---- 'I was out on a delivery. Father warned me to come back to the bakery by eight. I didn't listen. I walked into a forest, and met a big bad wolf that day. Unlike the other stories, he didn't eat my grandma or me. He did do something though. He kidnapped me and my heart. I didn't scream, nor did I faint or struggle. All I did was sit there in his arms, as I was lead into a world beyond my imagination. Months passed and I began to go nostalgic, and soon, I begged for him to let me go. Even though I was content with just being with him, he ate away my heart, day by day, until he found my soul. He kept it. I couldn't struggle, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't do anything. I was trapped. ... That was why Father told me to go home. I should've listened to him that day.' ---- D: FML.
----- "Crimson. Come back before eight." My father's stoic expression shocked me as I took the basket from him. I couldn't expect a affectionate gesture, either. He doesn't even remember me. In his eyes, I was only an apprentice at the bakery shop he owns. Yet... I see a some sort of twinkle that tells me he remembers me vaguely. I had said nothing either, only positioned myself on my bike and began to pedal. The direction I was heading to was a forest, a path I always took when I wanted to calm myself. I was fifteen minutes early for a delivery today, just for this purpose. To sit under the autumn shade and cry my frustration out. My bike stopped to a skid when I arrived at my destination. The forest was wide and beautiful, with the sunlight shining down on it, the autumn leaves reflecting the colors of fall. I put my bike against a tree, and sat on a log beside it. As I sat down, my strong façade shattered and I began weeping. The tears I shed were for my mother, who was in a comatose state. I had to use my salary to pay for her safety. My father had amnesia, and had forgotten me. The doctors said we should wait it out. My grandparents were included as well. I wept for my grandmother who had sheltered me from abuse, and had made me this red hood... Just like Little Red Riding Hood. I ha always loved that story when I was young. "..." I wiped away the remaining tears and began exploring, picking apples and cherries on the trees. I decided it would be best to pick enough to sell to the market and give as a gift to father. Father always loved apple and cherry pie. During my climb, I was able to sit on a branch and look at the entire forest. I was so sure that I knew every tree and every spot there was since I came here for years, but it seems as if I found some sort of entry. It was a shrub, shrubs actually. I breathed in and climbed down, grabbing my things and walked over to the bushes. I had kneeled down when I met him. A boy about my age with wolfish figures. He was 17 at the most, whereas I was 14. I had just blinked before he attacked me, his hands pinning me down. I wanted to scream, but he had covered a hand over my mouth before he nuzzled my neck. I was about to pass out from the lack of oxygen, but chuckle since this pose I'm in makes me look like I'm with a lover. "Giddof- f- mh-" I was speaking now, softly. His head snapped to where I was before removing his hand, letting me breathe. My head rolled to the side as I shook off my dazed expression. "Ugh... What..." But before I could do anything, the boy began speaking. "Crimson I presume?" I scowled when he called out my name. "What's it to you?! How do you know my name?!" "Well. I've been waiting for you... My entire life." This shocked me, and I laughed it off. "Yeah right. I don't even know you." I was about to walk back to my bike, until he gripped my shoulder. "Don't leave." His voice was attractive, husky, yet demanding. My eyes glanced over to him, before gliding back to my bike. "..." A part of me warned me to go back and deliver the goods, yet another part wanted me to stay. "... I'll stay... But not for long..." He hesitated, before breathing in my ear to relax me. "Promise you'll take me back..." "I promise." ---- LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE. YUSOPERVY?!
---- The girl, Crimson, was on my back, asleep. She was tired from all the climbing, and I couldn't blame her. She looked so peaceful in her sleep. I was walking back to the forest, carrying her. We were almost there, until I stopped. I wanted to get to know her more. ".... Crimson?" She was still sleeping. We were on a patch of grass, something she'd call a garden. I laid her in a flowerbed and waited for her to stir. She looked so angelic, it was almost a sin to awaken her. "... Ngh..." "Crimson. Wake up." She looked at me, before looking around, her black curls following her. She was rubbing her eye before she stood up, and fell back down. "... Ngh... Bike... Delivery...." She mumbled this before she grabbed for some flowers, trying to find a blanket. She was cold, and the only thing to keep her warm was her tattered old cape. I laid down beside her and wrapped my arms around, hoping that body warmth was something she's appreciate. I nuzzled her neck before falling asleep with her, having sweet dreams while I do. ---- I woke up, and found myself in a flower bed. I gasped and kicked, but the boy's arm was secured around me. I groaned before trying to push it off, but it wouldn't budge. I kicked more before I shook him, waking him up immediately. "I can't dose off! My delivery!" "It can't wait for a few hours..." He was mumbling before he pulled me into a hug I didn't want, my head slamming into his chest. It didn't hurt, I was hearing his heartbeat and it calmed me down. "No! No! No!!" I struggled more, but his hold was too strong to resist. "Stop kicking.... Relax..." He kissed the top of my head and I shook it off. Who does this guy think he is?! "Let me go! I have to go deliver the-" "Shh. You can wait, you father's girl." I began to tear up at the mention of me being my father's girl. The last thing we ever did together while he remembered me was play with kites. A bear attacked us before knocking him out into a coma that lasted for two months. Mother got worried and went to see him everyday. The heartbreak was so great that she fainted, then somehow went into a coma as well. I was sent back to my grandma's, but she passed away about a year later. My grandfather began abusing me, and this only makes me scrunch my heart up in disgust. "You bastard! Take back what you said!" I rather be an orphan. I rather be an orphan! "... Crimson..." I was crying now, and he put my head near his chest. I was sobbing so badly right now, not caring if I stained his shirt with my tears. Good. He deserved it. When I had calmed, I saw that he had let his guard down. I ran from him, not turning back. I was running into the forest, gasping when I found my bike. I pedaled away, ignoring the footsteps that went closer and close each time. I was so close to reaching my father's cabin, but before I could... "Crimson!" I was attacked, and I landed on the ground, my skirt was slightly up and I was thrashing around, screaming. He had put his hand on my mouth and I tried to tug it off, crying now. "Giddof -f -e!" He wouldn't budge, and I had only laid there, my eyes not moving from his face. I glared at him, my eyes sending him a message telepathically. "I hate you." His blue eyes looked at me with sadness, but I had already closed them due to the lack of air I was receiving. The last thing I heard before my world turned black... Was... "I can't lose you." ------ D: I'll update again rofl.
