Chapter 24

                                    

                                          
C H A P T E R  24: The taunting past
-----Jeno-----
His face was peeking between the door as the man moved his hands all over my body. I felt my pants come off but I still couldn't move. I kept looking at him. 
Time was going agonizingly slow and I still couldn't move. I was restricted by something greater than just fear and shock. 
When he left from the door, I felt like screaming but I didn't. I cried. Not sobbed, just cried. Tears came out of my eyes and slid down but I couldn't make a sound. 
I could hear the man. He was groaning and making other noises. I couldn't do anything about it. I didn't even want to register the real, full words that came out of his mouth. 
He wouldn't stop. Not until the sound of sirens startled him. 
He stepped away from me and rushed out of the room. I could hear him call out my best friend's name but I still couldn't move. I could hear screams and doors slamming and cars outside and the sirens. 
I could hear and I could see but I couldn't feel. I just knew something was wrong, I knew that crying was my only comfort. Until I was found by a man. A man in an officer's uniform. 'Moon' was on his badge. He was talking to me. "We'll help you now. You're okay." The man told me but the tears didn't stop. Not as he wrapped around me a grey blanket, not as he took me into his arms and carried me to the ambulance. 
The officer tried talking to me. "What's your name, boy? What's your name?" He continued to ask but tears was all he got. 
I heard him say into his radio, "Something is wrong. The boy is not okay." And I knew that, I knew that I wasn't okay but somehow hearing it from someone else made me cry harder, made me feel pathetic. 
I wanted to scream, I wanted to...
A scream echoed through the room as I sat up in a hurry, looking around the room in panic. I was aware that I was drenched in sweat and that I was alone. 
Why was I alone?
Someone suddenly bursted through the door, getting my full attention. Mark's eyes were wide and full of concern as he rushed to my side. "Was it a nightmare? Hun, are you okay?"
I was okay. The memory just came to haunt me at times. Mostly when I was stressed and worried, I had realized. 
"Y- Yeah... it was just a nightmare... I'm sorry." That's all I could tell him, unable to elaborate. 
He takes my face in his hands, carefully and delicately and I melted. I was shaking, I realized. And crying. He swiped his thumbs under my eyes, looking at me fondly and worried. 
"What was it?" He asks, softly. 
I knew he wanted to bring up that this wasn't the first time this happened. I knew he wanted to demand to know what was haunting me. I knew, that despite his urges, he still wanted me to take my time and be sure when I told them. And all over again, I fell in love. 
"Memories. Bad memories," I decide to say. 
He only nods his head, taking me in his arms and embracing me.