I smiled as I walked through the hallways of my high school.
"Hey, Ester!! Come!" My friends called me.
"Coming!" I grinned as I walked to them. As I was walking towards them, I stumbled and fell on the ground.
"Can't you watch?! SG!" SG... Almost everyone called me that. Scar Girl. I looked down as I walked to my friends. They smiled and comforted me.
"It's alright, leave them be," Emily reassured as I passed her a weak smile.
After a few months, they called me to the bathroom.
"Emily? Anne? Giselle?" I called them but I didn't hear anything. I turned around as I heard the 'click' sound of the door being closed. My heart began to beat faster.
"Emily... Open the door..." I said. She put her index finger on her lips and smirked,
"How about 'No'? SG" She hissed as I took a step back. My eyes teared up. My back hit something hard. I turned and saw Giselle and Anne. They all are smirking. I gulped as I tried to get away but they held me. I began to cry out loud and Anne covered my mouth while Giselle opened a few buttons of my shirt.
"Stay Still SG!" Emily yelled as she began to take pictures of my ugly scar. I cried and cried but no one listened...
*****
I suddenly woke up screaming.
"What happened?!" I heard the exasperated voice of Desmond because I woke him up. My breathless formed, screamed again as I jerked back. I fell from the bed and crawled into a corner as I let out loud cries of misery. I was so afraid, my fears were at their peak.
Desmond rushed to my side as I crawled back in fear.
"Are you alright, Ester?" He asked softly, bending to my level. I shut my eyes and put my hands in the air,
"Getaway!" I shouted and began to cry. My messy form is being suffocated. It was so hard to breathe.
"Please... Stay away... " I sobbed as my face filled with tears. I couldn't open my eyes. I thought I angered Desmond by my action. He must be angry. He's already angered and now he must be furious. My petrified form began to sob very loudly. I am terrorized by that nightmare.
Instead of Desmond's anger, I was greeted by his arm, wrapping themselves protectively around me. He pulled me close as my breath hitched.
"Shh... It's alright... I am here.." He said in a comforting manner as he rubbed my back. I tried to get away. I am really startled by his actions. It scares me.
"You hate my scar too!" I cried as I tried to get away. But, he held me close.
"I don't... If I do, Why would I kiss it?" He said in a gentle tone, trying to calm me down. I sniffed as I grabbed his shirt and put my head on his chest, unintentionally. I began to cry out loud. My tears soaked his shirt as he rubbed my back, trying to soothe me. The terror of that day still haunts me. My whole body trembled from dread. The gasps of fright escaped by my lips. My mind is in the depths of my terror. The pain, the agony, is too much to bear. It's crushing me helplessly.
"I don't want to be hurt! Not anymore!" I sobbed.
"It's alright, I won't let anyone hurt you..." I sniffed as I looked up and looked at him. He looked so worried. He cupped my cheek with affection, his other hand not leaving my back. He leans in. I began to release heavy pants. He got so close to me. Our lips almost touch. I closed my eyes as I spoke up in a vague whisper,
"You as well?" He pulled me close to his chest. He ran his fingers through my hair as his other hand was constantly rubbing my back. He spoke in a low and gentle tone,
"Me as well." I snuggle closely as I cry my heart out and let those cries of anguish out. The cries are suffocating me. I let out convulsed gasps as I felt darkness before me and before I knew it, I collapsed into Desmond's arms.
I slowly opened my eyes. I adjusted my eyes to the light of sunlight, penetrating through the curtains, igniting the room. My head is aching. I let out a soft pant as I felt my whole body being burned up. I felt that the source of heat was from somewhere else. I tilt my head as I see Desmond's chest firmly pressed against my back. My heart began to race. I remembered what happened last night. He comforted me. I smiled weakly. The throbbing pain in my head isn't letting me feel the happiness that is building up inside of me.
I relaxed in his embrace. His arms are protectively wrapped around me. I put my hand over his and smiled.
"How are you feeling?" I heard Desmond's sleepy voice. I blushed as I tried to get away; thinking he might be angry but he just tightened his grip as he snuggled closely to me. He inhaled my scent and closed his eyes.
"Don't go... who knows when that moment will come again.." He said, still being sleepy. I relaxed in his arms as I also closed my eyes.
"Thank you Desmond..." I smiled as he hummed in response. Goosebumps form on my skin when he hummed.
"What about your office?" I asked again. I just want to talk to him. The lack of conversations bothers me a lot. It made me feel like I live in this house alone.
"Don't wanna go.." He said nuzzling close. Is he alright? Is he even my Desmond? It's not that I am complaining. I want him to be like that forever.
"Des-"
"Oh Shut up, Ester. Can't we sleep in silence?" I felt his frown as I giggled a little.
"Okay.." I smiled and drifted to sleep.
I smiled widely as I felt exhilarated. Nothing in this world can make me happier than this. I felt a fluttering happiness inside me. His arms are making me feel safe. Nothing can be compared to this feeling of affection. The compassion I strive for. What I desire. What I was dying for.
Today is the best day of my life. I don't want this feeling to end ever. I want this moment to last forever. Me, in his embrace having a divine feeling of solace and love.
I woke up and saw Desmond's arms wrapped around me protectively. I grinned like an idiot. I am so happy. I couldn't ask for more. I want nothing but this moment to last forever. I felt really hot. The heat radiating by Desmond's body is too much. I turned and faced him. He looks perfect in every way. The moments in which I relax in his presence are rare. Those moments are my salvation. I smiled as I looked at his enchanting looks. My smile faded when I noticed; he was panting. I manage to free my hand from his tight embrace as I put it over his head. He is burning. I struggle to get out of his grasp. I heaved as I got out of the bed; even though I don't want to. I want to stay in his arms. I went to the kitchen and came back with a bowl of cold water and a towel.
"Where were you?" I heard Desmond's voice, filled with concern.
"Desmond, you are sick. You need to see a doctor." I said, putting the bowl on the nightstand.
"I don't need anything. I need you!