Chapter Fifteen

Deeper, yet with more tender than yesterday.

He fucked me so hard and so goo that even me didn't want to stop. I don't want it to end, but it did. And for the rest of the night, we lay down on a soft bed, staring at the ceiling. 

"Vin, I have a story idea. But I only plan on writing it once the story of us is done."

He was silenced for a moment, "It'll be done soon, don't worry."

I looked at him, "What does that mean?" I asked. My heart was beating so fast. 

He looked at me as if he didn't say anything suspicious, and so innocent, "I mean, I'm sure you'll end the story soon. Our story is getting a little bit boring, and it's all sex now. Sweet dates, then sex. Sweet moments, then sex. It's not like we have problems with jealousy, since I'm not even alive." I sat up and just looked at him. He glanced at me, smiled, and sat up with me. He held my hand, "What about you tell me that story idea of yours, then I'll give some suggestions?"

He already changed the topic. And it's not like I can do more about it. So, I decided to just ignore it, too. Not making a big deal out of it. I started telling him my ideas. He agreed to some of it, he disagreed with some, and suggested a better idea to replace it. It was beautiful. Everything we shared together was so beautiful. I feel like, if I'm going to write that story, I should give him some credit. 

And when I woke up, I immediately typed some of the ideas, wrote down some additional information, and created a possible profile of the characters. 

And for a few nights, we didn't do any sexual things. All we did was share ideas, and talk about the books and comics I've read so far. I told him my favorite anime series, and the anime that made me cry for months, although he already knew that. He asked me about my plans after I graduated nursing and passed my board exam. 

"Well, I want to apply at Washington University Medical Center. I'll work there for a few years, save up money, maybe do a part time job as well, and then, I'll enroll at Washington University for a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature. Well, if it's available by the time I can enroll." I answered excitedly.

"So, you finally have plans."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, when I asked you before, all you answered was…"

"I don't know. I'm not planning to stay here longer anyway."

"Oh…" I was speechless, because I remember answering those. I don't know what changed. I even slowly forget the bullies, the names, the faces. I barely looked at the photos, and changed them into anime characters bit by bit. My heart doesn't clenched tight by hearing their names, or the rumors they might have spread. It was as if I finally moved on. 

I heard him chuckle, and I saw the warmth in his smile, "Go wake up. You have a school project shooting today. See you tonight, my love." He kissed my forehead as I closed my eyes, and when I opened it, I'm at my room, with my alarm going off. 

That day, my day goes on as always. After filming some, my friends and I decided to eat lunch. And the guy that I had an argument with when the school days were just starting decided to come with us. It was awkward but we both knew that I already sent him a message saying sorry, because I admit, it was my fault, and I regret doing it. 

He sat down beside me. We ordered food, and talked a lot. My friends asked him some questions, he shared some gossip and issues, and we also did. It feels like we got closer. We took a group photo together. And when we all got home after shooting, I messaged him once again. 

[Niall]

[Yes?]

[Since we opened Jay earlier, I'm really sorry. I regret leaking you, really. I thought he was kind, and all that, that's why I felt like he deserves to know but he doesn't. I learned my lesson now, and I won't do it again. Sorry] 

[It's fine]

[Are we okay now?]

[Yea yea]

[I just don't like snitch people]

[I really won't do it again.]

[Okay. Forget it now.]

 But I didn't expect that that interaction and conversation would flip everything around between me and Vin. And he did the thing that I was scared of him doing, yet excited to see what it will look like. And I'll tell you, it was terrifying as fuck. 

 "Who was that?"

 "What?" I asked, confused. Because I just fucking got here. 

 "You know what I mean, and who I mean." He now has a dark aura revolving around him. So, I tried my best to remember who I interacted with that might give him this kind of attitude. 

 "Who? Is it Niall you're talking about?"

 He sighed and turned his back on me. "He was just a classmate. And conversation on messenger, that was just me apologizing for my past mistake. Nothing more." And suddenly, I was just here, sitting on a wooden chair, my wrist tied down on the armrest of the chair, my legs tied down on the front legs of the chair, and with cloth tied around my mouth. 

 "Just a classmate. What a fucking excuse." He said. I tried to speak up, but nothing came out, only muffle words. "Shut the fuck up." He shushed me, looking at me with the sharpest eyes he ever gave me. Suddenly, a naked Niall appeared in front of me. I closed my eyes shut, but I felt Vin's hand grabbed my chin, and made me look up, "Open those fucking eyes, or I'll pierce them until you go blind even when you wake up." And knowing that the stab he did to me the first encounter hurt me even in real life scared the shit out of me. I slowly opened my eyes, trembling under his touch. "Good girl. Now, see the Niall go fucked up in front of you."

 He went out of the way, and I saw how Niall masturbated in front of me. I was disgusted. I wanted to close my eyes, cry, and scream, but only a muffle cry came out of my mouth. Vin showed up again with a whip in his hand. He hit Niall, and I can hear the painful pleasure moaning out of him as he jerked off. My tears started falling. For some reason, I feel so bad, I feel disgusted, yet I feel excited. Not because of Niall that was naked, but because I should be the one in his place. I should be the one getting hit, not him. That was my fantasy. 

