uh you like me !

Chapter15

I have been thinking, do I like Zhao Ye's books?Will that kind of liking be recognized by him?Will that kind of like be recognized by the world?

"Senior!"

Looking at the figure of the person in front of me, I shouted, no matter where I am, I don't want to miss any chance to be with Zhao Yeshu.He turned around and looked at me with puzzled eyes, and he asked, "What's wrong?"

I thought, while I was still young, I should be brave. I lowered my head and said, "Senior, I like you." Stumbling so shyly.

He raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Oh? Really? I see."

This answer did not have the disgust I imagined. I looked up and was very surprised, meaning that the senior doesn't hate such feelings?But there's always something wrong with it.

When I saw Zhao Yeshu again in the drama department, I was very excited.After all, it feels good that the person you like also likes you.I ran over to the senior excitedly and said: "Senior, do you still remember what I said that day?" Is it right?"

After a long time, he kept his head down and didn't speak.I can't see what kind of expression he has.

"study……"

"Stop talking! Disgusting! You are so disgusting, are you a pervert?!" He slapped my hand away and said in a low voice, probably because he didn't want other people in the drama department to know what we were talking about. With that unappetizing distaste.

"But..." I thought I heard it wrong, or the senior was joking.

"No but, I'm not a pervert." He raised his head, his eyes were extremely indifferent, "Don't come to me again."

"Really? I understand." It's very sad to be called disgusting by the person you like. It's as uncomfortable as being slapped in the face when you are so affectionate to a certain extent, and you still think that others like you too, God. There is no such coincidence at all.

That mutual liking thing.

At least I held back and didn't cry at the time, what's the big deal, just treat it as if I was bitten by a dog!Tch... that's not it, the senior is not a dog.

I hurriedly fled to a place where no one was around, thinking that no one would see crying here, but it was still so embarrassing, like a woman, sad!

From then on, I avoided him, and where there was him, I would never be there. I thought that was the case, and if we never interacted with each other, it was all a farce.

However, he took the initiative to come to me.

That day, he seemed to be drunk and reeking of alcohol. He pressed me against the wall of an abandoned building, slapped me, and shouted angrily: "Bitch! Didn't you say you like me? Now What do you mean, did you avoid me on purpose?! Playing hard to get?" I tried my best to break free from his restraint: "It's what the senior said himself, he hates homosexuality! I don't like the senior anymore! Please let me go !"

He licked my neck and laughed horribly: "When did I say that?" I watched his increasingly dangerous behavior and felt that I should run away immediately.I lowered my head, bit his hand hard, and tried to run outside when he let go, but before I ran a few steps, I suddenly felt a headache. Although my ears rang and my eyes went black, I still heard glass shattering. With the sound of falling, I fell to the ground and turned to read Zhao Ye's book. He seemed to smash the wine bottle on my head hard.

"This will make you more obedient!"

I'm scared, I don't know what he will do to me, but I'm sure it must not be a good thing!

"What are you doing?!" I yelled at him, the first time I treated him so badly.

"Hehe, bitch, didn't you say you like me? Why, now you're pretending to be pure and innocent again?" He grabbed my hair and said sharply, although he said he was smiling, it was still the smile shining on the stage , but, it looks like a horror movie.

"Senior, let me go!" I don't know if it's because he was drunk, but the drunk appearance is the truest appearance of this person, so I have always liked it very much. Is Zhao Yeshu such a person?No matter what kind of person he is, but at this time, I shouldn't provoke him, I should find a way to get out, and in the future, I will stay farther away from him, farther away!Better never see you again!

He suddenly tore off my shirt and licked my collarbone with his tongue. I felt disgusting, really disgusting!A sticky tongue is like a loach!lungfish!nausea!Trying to get into my body through the gap!I struggled hard and roared, "Zhao Yeshu! Let me go! What are you doing?!"

He seemed very satisfied with my appearance, biting my body with his teeth, it hurt so bad, it was definitely bleeding.

"You better be obedient"

"Go away!"

