Blow-Out

Raine sat on his bed, tapping his fingers against the headboard impatiently. He was expecting Macy though she hadn’t called but the idea that she could be at Dalton’s kept popping into his mind and tormenting him. He hadn’t done anything all day but sit and wait. Pace and wait. Panic and wait.

He thought about calling her once but decided against it. They weren’t dating. Yet. He couldn’t be checking up on her if they weren’t dating. Yet. He hadn’t exactly planned how he was going to ask her out but if he could stop worrying for one minute, an idea would surely come to him. Instead, he settled on not asking her today. He had a different question to ask, in a different topic all together. But all he could think about was Macy and Dalton. Dalton and Macy. 

The thought made him queasy, not to mention far past furious. He wanted to figure out if she was alright without just coming out with the question bluntly. He didn’t want her to lie to his face again. And so the only plan he’d come up with was one he hated, one that might get him deep into the danger zone. 

Just then, the front door bell rang. Raine shouted out at his parents, “Don’t answer it!” He stood up, fixing his bedspread before rushing down the hall to the door. And when he opened it, he couldn’t help but smile at the girl that made his rainy day turn to sunshine. “Hey Macy.” 

“Hey Raine.” Dammit, he thought to himself. Something’s wrong … 

Macy smiled up at Raine as he let her inside. Could he see how fake her smile was? Could he see the lies in her eyes? He led her into his bedroom like the day before, wasting no time to get his lips pressed to hers. What was with him today? When had he suddenly become so … aggressive? Not aggressive as in let’s-get-it-on-whether-you-want-to-or-not but just different than normal.  

Macy lay under him, fighting with herself over the ability to say “slow down” as Raine’s hands crept up her shirt. But that’s when she finally stopped him. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, climbing from atop of her. 

“I … I … nothing.” 

“You sure?” 

“Yeah. I’m sure.” 

He lay down next to her instead, cradling her face and kissing her softly. His tongue grazed the top of her mouth and she sighed happily. This was what it was all about. Anything that happened with Dalton could be forgotten like this. But Raine’s hands moved stealthily up her shirt again. Its not like he was trying to get to her bra though, his hands just rested on her bare stomach. But still, Macy felt undoubtedly uncomfortable. He probably had his fingers against her bruises.

“Okay, Raine. Stop.” He pulled away swiftly, his eyes unreadable. “What’s going on?” 

“Nothing, Macy. What are you talking about?” 

“Stop … stop trying to go up my shirt, okay?” She said frankly. The look in his pale blue’s were giving nothing away and Macy wanted to know what was going on with him. 

Raine bit his lip, looking away from her. “I know Dalton did something to you,” he muttered, “And … and I …” 

“Dalton’s done nothing.” Macy argued back but secretly her ponderings were: how did he find out so quickly? 

“No, no, no. Stop lying to me.” 

“I’m not lying.” she lied. 

Raine’s eyes closed slowly; whatever he was about to say was paining him. At random, his eyes popped open and his voice was unsteady. “Then why can’t I go up your shirt, huh? A couple days ago you were such a flirt … such a … you convinced me you wanted to go as far as we can go without actually going …” his voice trailed off as she sat up. 

“You think I’m a flirt?” 

“No. I mean yes. I don’t know! But I do know Dalton’s done something to you … and I want to know … I want to help you.” She bit her lip as he continued, “I don’t know. Maybe he’s threatened you or something. I don’t know. I just don’t know … so tell me. 

Macy shook her head fast and hard. But it was clearly her saying I can’t but I want to. 

“Please Macy … please. I’ll kick his a*s for sure. So just … please … … please.” his voice lowered as he begged but she still said no. “I’ll kick his a*s even if you don’t tell me what he did.” And that’s when she broke down and cried. Raine held her shaking body as she emptied all her tears onto his shirt. “Shh, shh, it’s okay,” he reassured her. Her entire form shook violently and she knew, in that split-second, she’d blown her cover. 

And strangely, she felt okay with that. At peace with that. 

For now.

The End

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