Love Lengths

Chapter Fourteen

Maggie

We sat in the living room after he’d made me another cup of tea. I asked him if he would come with me to the station knowing that he would need to make a statement as well and he agreed. Kyle suggested that we take a couple of days off school so that I could heal a little better before being shoved in a school hallway again.

I made a mental list of everything that I would need to do and added everything he may want to know to my list of explanations. We started with how I knew he would be my mate. The first time I touched him in the alley, I knew it. I couldn’t explain how, I just told him it was like light had flooded my brain, my heart, my soul, and I knew it was him; my Nanna had explained it to me once as she was happy, living her life, until she met my Grandpa, touched him and it was like she’d never known light or life, until that very moment; that was exactly how it felt for me with Kyle.

It terrified me.

We talked about how I had wanted to stay away so that he didn’t find out about my life, my secrets; I knew if he’d have found out he’d have wanted to help and could have been hurt.

I asked him to wait until the end before he asked any questions, I had to explain about Ashton and I couldn’t do it if he questioned me all the way through; I always knew this would be a hard topic one day, I just hoped I wouldn’t upset him too much.

“It was 2 years ago,” I swallowed hard and looked around the bright living room, the comfortable settee I was sat on with him opposite me on the matching pale grey chair. The room was a good size, not huge but big enough to fit a family that would sit together on a Saturday night and watch films. He shifted in his chair and looked at me, his hands around his coffee cup, I could tell he wanted something stronger.

“He took me to that Italian place in town; you know the one that closed down a year ago?” I shook my head with a dark laugh. “We ate and had an okay time, he offered to walk me home but I said I’d get the bus so I told him goodnight and headed for the bus stop. At first, when I heard him behind me, I thought he’d be upset because I hadn’t kissed him goodnight.” I shrugged and looked at him, to see if he could cope with where this was going.

“Keep going.” He whispered through gritted teeth.

“Okay… I decided to walk, I like to walk, as I’m sure you can tell, and walked down an alleyway next to a small school, I’d hoped that because he didn’t know where I was going he’d just give up. Anyway, I was half way down before I felt him directly behind me; I tried to keep calm and stopped to bend down and tie my shoe. I stood up and turned around, looking him square in the face and asked him what he was doing.” I shook my head and had to fight back the bile that was rising in my throat.

“Maggie, honey, it’s okay, I’m here.” I hadn’t even realised I was crying that hard, but I couldn’t see him through my tears anymore, his hand was rubbing small circles on my back and he coo’d gently into my ear small calming sounds. I breathe deep and carry on.

“He seemed so much taller then, in the dark, he towered over me; holding a knife in his hand, its tip aimed right at my stomach. I tried to cry out but his hand flew up behind my head and gripped my hair, pulling my head all the way back…” I sniffed and wiped the tears away with my sleeve, sat curled up now on the settee.

“Then I was on the floor, my head hit the brick wall that I lay next to; he was on top of me, knees locked around my stomach to keep me in place. I tried to scream but made myself stop as the knife tip pressed into my skin. He dropped the knife and held my arms down with his hands, bending to whisper in my ear ‘Sh, it'll be good, I promise. I’ll be a seer too and you won’t be a virgin anymore.’ Then he licked my neck, kissed my chest, ripped off my jacket and slid backwards to hover above my area.” I had to stop to have a drink, it was coming out faster than I’d planned but I couldn’t keep it in anymore. I could see the pain on his face as he heard about my not being pure anymore; my heart ached for him to understand.

“He stroked his hand down my skin, ripping the buttons off my blouse and grabbed my breast roughly in his hand. I remember crying and just willing him to stop, to let me go, but he didn’t.” I cried, “Kyle I’m sorry, but I have to keep going.” He nodded at me and waited, tears slipping down his cheeks.

“He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down, then my panties; all the while licking his lips. He bit my breast and my n****e bled, I cried out in pain and he just laughed and seemed to enjoy it more. He bit the skin of my stomach and forced his fingers inside of me; I couldn't help but scream in pain; his free hand clenched into a fist and smacked down onto my ribs so I had no breath to scream. I wanted to pass out, I begged the Goddess to take me there and then, I cried, I begged him to stop.”

My hands shook, I trembled under the words that were coming from my mouth, “He laughed at me and then he…he…he put his...you know... himself, his p***s inside me and moaned as I cried out, I could feel something trickling out of me and pleaded with him to stop. I had no fight left after that, he flipped me over and carried on, pushing my face into the ground as I sobbed. When he was done he slapped my face and demanded to know why he hadn’t automatically felt the transfer of powers, I couldn’t get my words out so I shook my head in defeat.” I couldn’t tell him that I’d bled for days following the attack, I was so sore I couldn’t walk properly, I'd scrubbed myself so hard I'd caused further bleeding and Goddess only knows what damage.

Kyle left the room, in a hurry, straight to the nearest sink in the kitchen and threw up for what felt like hours, I couldn’t breathe. I waited for him to come back, to tell me to leave, to get out. I wouldn’t blame him. He’d just found out that his future was me; he had no choice over it, and now he knows that I’m impure.

I decided to wait for him to return before apologising and begging him to let me make it up to him. That was it for me now, my fate was here with him, unless he didn’t want me, then I wouldn't have a mate, ever; and that would be just my luck.