He ripped off my belt, pulled my shorts down my legs, and suddenly I knew what he was going to do!He hurriedly stopped: "Senior, senior! Do you want the whole school to know that you are a homosexual who raped men? Senior, don't do this, let me go, let me go back, I won't tell what happened today! "

"Are you threatening me?" He suddenly stood up and stabbed his thing into my body.

This is an unprecedented pain. I always feel that even when the phalanx is broken when playing basketball, there is no such pain. It is completely tearing the skin and flesh!It was as if using a steak knife to cut a bone-deep scar on my body. I cried out in pain, and I smelled a stronger and stronger smell of blood.

But he didn't bother me at all, he just stabbed into my body again and again quickly, it was very sore, swollen and painful!It felt like the intestinal wall was about to be punctured. Every time, his stuff brushed against the prostate, but I didn't feel any joy. Instead, my body hurt and my heart felt bitter.

In the past, I always thought that going to bed, having sex, xxoo, and having sex all meant the same thing. They all meant handing over each other's bodies, letting each other's bodies fuse together, and they were all so willing, happy, and happy.

As a result, these things don't mean the same thing at all. Going to bed and having sex are just venting, and sometimes it may not even count as venting.

"Senior... Well, it hurts so much, senior, it hurts so much, senior, let me go!" I cried and begged him, but he was still so indifferent.He didn't even say anything to mock me, or said, I couldn't hear what he was saying, it wasn't the pain in my body, I thought I was a dead person.

I don't know how long I waited, but the steak knife should have cut me in half, and the lumbar spine seemed to have been broken. Finally, a burst of heat hit my body, and it was finally over.

I thought he would just walk away, but in the end, he didn’t. He pulled me up and put me in a closed thing. In the abandoned building, it should be a cement tank, and there is still solidification on it. The cement nails on it scratched my skin.He closed the lid, and I couldn't even see the light.

"Bitch, you fucking rot in here!" Then, I heard his footsteps going away.

It's ridiculous, I was so self-righteous that I expected him to send me home to apologize to me.But now I don't even have the energy to laugh.

He fell asleep drowsily, and when he woke up again, he was already on the hospital bed.Thanks to the fact that I have slept for so long, I have never experienced the kind of fear of being unable to move in a closed space, wanting to shout without the strength to shout, and passing a second is like passing through centuries of fear.

Looking at the haggard faces of my parents and Ye Mu, I feel really uncomfortable, I have caused trouble for them again.

I didn't know until later that Zhao Yeshu had a dual personality disorder... I didn't know whether it was the main personality or the sub-personality that I met that day.So, like this, my parents didn't make a big deal, because they were afraid that my reputation would be too dirty.

I never saw Zhao Yeshu at school again, presumably he avoided me on purpose.

It’s just that I still feel so sad, obviously the person I liked so much before, obviously has such a high existence in my heart, now, I just feel that everything is fabricated, but I see it clearly later.During that time, I stayed at home all the time, and after a long time, I made a bloody decision...

"Yemu, help me brainwash!" As I said, Yemu majored in psychology, and he still knows a little about these things. He asked if I was sick. I know my own thoughts. Of course I am. Sick, brain sick.

But he can't beat me, that's how it is, it's bloody, isn't it?

So, Yemu and Lengshan have been lying to me like this, helping me hide the truth, they thought that I would be very sad if I knew the truth.They are also for my own good, and they are also defending my own decision. I have no qualifications or position to blame them. The only one who can blame is myself.

In fact, I was too young at the time, thinking that I would always care about it, and I would always be sad because of this incident.In fact, I should have not cared about it long ago. That memory is a record of the pain at that time. Even if it is pain, it is also a witness of growth. The only thing I refuse is, from growth to growth.

I used to be so naive, so casually choose to shrink back, choose to give up, so casually forget my youthfulness.Fortunately, Ye Mu was not an expert at the time, and all the forgotten things can still be remembered.

What is even more fortunate is that since then, my parents no longer object to my sexual orientation. This is a difficult problem that many comrades cannot break through!I because of this

Things broke down, isn't this... a blessing in disguise?

TBC