Scarlet scars

Chapter 23: Micheal?

Scarlet

The blaring of my alarm woke me up from my deep slumber. I turned off the alarm and tried to get off the bed but then a sharp pain in my head made me lay my head back down on the pillow. I winced as the throbbing in my head continued with full force.

I smiled as I recollected how my day went yesterday. How he helped me clean and that kiss... I blushed thinking about that kiss. And then... and then my aunt came back!... I sat up abruptly as realisation hit. My aunt came back last night! I thought through everything that happened next and up to me falling asleep in Jays arms. I didn't remember finding a way out for him. what if something happened to him? or worse, what if he got caught and they sent him to the police, oh no.. what could I do?

maybe I was thinking too much and he left unscathed and unseen. I could have heard something if the former would've been the case. I could only hope for the best. All maybe everything was not real and my mind just conjured it all up.

I looked all around the room just to make sure I wasn't dreaming about what happened last night and he was really there. He was not in the room but I could've sworn I slept in his arms last night. I know I'm acting like I was drunk, but it's not everyday that I receive love and care from people.

The fact that my aunt came back last night, was believeable. My headache was proof enough of her presence. On the bright side Micheal came back as well. At least one person who cares about me in this house.

I picked up my phone to check the time as I had long put out my small bedside clock on break. Though mainly I wanted to find out where Jay was. A piece of paper fell to the floor and with a puzzled expression I picked it up.

"Good morning Brave, I actually managed to sneak out when everyone went to bed. I coding wake you either, but I did remember my way out. so no need to with.

You look more beautiful when you are asleep and may I remind you, you snore. loudly. But don't worry, I think it's cute and I won't tell. See you later in the day.

Kisses

Jay"

I smiled brightly as I read his note. He could have just sent me a text message. But I must admit this meant way more and I was touched. I could imagine that annoying grin on his face when he was making fun of me. Don't believe it, I do not snore. Not all. Maybe I drool in my sleep, but I do not snore. You must be thinking 'eww gross' but it's not like I've not tried to stop okay, it's involuntary. Completely.

Any way what did he mean by he would see me later in the day?

I kissed the little note and placed it in one of my favourite books. I made a mental note to text him later in the day to find out how he was and to tell him not to plan anything that would land me bruises on my skin. I still needed to heal the ones I already had.

I checked the time on my phone and I sighed. Since my family was back I couldn't sleep in like the past 2 days.

It was only 4:30 in the morning and I dragged myself to the bathroom to clean up and prepare breakfast for everyone. I should at least be on my best behavior to avoid trouble.

I looked at myself in the mirror and my eyebags were back. I stared at eyes for a while thinking about why I was so weak. I cried in front of Jerald, more than once. He must think I'm such a weak baby. Though I did feel all warm when he wiped my tears and his thumb brushing against my skin and my lips.

My gaze fell to my lips and I remembered his soft warm ones on mine. How his hands held me. So softly, patiently and yet firm. My belly fluttered at the thought of other things.

Would you call me a p*****t for wanting more? More of what I didn't know?

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I was in the kitchen washing the dishes after serving breakfast. I could hear happy voices in the Hall as they chatted and laughed about everything. Even though they treated me badly, I envied how they loved each other.

After some time in the kitchen, I felt Someone's arms wrapped around my waist from behind. I startled and my body went stiff.

"Goooood morning Scar" I heard Michael spell out in a sing song voice. Why the hell was he always so touchy whenever he was around? It irked me to the point of getting goose bumps. I know I like Michael because he was always friendly to me. More like, ever since I was in high school. But I hated it when he got so touchy.

I felt something heard poke my lower back and I jumped dropping the cup I was holding in the sink. What the?

"M-m-m Micheal... W-w-what a-a-re you doing?" I stuttered out trying to wriggle my way out of his hold. But his grip was tight.

"Just saying morning to you Scar" he said putting his head in my neck as if sniffing for something. I was as confused as hell and I couldn't place what was going on. If there is such a thing as getting goose bumpier, I did. Like you know you already have goose bumps, but you actually get more? You get it? no.

I felt sick to my stomach. I know I said I liked him, but that, that was too much.

"Pl-please let me g-go... I-I..."

He cut me off " why are you getting all worked up Scar? Can't I hug my cousin anymore? " he said letting me go, taking a step back. I gulped as turned around to face him. He had that sickening smirk on his face that irritated the hell out of me. And the way he was calling me Scar all of a sudden made me sick. It was giving Lion king vibes. But in a Scar bad way.

"N-n-no.. I.. I was just uhm.." I had the urge to look down and actually check for what had poked my back and some part of me was telling me to not look because I already knew what it was, but the bigger i***t part was saying otherwise.

And when I did, I felt everything I had injested that morning coming back up my throat. Which was just water by the way. I'm so used to not having breakfast in the morning.

Why in the Lords name was his thing down there so visible. I thought guys had some kind of trick to make it invisible but his could be seen through his sweat pants and I couldn't stay there for long, I ran out of the kitchen and straight to my room and slammed the door shut. I grabbed my shirt on my chest area trying to calm the erratic beating of my heart.

I know I might not be experienced with how male bodies work, but I have learnt a lot so far to know that, it didn't react on it's own but with stimuli. What was I even thinking? He was my cousin. He wouldn't think about me in such a way. Would he? I contemplated everything in my head and decided to not think too much. It was obvious I was.

I remembered reading that it sometimes happens in it's own in the mornings and that settled some of my doubts about Michael. Maybe that was it.

I did the rest of my chores praying and hoping I wouldn't run into my cousin Michael again. I knew it was impossible though but it was as though luck smiled on me this time as I heard them all discussing the party they were going to throw for Michael since he was finally back and ready to take over the business.

They went out shortly after and I was thankful. I quickly did all my chores and left for Mr Grande's.