My First Day In School

I wait for what feels like forever until the door opens again and red light is welcomed in once more. Someone new enters the room from behind me. It sounds like my father. The boots are wet and make a sickening slap each time the contact the ground. He takes incredibly slow steps to make his way towards his me- his lowly subject.

My vision blurs momentarily, then focuses and I freak out. I slap the hand away from me, scrambling back. Terror fires through me as my mind still tries registering what’s happening. I don’t get far in my scrambling as my back slams into a wall and I turn, panicking.

You’ve reached the classroom now, the right one, you’re sure, but there’s already people inside and you’re early, so you lean against a wall and wait. You keep your mind perfectly blank as you watch the students, now your peers, go by. You notice the rock in your shoe again, and you contemplate it’s and then your very own existence for a while, very heavy but not unpleasant before class thoughts.

“I really like what you’ve done to your hair.” His figures run through my short still black hair and then down the side of my face. A smug smirk on his face the entire time.

“Hey! Come on!” When my eyes bring the world into focus, I see the face of a man. He’s looking at me with a concerned expression.

I feel a warm presemce on the back of my neck. I turn and find the guy who came in late. He points to my seat, then himself. I shake my head and turn back. Again, he taps me and motion to my seat and then himself. I once again ignore him and return to my conversation with my brother. Before the guy can disturb me again the bell rings and the class starts to empty. I grab my bag and head towards the door.

He hisses at the scratch marks lining down his face. “What did he say about me now? Am I abusing you today?” He smirks, I don’t. The truth behind that smile is a horrifying reality he will never admit to without an apology.

I wasn’t a fool, I had loved a few men before Aroth, if it could even be called that in comparison. The thing that surprised me most was our first kiss. With others, kissing had felt nearly draining, like I was pouring myself into the other person. With Aroth… it was entirely different. It was strength fusing with strength. I could feel the power and a little something extra, seeping into my bones. His kiss did not drain, it ignited fires and tested boundaries

“May I be excused?” The teacher nods and I hustle out of the classroom, and i’m soon followed by

"It 's fine, come on," He says as he walks toward me and places his hand on my lower back sending a delicious shiver up my spine. We walk to

His bare muscular body rolls over to face me, I turn naturally to face him only to see the whites of his eyes staring right at me.

He catches up to me and looks down at me expectantly with his pleading brown eyes, waiting to see what I’ll say. I hold my ground despite my wavering resolve to stay mad at him, selfishly choosing to let him stay guilty for just a bit longer before I break and forgive him.

"Ooooo somebodys getting a little angry," He teases, lacing his voice in a seductive tone. I watched as his eyes shamelessly traveled up my body slowly. I could see him biting his lip, smirking as he once again met my gaze.

My breathing stops. My heart is practically beating out of my chest. I take a step up the stairs and align myself to the right of the railing. I pull the knife closer to my chest getting ready to stab the person coming up. I can see the shadow of the person coming up the stairs my body tense, ready to attack. The shadow turns into an outline, then into a man. I count the seconds in my head, closing my eyes, I feel a man's presence. I open my eyes ready to face whatever danger lies until I see a familiar face.

I expect him to shrug me off but instead his brows silently furrow together as he scrutinizes me. I almost shiver, being so close to him. For once he doesn't feel so mentally far. I feel like he’s really seeing me, not just looking in my direction. His gaze is so powerful.