Speak [2/2]
Chapter Two
I woke up extra early so I could sneak out and go to the bathhouse with Minho. We were planning to go before school so it seemed reasonable to hang out there when we were going to take showers anyways when we woke up. It was really dark outside and I had to take out a flashlight to get myself around the house. I stumbled into a few things before I got out. I headed down the stairs and jumped into Minho’s arms, a smile creeping onto both of our faces. I poked his nose until he let me down,” Sorry I missed your party last night, I had some business.”
Minho smiled as he patted my back,” Getting it on last night I see? It’s alright, boyfriends need attention too.”
He was so understanding it made me sick. It made me want to take back the ‘yes’ for Jonghyun and give it to Minho instead.
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“Why is this water so hot…?” Minho splashed it around my body a little bit before turning me around to scrub my back. A hand was connected to my left arm and the other was swirling around a soft cloth. It was nice, being like this, handled with care. I wish Jonghyun was still like this; soft and gentle.
I bent my back closer to my knees and he went lower, scrubbing any sign of dirt to the naked eye. I closed my eyes and rested my head on my palms. He started stopping and slowing down so I got up and turned around,” What happened?”
He pointed to my hip bone, it was bright purple now. I flinched when I touched it and his eyes got wider. He pulled me back into the steaming water and kept his voice low. “He’s hitting you again? Kibum, why didn’t you tell me?! I told you that the next time he hits you I’m going to the police.”
I held onto his hands, and begged,” Please! You can’t do that Minho, he said it was his last time, he promised!” Minho took his hands out of my grasp and headed for his towel. He swung it around his hips and pulled on a shirt. He grabbed his bag and walked to the door, stopping to look at my bruised body. I could see his Adams apple bob from gulping.
“He promised you more than fifty times, Kibum. I let you go for him, if he can’t take care of you then it’s a waste, I’m turning him in.”
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Minho didn’t look at me in class, he kept his eyes on the board and never left. I knew he did it, everything about him screamed it. I sighed deeply before going back to my work; I’d die today.
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I watched the teacher go on about how sex works. She was getting deeper into the subject as a note came. She talked to the student a little before turning back to the class,” Kibum, office wants you.” I gathered my stuff and took the paper from her hand. I turned around and faced Minho,” Thanks… thanks a lot.”
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I walked into the office and slid my backpack to the ground to rest my hands in my lap. The principal stepped out of his office so the police could question me. My heart was thumping against my ribcage so hard I was sure it would break. One of the buffer men sat down in the chair and placed a folder in between his hands. He started taking out papers and presented them in front of me to inspect. They were my hospital bills and visits; there were a lot.
I sat my back upright once again and sighed,” I’m an athlete, I do sports, I get hurt, no big deal.” The lanky one turned around with another page and showed it to me, the letter that proved I went to see the doctor to do a rape kit. I shrugged, my face as plain as the blank poster hanging on the wall,” I’m sexually active, yes. What are you trying to prove?”
The bulldog pulled the chair back and let out a little growl,” Well, we got a report today that says you are being both, sexually abused and physically. Doesn’t that alarm you in the least, mister…”
“Mr. Kim Kibum. And no, it doesn’t, because people shouldn’t get their noses in other people’s shit. We all have fantasies, I like it hot and erotic, want details?” Kibum started pulling off his hoodie slowly before the police men shouted a loud and abrupt,” STOP! You are being abused by Kim Jonghyun, just say it! You know you are, we know you are, and Jonghyun already told us. There isn’t any need to act like this.”
Kibum cocked his head,” Then why would I need to say it? I think this little gathering is over; I don’t fall for funny tricks like that, mister police guy. Have a good day, have some sex; it’ll boost up your mood.”
And like that he walked out of the office, his pride hanging by a thread as he exited the building and back to his homeroom.
The big policeman closed the folder with a long sigh,” I pity that kid, too bad we can’t do anything to stop it.”
The skinny one nodded, packing up their materials that weren’t used and shoving it into a bag. “Yeah, it’s a real shame. How about some doughnuts before our next stop?” They both chuckled and headed out the door and into their car.
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"Hey, isn't that the kid we talked to a couple weeks back?" his partner nodded, watching the screen as the picture flashed. He added in," He's... he's missing."
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hate how it ended -.-
well onto finishing up my two chaptered!!