Okay I updated! But before you read it, please listen to this. I'm going to explain why I procrastinate so much when it comes to this story. The truth is that when I wrote this I was 14. It's almost been four years now, and my writing style has changed, and so has my perspectives. I was talking to a good friend of mine, who mentioned that the storyline was a little predictable. Instead of getting angry, I knew she was right. But I'm not going to change it, I don't know how. I've grown so much as a writer in the last few years, and I've left this story behind. If you notice the writing style has changed, and to me it feels forced now. In the earlier chapters, I think the only reason it was so good was because you could feel the passion. Now I don't feel Kiyoe anymore. At one point I was inside the character, and that's why the story was so enjoyable. Now I'm on the outside looking in(see I'm even using cliches!! It's horrible!), and it's not as effective. But I shall continue the story, and it shall be finished. And if you harass me enough it'll probably won't take a year this time :D :P
So here's Chapter Eleven. It's the chapter I think a lot of you have been waiting for. But you'll probably be disappointed :D. Enjoy!
Kiyoe avoided Colby for days after that. He approached her a few times, trying to talk about it, but she always refused, rushing off before he could even get a word out. So he left it.
For a few days it felt as if they had drifted apart. It wasn't as if they had been extremely close to begin with, but she had always felt the special bond him. But it had felt as though it were fleeting.
But eventually he made things right between them. There were no words, just a perfect understanding between them. She had been eating alone at school, like usual, when he came and sat with her. But this time instead of pressuring her for answers, he was completely silent. He just reached for her hand and squeezed it, while forcing a small smile.
She found herself returning the smile and looking him right in the eye. And it wasn't scary to see what was there. Instead of cold dead eyes likes Gary, or angry, lust driven eyes like Cory, Colby had soft gentle eyes. Blue eyes; worried blue eyes.
In that moment she gave herself to him completely. He was going to save her, the way Aaron never could.
There was no need of words. He understood everything that had happened; well most of it anyway. But he wouldn't make her say it. He's wait for her to come to him.
She squeezed his hand tightly. She'd come to him. When the time was right, she'd tell him everything.
Things didn't go so well. Since the incident, he hadn't raped her. He hadn't even spoke to her. He barely even looked at her.
But he had hit her. Twice.
Both for no real reason except that she was there, and he was angry.
Both times she'd hit the then ran to her room, praying that he wouldn't follow her. He didn't. He still hung around the house with Gary, who had very little to say to Kiyoe these days. She didn't know if he remembered the day or not, but it didn't actually matter anyway. She avoided them both as best she could. She'd taken to spending hours in Coly's room, even if he wasn't there, to keep them both away.
But tonight, tonight was different. Cory was gone. He was out of town with a bunch of his friends, probably getting wasted. Maybe he'd meet some random girl, and "fall in love" with her, so he could leave Kiyoe alone. Or better yet, drink too much and get in an accident. Either way she didn't care. At least she had one night of peace, without having to worry about him coming after her.
When she crawled into her bed, she felt nicely at ease. No one would bother her tonight, and she could have her first peaceful sleep in...years.
She couldn't help jumping a little, when she heard the door downstairs open.
It's just Colby she told herself, forcing herself to breathe steadily. He's just coming home from the store. A moment later she heard Gary and Colby speaking softly, and she calmed down a bit. After a few minutes she heard Colby go up the stairs, and into his bedroom.
Feeling a lot safer then she'd ever had in her life, she curled into the blankets and closed her eyes. It wasn't long before she was drifting off to sleep.
Then there was a small knock at the door, rousing her from her peaceful slumbers. Her heart jumped for a moment, before her mind reasoned it out. Cory was gone. And anyway he ad Gary never knocked. So it had to be Colby...it just had to be Colby.
"Come in?" she said hesitantly.
The Colby stepped through the door with a shy smile, and she was filled with relief.
"Hi," she said, happily, and lay back on the bed.
"Hello." He walked over to perch on the other side of the bed. "I just wanted to come see how you were."
She smiled. "I'm okay."
He smiled back, his pretty eyes lighting up nicely. "That's good."
She tried to stifle a yawn. "I'm kinda tired though."
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said standing up. "I'll let you get to sleep."
"Well hey," she said softly. "You don't' have to go."
He looked back, and smiled. "Okay." He lifted the blankets up and crawled underneath with her.
For a while they just lay in silence, next to each other, lost in their peaceful silence.
She turned around on her side, and let her eyes wander around his face. It was a nice face. His skin was a soft gold color, like a light light tan. His eyes were nice too. They were light blue. And then his smile...no one could compare to it. Not just the perfection of his teeth, or the fullness of his lips, but just the feeling it induced, when he smiled right at you.
She'd never felt this way about anyone. This reassuring dependancy. Or was it reliability? Just that feeling, that everything was going to be okay, because he would make it that way. It was kind of like how she had a imagined a father would make her feel.
Cory had been like that at first too. It was hard to believe that there was a time, when she thought she might have loved that kid. He had seemed to kind, so gentle, and caring. She had started to depend on him, and to let him in. He could have been her boyfriend, but he wanted too much too soon.
She didn't even know what it was that brought them so close together anymore. Besides his looks, he didn't really have a lot of appeal. He was a high school drop out, he had no plans for the rest of his life. But maybe he did have a charm that she had forgotten about. He was beautiful, there was no denying it. He was the most beautiful person she had ever seen. He had blue eyes, like Colby, but...different. They were bluer then she had ever imagined possible. They were like the depths of the oceans, like in the pictures you saw in National Geographic. But unlike Colby's, they were empty of anything comforting. The only thing Cory had in him, was lust and anger. And both of this passions, he had unleashed on Kiyoe.
She might have been a little more careful about letting Colby in if it hadn't been for Aaron. Aaron had been everything she had wanted him to be and more. Too much more actually. But unlike Cory he hadn't tried to force it on her. He hadn't even told her, he loved her, which was actually a relief. She loved Aaron, with all her heart, but he would only ever be a brother to her. But that love was enough to let her trust others. People like Colby.
He looked up noticing her looking at him, and smiled. She smiled back, and moved closer. He obliged her, lifting his arms up and pulling her close. It was the first time she had been held by someone, who didn't have ulterior motive. Colby wasn't I love with her, he didn't want her body. He just wanted to hold her, and make her feel better. And she had never felt this wonderful in her life.
She hesitated. "Do you think...do you think you care about me?"
He laughed softly. "Kiyo, honey, I think I might love you."
She pulled back a little to smile at him. He said it so perfectly. There weren't undertones, it wasn't forced, or thought out to sound genuine. It wasn't said, to justify something. It just...was.
"I think I love you too," she whispered. He smiled at her, an dleaned forward, and kissed her forehead. Then they shifted around, laying so Kiyo's back was pressed against his chest, and fell asleep.