Blood Dripping Fingertips by Meghan Escott (read ebook pdf .txt) 📕

his room. I followed him. He pulled me over to his bed and we both sat on it. He started kissing me with urgency and want plastered in his mind. He leaned back onto the bed and I lay on top of him. My back gave a stab of pain and I gasped. Josh pulled away from me and sat me up again.
He hugged me as delicately as he could but the pain and the tiredness combined drained me and as Josh picked me up, I fainted.
When I woke, someone was forcing me into the bed and shoving their wrist in my mouth. When I began to struggle against these people, a familiar hand slapped my face. Another familiar voice started protesting but before I could work out who it was, I was out.


Chapter Nineteen

I woke up in my bed feeling refreshed and wide awake. I recognised the symptoms of fresh blood and sat bolt upright.
“Who’s given me blood?” I asked though there was no-one in my room. I looked around and noticed my drawings had been pinned up in a neat row along the top of the ceiling. I looked at my clock and saw that if I didn’t get a move on, I was going to be late to Combat. I put on a pair of black trousers and a black short sleeved blouse. The cuts on my arms were finally starting to fade so I didn’t bother with my bandages but I did redo the bandages on my back with great difficulty. I slapped on some make up and let my hair down into long curls around my shoulders. I stuffed everything I needed into my and rushed off to Combat.
I got there just as the bell was ringing so I slipped in and sat down. Josh looked surprised when I hurried past him. He looked up when he saw me and looked apologetic. I didn’t smile at him; I just hurried past and sat down at my seat. I got out my textbook and started taking some notes. I didn’t glance up at him when he came over to my desk and sat down; I just carried on writing my notes. When he acknowledged that I had registered him being there, he took hold of the hand I was writing with and removed the pen out of it.
He got my attention then and I looked up at him.
“What’s wrong,” He whispered into the silence. “Why won’t you talk to me?”
“What happened yesterday? After I passed out. What happened, exactly what happened, Josh?” I whispered back in my angriest voice. He seemed taken aback by the question and winced.
“Fine. You want to know what happened?” He said in a whisper and I nodded. “Ask Sam when you next see him. He’s the one that gave you blood, not me. I protested against it and I said to him that you didn’t like to drink fresh blood, like you said. But he wouldn’t have any of it. He made me force you still when you started moving while he was feeding you. You don’t know how horrible it is. Having to watch that.” With that, he got up and walked away.
I looked down at my pen and picked it up and started writing notes quicker than ever. I kept on thinking about Josh and kept on looking at him. He was doing the same thing and once or twice, our gaze caught each others. When this happened, Josh looked down straight away.
About half way through the lesson, Professor Reeves went over to Josh and said something in his ear. Josh stood up and walked out of the room. I started to stand up to follow him but Professor Reeves was behind me. He told me to sit down in a stern voice. I did as he said but couldn’t concentrate on my work and by the time the bell went, I was full of anxiety and worry. Josh came back into the classroom to collect his work and his bag but he avoided my gaze and ignored me.
Angela was waiting outside the classroom with a concerned but happy look on her face. This was a perfect opportunity to brag and be funny.
“Trouble in paradise Lucy?” She said sniggering at me. I ignored her and went to Performing Arts class. She followed and went in behind me. “I didn’t mean it babe. It’s just that you two usually come out together all lovey dovey and you didn’t today. I’m sorry.” She said giving me a hug and to my surprise, I burst into tears. Angela didn’t seem surprised because she got a tissue out of her pocket and led me out of public viewing.
I sat on the bench with Angela for the best part of ten minutes until I was cried out. I dabbed at my make up with the tissue then re-entered the classroom. Everybody was in full swing music when I came in and Angela and I joined up with another group and carried on with the lesson.
When the end of the lesson came, Angela came out with me and led me to Sam. She said to him that I wanted a word with him and he came to me instantly.
“What did you do to me yesterday?” I asked as soon as Angela walked towards Josh who sat on our usual table on his own.
