[exodus_sex]

PART 6
She came back and sat by me. ‘you hot?’ she asked as she helped me out of my blood soaked shirt.
My body by now had turned a nice shade of royal purple. Scratch marks all over me looked like patterns on some modern art artist’s canvass. The worst of the damage was on my face. Not that I was very pretty to begin with, now I looked like a zombie on its worst day. The thing about secondary school fight is that there has to be one singular asshole who just cant throw a punch and has to use his nails. Wounds I can handle, not bloody scratches. Some one else had split my mouth alittle, but most of the blood came from a gash just by the side of my right eye.

‘Dosent seem so bad go take a bath while I get you some clean clothes’ said my angel.
I did as I was told. In another time this would really get my little soldier ready for battle. But today it just hurt too much. I was wounded, and so was my pride.

Came out of the bathroom, and she had placed some clothes on the bed for me. I change into them and went looking for her.
She asked me about what happened and all. She seemed really interested in fights and gangs. And so I told her everything. About how the whole matter had started, about how I had been caught off guard and how my boy had run off on me.
‘wow’ she said. ‘you’ve had a bad day.’ The understatement of the bloody year. ‘ I was observing, and was wondering why didn’t you just give in and do what they wanted?’ (she was referring to the chance that I was given to end the tourture, say that my gang was a bunch of cock suckers and pussys.)

‘ the thought never crossed my mind’ I answered.
She smiled. Leaning forwards she planted a gentle kiss on my lips, ‘silly boy’ she uttered.
It was hardly there yet I felt it, blood rushed through my body to my face, I felt light headed, heavy , hot and cold at the same time…. I was in love…..
I stayed there that night, in her room, her mother was working a night job her brother still in primary school and living with an aunt her dad, well turns out that he did a runner the moment her brother was born. I couldn’t very well go home, no one else in my family was like me, caught up in an alternate society, plus my wounds were too severe to passed off as a rugby / football / cycling accident.
That night we talked a lot. About life mine and hers, about school and about our future ambitions. I had never felt so close to anyone else before, and never would for a long time more.