Eight 'O' Clock

[5] Administrator

Sitting back inside, I felt my seat partner had changed. Since I was too engrossed in thoughts of my poor mother, those lusty eyes of her manager, and the days when I had spotted blood and urinated painful yellow pee in the toilet I had used instants before, the seat exchange after Alona being pulled forcefully to the front by Gina, a girl who loved to sleep, gave space for him to shift there.

My eyes were busy staring through the window, the three o clock sun passing through trees, distant mountains and bridges buzzing with vehicles, running along with us which made me practice easy breathing with hands that were held onto my pants, which had ripped a little at the right knee. He was very silent too which left me engrossed deeply in thoughts of my mother.

'You okay?"

I trudged myself back to the present from a dark hole inside my room and shifted my sore neck to the right to face his countenance. He remained the same but he had changed into black pajamas, and black sleeved shirt with hair pulled back with some gel. I tried to smile but in vain. He didn't seem to notice my tries which made me thank God.

"Where exactly were you after breakfast?'

Concern poured out without meeting my eyes. For a second, I thought I would hug him and moan for help from this dark deep hole where I ended up falling every time. But in the fear of being snickered after Revelation would make me attempt the worst. That fear led to just minor talks, keeping much to myself like my conscience always did. Just me and myself, grieving. 

'Bathroom"

'You took too much time. Constipation?"

I hummed. He sighed which left me blabbering,

'I am fine now. Poop comes and goes. So far, I felt good but guess the bus is making me go haywire with this long trip of eight hours

'Sixteen hours.", he corrected.

I threw him a sarcastic glance, which pouted a little at the discovery.

'We lost our way a little bit, so it might take overnight to reach there."

He sighed again. It was for a reason which I couldn't predict nor comprehend. I wanted him to leave to be honest about the hairs on my air were standing, and my legs were getting excited about touching his feet a little on the sides. Even before dirty thoughts crept up, I patted his hair and told him to fetch Alona.

He was more concerned.

"Sick?"

I shook my head after pretending out a smile, and I slowly stood up to search for Alona. But she seemed to be cuddling a snoring Gina in her long arms, while she listened to music. For a second, I felt lonely but it vanished when he grabbed me by the arm and pushed me down to my place. I winced on his touch and I shoved it away with a small grin.

'Look, you are making me uneasy. I wanna sit with you and that is why I made Gina snatch Alona outta here. Shouldn't my Inayatie~~be happy?"

For a second, my cheeks blushed on the Inayatie~~part. It reminded me of someone who had high hopes for my trip. However, thoughts of a man in forty grabbing my hips left a big boulder crushing my neck again. I felt even more upset and it was communicated on my face.

He slid a hand to my neck and slowly caressed my back.

I sat straight in case he noticed my neck fat and gulped down the saliva building up due to adrenaline. 

His both hands were now massaging my neck which did leave a good sensation but it felt tingling and even awkward to feel his long slim hands on me. For a second, it felt too good to be true. And I was enjoying with closed eyes.

 So I didn't actually notice him slowly moving forward to my face. I didn't feel his breath on my neck. Neither did I feel his tongue twirling a little. My eyes flashed open when his tongue made way into my neck leaving me heaving. I struggled to push him away but he held me by the neck and kissed me on the neck a ton of times. 

I moaned in annoyance and tried to get out of his grip, but he was licking me over and over again. His tongue made way into my lips and he was actually fancying me. But I wasn't ready for any of this.

A big hand grabbed him from behind and pulled his head to smash it against the handle of the opposite seats. My back pulled itself against the window and my hands were held to my neck, which was wet and soaked in his saliva. 

For a minute, I was puffing and wheezing at what had occurred. My eyes shot up and there was a man in a brown uniform, his hat concealing his face and hands bigger than a giant. He indeed looked like a genie popped out of a lamp, and it didn't take me long to recollect his ubiquity somewhere on this bus.

The entire guys who were busy playing, sleeping, and rummaging through texts of phones they hid and used, caught his presence there and he sighed a little after he pulled him up by the collar, and threw him to the backseat where he was caught by the boys who were playing cards. They grumbled when their decks got shuffled but they stopped when the fiery voice shot back,

"Keep your mate by your side, or he gets himself in a big mess"

I was still dumbstruck by this incident, that I remained unmoving. The man threw a side glance at me with his grey eyes which made me catch a small glimpse of his brown shade color, leaving me a bit caught up in recollection of my own, and he strolled back to the front. 

The commotion inside the bus was constrained to the back which made the front buddies still chilling and relaxing. But on seeing this man make his way to the back, Alona came tossing Gina over a bag as her pillow and came rushing to me. On perceiving her, I began to moan and cry. She cried a little and clasped me in her hug which left me breaking down more. 

I couldn't tell her anything and neither could the others who hadn't seen anything but were dead curious to know. Alona wasn't stupid when she heard many of them asking him why that man had hurt him. She glared at him and punched him in the face once again despite my attempts to stop her. He took it with a glare and said no more. 

The swollen eye and the small wounds on his neck drove me miserable but Alona held me and whispered,

'The fat ass deserves it. He has been flirting with you for three years, just to f*****g use you"My lips were closed shut and I held Alona for some comfort. She caressed my hair and said,

'I am never leaving you. I am going nowhere. These jerks will need their lessons learned.'

Her fury was a sort of stimulus for me. But it never quite got to me on how she managed to be vicious and a supermodel bad boy at times. It did scare me when she managed a kick or a punch.

 After all, she wasn't a victim of such tortures that I had faced except for the shattering accident which left her like this. She had used the death of her father to be scandalous and amazing. I quite started to notice the differences between the two of us. 

"Who was he, by the way?"

My curiosity sputtered out to her just when she poured me a cup of apple juice.

Alona smiled, looking at the man who was going through some papers now, and clarified,

'He is the administrator of the bus. Guess he has been noticing everything going on in here"