----- I had woke up in someone's arms, inside a cottage. It smelled of wine and sweets, like a combination of my father's grape garden and bakery. I smiled at the scent before I was eveloped, squeezed even tighter. I gave a small shriek from the pain, my bones were slightly brushed and my stomach was being pushed a back a little. The one who had be on his bed was the boy, and I began screaming again. "Let go! Let go! Let go!!!" He had woken up immediately, his eyes darting to me. "Good morning, Crimson." I gasped and turned to the clock, sobbing. "No! I promised! I promised!" "What did you promise...?" He was staring a me curiously, and I inched further away from him. I was afraid of him, honestly. A boy who had kidnapped me and put me in his home was a signal to be terrified. "A promise... You kept me from." I glared at him before looking down at my attire. My usual red cape was gone, the feeling of fabric left my skin. It was replaced with silk, and I gapsed as it was slightly see through. "PERVERT!" I began to have tears stain my cheeks. Did he see me naked? I don't want to be corrupted at all! "I didn't change your clothes. The maid did." I was still shaking before the mention of maid. "You..." "I'm rich." Whatever I had to say, was inmediately replaced. "... Self centered bastard." I was shaking again now, before I fell onto the floor. "... Why... The hell... Am I here..." "You seriously don't remember me. Do you, Crim?" Nobody has ever called me that in a long long time. Not since the accident. "No. I don't. The fact that you even know my name is beyond me." "I know you, Crimson. I've been following you your entire life. I've been alongside you, even heldyour hand once. We played in the park, we ate icecream together. We-" Only one person has ever done that with me. "... Felix?" "Booya." I stared at him, not believing a word he said. "You. You left. You left for-" "I realized that it was a mistake, so I came back." He was the guy who found me crying on a bench and offered to buy me some candy. He was the one I was infatuated with. He... No. I don't love him anymore. "I don't care. Please, send me home. I don't want to be near you." I was suffering from a heartbreak, yes, but this was too much to take in. "No! Crim, I won't leave you." "Then I WILL LEAVE YOU!" When he had left, I promised myself to forget him. I did, eventually. But now, I was sure that I'd get all those nightmares again, all thanks to Felix. I had picked up my cape and had steadied my pace will I walked away from him. I could feel his eyes on my body, making sure I wouldn't escape. Yeah right. I ran, away from all the madness. Using all the speed I had, I was screaming vulgarities at the world and running away. I didn't hear footsteps and was glad, but I didn't care. I just wanted to run. I was back at the flowerbed, the place where Felix had somewhat insulted me. I ran even faster. I was near the fall forest, the place where Felix and I had our reunion. I was at the entry of it, until- "Crim. I swear to God, if you run away again, I will chain you to my bed and not let you go. Ever." I gasped and walked away from him, crying from fear. He wasn't human- he wasn't. He had grabbed my wrist, and I cried out from the pain. He held it so tight, that a bruise had formed. "Crim. Are you... Scared of me?" "Yes! Yes I am! Why don't you let me go! Why?! I don't love you, I do!'t want you- you scare the hell out of me when you run after me!" He held me even tighter, and I screamed even louder from the pain. "Then. Don't. Run. Away." I didn't move, in fear that he'd slap me or kick me. I only shook, my legs wonbly as I didn't give eye contact. "Look at me." I didn't dare. "LOOK. AT. ME." His voice was harsh and demanding, and I yelped when he had grabbed my chin and forced me to loom at him. When he had seen my red eyes and the bruise on my chin, there was a glint of remorse shown in his eyes. But it was gone now. "Listen to me. You either obey, or you either get hurt. Got it?!" He had flung me away, and I was panting, afraid of this change of demeanor. His eyes were slightly red, and I had only scrunched up in a ball. I didn't dare move, I shut my eyes and prayed to God that this was only a nightmare. "Get up." He had grabbed my arm forcefully, and I flinched from the pain. "Crim, get up." Kill me now. "Get... Up... Now!" There it was. A slap on the cheek. I touched it, and began whimpering. "Why-" "It's all a dream, my dear. All a dream." I had woken up on his bed, drenched in sweat as he was there, standing above me, his face grim. "What-" "Nightmares. I gave them to you." "No shit, you even slapped me in the face inside my mind." I was shaking from the fear of things. I wanted to be glued to the bed, not wanting to get up. "Crim-" He had touched my cheek, the exact one where he had slapped me in the oh so real nightmare. I screamed on contact, before falling out of the bed, pawing at the corner of the room, my back glued to the wall. I was like a cat in distress, God knows what the hell happened to me. "Crim...?" ---- Yay. Traumatized sissy!