16

I was sitting on the edge of the counter, the island, at her kitchen; watching as she paces up and down to grab the needed supplies.

My feet sways back and forth, waiting patiently.

She hasn't really spoken to me much. I think she's mad that I didn't give her more information.

It still replays in my mind, my drunk, foggy mind.

The way Felix grabbed me, the way he bit me.

I did want it, but he wanted more.

I snap back into reality as I see Daniela walking towards me with a box full of supplies in her hands.

She places it down next to me and steps in between my legs.

She cleaned the blood off my face, and used a wet cloth to clean my cheek. She then stepped back and scanned my entire body until she reached the bruises on my knees. She gently applied some cream on it, just to smooth it, but she stopped as her eyes travelled up my legs.

She paused, then looked at me. "Lift up your dress."

I frown. "What?"

"Darling, I need to see it-- your bruises. I can see the redness."

I didn't even know.

That's the first time she ever called me that. She must really feel bad for me.

I felt myself becoming warm, but only lifted my dress up a few inches to reveal the bruises.

Fingerprints.

Professor just kept staring at it, her eyebrows furrowing down together.

She took a deep breath in.

"¡maldita sea!"

Spanish again. Great.

"Is it bad?" Dumb question, but I felt like I needed to say something in this moment.

"What do you think?" She replied sarcastically.

I stay quiet.

Daniela moved her fingers higher up my thigh, and unconsciously my muscles tense. She definitely felt it-- her eyebrows raised, and I could tell she was holding back a laugh.

Why do I always have to do something to make me embarrassed. It's not even my fault, I'm just insanely sensitive at my legs and thighs.

"Was it Elijah?" She asks looking up to me.

A chill ran through my spine as she touches the marks on my thighs. But also for the fact that she's so close to me and that Elijah didn't do this, but his brother did.

"No." I manage to say.

She said sternly, "If it wasn't Elijah, then you practically cheated on him."

"What, no. We're not together."

"You're his Valentine."

"That doesn't mean I like him! Plus, I was drinking earlier... and I'm still young, I wanted to experience what it felt like. I just didn't know he'd take it that far to where I was asking for him to stop."

"Why would you fuck someone you don't even like?" She snaps, unconsciously gripping my thigh tighter.

I let out a muffled wince as pain shot down my thigh.

Her eyes widen and she immediately took her hand away from me.

She steps back, shaking her head. This time, I stared at her with disbelief. She was shaking next to me, reaching out to the counter besides me to hold her up.

Before I could say anything, she pushed herself away and ran her hands through her hair. She got herself a glass of ice cold water and drank it at the sink behind me.

"I was engaged to this guy." She was more calmed down, "We went to a bar one day, just to have fun. He took it literally and got drunk. I went to the bathroom and came back to see him grinding behind another girl on the dance floor. He touched her, kissed her, licked her."

Professor walked back to me, in between my legs again. My eyes flicked back and forth between hers.

"I slept with that same woman to get revenge on him."

My jaw fell to the ground.

She's... gay?

Oh shit.

Iris might be right!

I gulp, "Oh. I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it was the best thing that ever happened to me." She stared at me coldly.

I honestly didn't know what to say, so I just kept my lips shut.

She changed the topic quickly, "Victoria, I need to get the police involved in this." She reached out for her make-up bag and started covering the bruises on my neck.

"I'm serious, Daniela. Please." I practically beg, "I don't want things to get out of control any further. I'm never going to see him again anyways. Let's just leave it there. We never talk about this again and tell nobody. Seriously, I'm not hurt in any way."

I'll never see him again, because I'll tell Elijah we have to stop seeing each other.

No Elijah equals no Felix.

"It will only be a matter of time before someone finds out. You can't just ignore it. It'll eat you out from the inside. You need to see someone-- to talk to someone about it."

"You're acting like I was... you know." I mumble, "Well, I wasn't. I gave my full consent. I just, told him to stop and he kept going a little further, so I had to take action."

"That's the exact definition of--"

"No, it's not!"

I flinched as professor slammed the makeup down onto the counter besides me.

She stepped away again.

Her cheeks sucked in as she bit on it from the inside of her mouth. Her eyes found the floor.

The air filled with this angry tension. I didn't want to move, because it didn't felt my place to do anything right now. She's the one clearly more mad than I am, which I don't understand why.

She looked back up to me. "I should take you home."

"What?" I frown, "You said you'll be here for me though."

"Victoria, I'm right in front of you. But you don't want to communicate." She closed her eyes for a split second, trying to wrap her head around everything.

"Can I just please stay a little longer?" I ask softly, "Adeline's probably staying over at my house."

Professor, intrigued, fold her arms and arched an eyebrow up. "Adeline?"

Her jaw clenched.

I sigh, jumping off from the counter and land in front of her.

"My dad's girlfriend."

She nods, suspiciously.

"Please, Daniela. I want to stay."

"You can't."

"Please."

"No."

"Come on."

"No, not going to happen."

Daniella turned around and grabbed her car keys.

"Please!"

In an instant, she spun around. My breathing caught in my throat with the close contact. She was right in front of me.

I could feel her body heat and smell her toxic perfume that stung my nose.

For some reason, her eyes looked prettier than usual. It was enchanted again.

I'm definitely not drunk anymore, but why do she look so attractive.

My hearts beating faster than usual too.

She muttered, "It's too dangerous." Her eyes flicked back and forth between mine.

My eyebrows furrow together.

"Why." I whisper, "Why's it dangerous? We did it before."

Her eyes looked down at my lips before going up to my eyes again.

My cheeks lit up.

What the hell?

Suddenly, my stomach started turning and all the liquid and food I inhaled wanted to come up.

My eyes widen and I gripped my bottom stomach.

Daniela stepped back, concerned.

I pushed pass her and jog up the stairs to her bathroom. The door burst open and I drop onto my knees in front of the toilet; holding the sides with both hands and kneeling over with my head almost inside.

I felt her presence behind me as she pulled back my hair and hold it up as I vomit.

As I finished, tears rolled down my eyes.

I felt numb after today.

I flip around onto my ass, leaning against the toilet. She kneels down next to me, getting to my level. My head lowers onto my chest, feeling like a zombie.

She tug my hair behind my ears, causing me to look up at her.

This was a rare moment: her eyes soften as she looks at me.

She grabbed a piece of toilet paper and passed it towards me. I quickly wipe my mouth off and throw it in the toilet behind me.

I whisper sadly, looking deeply into her eyes. "Don't make me go."

She takes a deep breath in, hesitating. "You need rest. It's been a long day."

She stood up, holding her hand out for me. I grab it, and wipe my tears off with my other hand.

Daniela pulled me up and placed her other hand on my lower back as she leads me through the bathroom.

I sit on her bed as she lets go of me.

"Get some rest." She whispered.

She said walking away, running her hair through her hair, frustratedly.