 Vin grabbed Niall's neck from behind, "Is this the guy you're talking to behind my back? Moan louder, you fucking whore." And as if Niall was his slave, he moaned even louder. His hand moved up and down on his dick even faster. And as if it was not enough, Vin created a dick toy, made Niall bend over, and shoved it in his ass. 

 Vin walked towards me, went behind me, and grabbed my neck to make me stare at Niall to get off. "That's the guy? Hm? You're cheating behind me with that guy?" First of all, I'm not cheating. Second, Niall isn't my type!

I felt Vin's hand go down inside my pants, and his fingers rubbed my clit. I moaned over the slick of the cloth in my mouth. It is going overboard now. This is too much that I am fantasizing about. He continues to rub my clit down to my entrance, as I kept me watching Niall get off from jerking his dick and a toy shoved up his ass. "Cheat again, and I'll do even more cruel than this, do you understand me?" And without hesitation, I nodded as much as I could with tears in my eyes. "I hope he's dreaming about this, too. So that he'll know his place."

And that's the fucking thing I never want to happen. At that moment, I didn't believe in the power of God, but I prayed that Niall doesn't know any of this. And luckily, the cloth around my mouth slipped down, and I said the magic words, "You know what–" I never hesitated with the magic word before, but at that moment, I was scared it wouldn't work but thankfully it did. I woke up, with tears, panting, traumatized at my own fantasy. 

I told Devyn what happened, and she was shocked. And the more details I tell her, the more I feel like I should stop telling people things about us. Yes, I might have written this to share our story, but face-to-face telling people about Vin, I feel crazier. I started to feel what Tesha has been telling me, that I should consult a therapist. That it was all hallucinations. Tesha doesn't want to admit it straight, but I know she's embarrassed to be with me because of this. I mean, who wouldn't? Having a crazy girl by your side. So, I promised myself that it would be the last time I will open Vin. 

But forget about that. Let's go back to all the pain, excitement, anger, trauma that all mixed up that night; I decided to punish in my own way now. 

"I'm sorry." again. He's saying it again. That fucking sorry. 

"I'll forgive you in one condition."

"I'll do anything."

"Stop watching my day." He flinched at my words. I saw that. It was painful seeing him like that. But I should teach him a lesson. "I want you to just stay here, do whatever you want, or whatever. I don't care. As long as you won't watch my day. Don't watch whatever flashes in front of you."

He was silenced for a moment, kneeling, staring on the floor, his hands resting on his thighs. But after a few more minutes, "Okay. I won't watch your day." He answered. He then stood up and hugged me, although I didn't hug him back, but I rested my chin on his broad shoulders. "I'm really sorry. Please bear with me. Just until new year's eve."

I pushed him gently, breaking the hug, "What do you mean? What does "until new year's eve" mean?" I asked. He kissed my lips, as if shutting me up. But I pushed him, "Vin, what does that mean?!" But again, he didn't answer, he just kept kissing me. And before I could ask him again, he said the magic words to wake me up. I tried to sleep again, but I couldn't. As if the gate towards sleep has been locked from the inside, and I couldn't get in. 

So, to wake myself up completely in the early of the morning, I scroll through social media. My class starts only at 1PM, so I tried to kill time by watching, reading, and whatever I'd like to do. After class, I got home early as my last professor of the day didn't attend the class. I was scrolling through social media–the dating side of it, when I saw beautiful sketches. And not gonna lie, I love art. So, I commented, or more like messaged the owner of those sketches. Since, it is a dating part of social media anyway. 

[Wow, it's beautiful. I want to learn that.]

[Hi! Are you an architecture student or is drawing just your hobby? It's beautiful.]

[Hii goodeve!!]

[How r uu]

[Not bad, doing great. You?]

[Im fine, a little bit tired HAHAHAH]

[Same here. I just got home from school]

[Anyway, thank you got the compliment]

[Yup! Just stating the fact. It looks easy but when I try it, it'll probably ruin my sketch book]

[And you have a cat! So lucky.]

[It takes time, but believe me u can do better than that]

[Thank you! I'm trying but as of now, I don't have time to draw and all. Busy at school.]

[Same here. I don't have time to practice due to workloads]

[When it comes to human sketches, what part is the hardest for you?]

[Hand]

[Same. The fingers.]

[Anyway, I'm going to sleep now. I'm really tired. Good night.]

[Ah, let me share my account, if you want to add me, then I'll accept you tomorrow. Bye byee]

[*Princess shared her profile*]

[Oki no prob, take a rest, night]

[*Max sent you a friend request*]

And to be honest, that conversation is also a test if Vin really stopped watching my day. Because I'm sure if he's watching, he would be jealous. But when I got there, I'm on a beach with the sunset, and he was there, sitting on the sand, writing my name on it that probably washes away by the water every ten seconds.

"Vin." I called him out. 

He turned around and with a wide smile, he stood up and walked towards me. He pulled me near the water, and suddenly, a sofa in the middle showed up and we sat there. I rested my head on his shoulder, as he rested his head over mine. He held my hand, as we watched the sun go down. The sound of the waves, the seagulls, the water hitting our feet, and the ocean breeze. Again, it was all perfect, so romantic. I don't want this to end. But feels like it will. Watching the sunset, as if the sun signifies our relationship, no matter how hot and bright it is, it will end beautifully.