to enter.

"Hey, Angel." I smile, walking in. I didn't expect her to follow.

"Sooo...what are you doing?"

"Uhm...returning my books." I hold them up for her. I still can't believe she thinks we're friends. 

"I was just going to look for you, I need to ask you something." She says in her soft voice, tucking a blond strand of hair behind her ear.

"Sure, go ahead."

"Since you're the top student in biology, can you...uhm help me?"

I grin, happy that someone wants my help. I've always liked helping people and I get this extra warm feeling in my chest when someone wants me specifically to help them with something.

"Yeah sure! We'll start tomorrow at five?"

"Yup! Thanks Rose!" She hugs me and leaves. I stare at her retrieving figure. Who knew Angelica was somewhat...nice?

My phone in my pocket suddenly vibrates. Taking it out, I notice a message from Malcolm.

'Need to tell you something, meet me in my dorm.'

I frown, finding his message weird. He always adds an emoji after all his text messages. It may be a small thing to notice but something tells me that maybe there's something wrong with him.

I rush towards his dorm, knocking on the door. "Mal? It's me." The door opens slightly, and I take a peep noticing that it was completely dark. Why are his shutters closed?

"Malcolm?" I open the door more, but was suddenly pulled inside and pushed against the wall with someone's warm breath on my neck, breathing heavily.

"W-who are you? Malcolm is that you?" I question blindly in the dark, feeling nervous.

My hands were above my head, held in a tight grip around the wrist. The person suddenly pushes their body against me and I shiver as I felt a hardness against my thigh. I inhale, for some reason not feeling as scared as I should be. But froze when I recognised the cologne.

"K-Kyle..." It wasn't even a question. I knew it was him.

I close my eyes as I felt his lips on my neck, leaving a hot trail of kisses down to my collar bone. "I missed you..." He breathes as he attacks with more kisses. He sucks and nips at my neck, causing my knees to wobble in pure bliss.

"Do you know how crazy you've been driving me lately?" His deep lust filled voice, whispers near my ear. An involuntary shiver makes its way down my spine. 

"I haven't been doing anything." I grit out harshly as the reality came crashing back down.

I could feel that his lips were so close. So close that I can almost taste and feel the sweetness and softness of them.

An ache was suddenly placed in my chest. He's been kissing and sleeping with half the female population at this boarding school. I was suddenly revolted by his presence.

"Bitch! Get away from me!" I thrash in his hold, however he only pushed his body closer, nearly distracting me. I then jerk my knee up, hitting him right in the sensitive area.

He groans in pain, leaving a good amount of space between us. "Isn't his what you've wanted, Rose?" That was the second time he had ever said my actual name. I choke back a sob as I remember in the first time he ever said it. It was the day he left, grief and pain permanently etched onto his gorgeous face.

And it was because of me.

My eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness of the room and I noticed that he wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Or.... did you want me dead?" There was absolutely no emotion in his voice. No anger or sadness, not even hurt or guilt.

He sounded almost dead.

I sniff, wiping my eyes. "I didn't mean it when I said that..."

"Really?" He questions, bored. "Usually people blurt things out when they're angry and I understand that. I really do. Rage can blind people and cause them to spill whatever to hurt the other. But in most cases, when the person does regret what they say, they will immediately try to apologise. You didn't. How do you want me to believe all these lies coming out of you right now?"

"Please stop..." I sob, covering my face. He was making me feel so guilty. Making me hate myself. I know what I said was heartless, wasn't that enough to show him that I am aware of my mistake and I tried apologising. Had I really hurt him that bad or is this all to get revenge?

"You want me to stop?" He scoffs. "Did you think about stopping when you threw dagger after dagger right through my heart with your words?" He grits out, coming closer. "Did you think about stopping even though you knew my life and my daily struggle yet you used that all against me. Made me vulnerable, made me hurt, made me fucking hate myself and my life and actually considered death for a moment." He was now foot to foot with me. His voice held venom. 

"ANSWER ME!" He yells, smashing his fist against the wall next to my head.

I scream out from shock, my eyes wide and cheeks stained with fresh tears.

What had gotten into him? He was never a violent person...

He then leans his forehead against mine and closes his eyes tightly. He stayed like this for a few seconds, not moving. It wasn't until I felt something wet and warm land on my chest did I realise something.

He's alone.

He feels lonely.

He lost the only person who gave him a sense of belonging, and so he went around whoring with every girl to feel something. Anything.

"K-Kyle..." I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him closer. He buried his face in my neck as he shook gently. I gently rub his back soothingly, sliding down the wall with him in my arms.

"I really am sorry Kyle," my eyes water again. "I-you were right about Alec. You were right about everything. I do have feelings for you, I did try to neglect what I felt for you but please believe me when I say I regret everything I said."

He finally lifts his head up from my neck and looks at me. His gaze so deep and intense, full of so many emotions it was almost overwhelming.

I was however thrown off guard when he suddenly smirks.

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