“I helped you. I felt your emotions collapse so I came straight to you. Josh was carrying you into your room when I got there. You were starting to move so I made Josh hold you down while I gave you blood. He put up quite a fight against me but I forced him to do it. You started to struggle so I had to do something. I slapped you and punched you until you fainted, which wasn’t too hard with your tiredness, pain and your blood reduction. Josh sat with you for most of the rest of night but when I finally persuaded him to go and get some rest, I pinned up you pictures. I thought you might like that.” He said to me gripping my hand in his.
I yanked free my hand of his grip and then leant into his ear. “You know I hate fresh blood and to make Josh force me down is just idiotic. You’ve practically broken us up because of that.” I said to him in a whisper but an angry whisper.
“Good. I want you two to split up. I still love you no matter what you do or say.” He whispered in my ear and then walked away.
Angela came over and gave me a hug when she saw how angry I was. I could see over her shoulder that Josh was staring at me with those huge green eyes of his. At that moment they were filled with want and need. Mine were too and he sensed that. I got free of Angela and went over to Josh. He stood up and gave me a huge hug. I’d forgotten how warm he was and how comforting he is to hug. He gave me a kiss on the check and pulled me down to sit next to him. I snuggled into him. “I’m sorry about what I said.” I said to him while my head was resting on his shoulder. “I’m sorry about how I reacted.” He said to me, gripping my hand on top of the table.
Angela sat opposite to us and mimed being sick. I and Josh laughed at that. I saw Sam sitting with some other Professors. He was looking straight at me, trying to get me to look into his eyes. I wasn’t falling for it so I lifted my head and kissed Josh on his neck.
When the bell went, we walked hand in hand to our next lesson and from there; most of the day went normally. Survival, Magic Control and Blood lust Control were the same as normal and when I got to Thought Control, the board all ready had its picture. Today it had five pictures on it and all of them completely different. None of them interested me and Professor Alcove had to take her place next to me again. She reinstated all of the cuts on my right arm and some of them on my left arm. She also did one from ear to ear around the back of my neck.
That was because I had noticed the picture in the centre of the board. I was a child, in a basement, getting slapped. I remembered all those times when my mother had hit me and not giving me a reason why. My hand instantly rose to my cheek and I started sobbing silently. That’s when Professor Alcove cut my neck.
I was so relieved when the bell went; I got up, picked up my bag and left the classroom. I got a tissue out of my bag and started dabbing the cuts on my arms and neck. I refused the bandaging from Sam and told him I could handle it myself. By the time I got to Drawing and Art, I had a make shift bandage out of tissue and masking tape on both arms and the same across my neck. Thankfully, my hair covered it up.
I drew some more scenes like the ones I drew the day before but this time, my life. I drew one of me fantasising over Tom at school, one of the rape scene that Tom had put upon me, one of my mother taking my hand and dragging me into school, one of me lying in my old school hall with Sam leaning over me and one with Josh fantasising over me in my first class. I made them all so they were different faces rather then get in trouble for using my co’s faces in my drawings.
When the bell went, I gathered up my drawings and walked out of the room. When I got up to my room, Josh was sitting on my sofa like he always does, waiting for me. I put my new drawings on the dining table and threw my arms around Josh. He kissed me gently then hard and strong. He had evidently missed me too.
There was a cough in the background and when we pulled away from each other, Sam was standing by the door. I disentangled myself from Josh and walked over to the dining table while Josh went into my bedroom. I sat next to Sam and the instant I sat down he grabbed my left arm and nearly cut it to shreds.
I tried not to wince when the pain hit but I knew what he was doing. He was showing me intense pain to get across what it actually felt like. When my left arm had no where left to cut I felt slightly relieved but Sam must have felt this because he ducked under the table, pulled up both legs of my trousers and cut both of my legs to shreds as well.