His Little Lavender

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Chapter 28

Lavender’s PoV

I watched as he ran. His figure gradually retreating into the sports hall. My body was still in shock as to what I had just witness Carlos do. A ringing sound echoes in my eyes and I couldn’t hear anything going on around me.

The events of what had just happened were replaying in my head. Carlos on top of Blake pin ding his fist into his face. The grunts of pain that would escape Blake’s mouth and the crunching of Blake’s nose I heard in the air. The cheers and sounds of disapproval and worry being heard from the crowd that had gathered around to witness what was happening.

I looked to the floor and saw the aftermath of the fight. It wasn’t really a fight, It was just Carlos taking his anger out in Blake. Blake was able to get a few hits on Carlos but not many. Punch after punch would come raining down on his face and I couldn’t even imagine the pain he was in right now. It must be excruciating.

There was blood everywhere I looked. On the grass. On Blake’s clothes. On his face. Everywhere. A bright red liquid oozed out of his nose and lips.

I felt a firm hand on my shoulder pull me back to reality. In front of me, there was a panicked Braydon with his hands placed on my shoulders. He was shaking me.
“Lavender. Rosie are you alright? Can you hear me?”
I focused my eyes again and looked up at him. He let out a breath of relief before pulling me into a big hug. My body was still in shock so I didn’t reply back with one.

“I thought something had happened to you. When I heard a fight had gone on, I was worried and came as fast as possible. What happened LaLa? Why did Carlos hit Blake?”

He pulled away and placed his hands on my shoulders again. I looked at him with sad eyes. I wanted to cry but couldn’t. They wouldn’t escape. I had already cried enough today. I didn’t want to cry anymore.

“I-it was all my f-fault. I didn’t want Carlos o-or Blake to get hurt. I really didn’t.”
I subconsciously began playing with the ring on my index finger. Turning and pulling it.
“Blake t-tried to touch my bottom and s-said I must be good in bed because of all t-the hickies on my neck. I didn’t realise everyone c-could see them. I forgot. Carlos got angry a-and punched him and Blake g-got mad so he tackled him and then Carlos j-just began punching him over and over again. H-he looked at me and then ran. I didn’t want them to h-hurt each other. They’re both hurt now b-because of me.”

I let out a deep breath and my lower lip trembled. Braydon looked mad. Not as mad as Carlos did but still very mad. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips were in a snarl.

“They fucking bastard. How dare he say something like that to you?”
Braydon moved from in front of me and went up to a groaning Blake on the ground. No one had gone to help him up mainly because they were still in shock but also because he looked quite terrible.

Braydon stood beside him before kicking him in the side. Not once but twice. Blake rolled on his side and held his ribs in pain.
“You bloody deserve that. Ever say anything like that to Lavender again and I’ll do much worse. Don’t try talking to me unless you want a black eye again.”
He kicked him again before I ran up to him and pulled him away. He stared back at Blake with a soul-frightening glare.

I stopped just before we reached the door to the sports hall. The same door Carlos ran through. I wonder where he went. Is he hurt? He must be. His fists looked really bad. Maybe he’s icing them. No Carlos is too stubborn to do that. He’s definitely in pain.

My hand played with the ring again as I looked down the hall trying to see if I could spot his massive figure. It wasn’t hard to see.

“Go Lavender.”
I turned my eyes back to Braydon in confusion.
“Go find him. He needs you more than me and think about all the times he’s been there for you. Go make sure he’s alright. I’ll tell Josie what happened and where you are. Remember this wasn’t your fault. It was Blake’s he shouldn’t have said what he said to you. He got what he deserved.”

My feet were planted to the floor. He really has done a lot for me. He helped me calm down from multiple panic attacks. He’s comforted me when I was crying and made sure I was alright. He’s always been there for me.
“Go.”
Braydon shoved my shoulder and I finally moved.

I didn’t know where he would be so I just wandered around aimlessly for a while. I checked the bathrooms, both boys and girl, all the classrooms, the fields and the cafeteria but I couldn’t see him anywhere. There were loads of places he could go. This school was massive. How as I suppose to adventure through it all? He could be anywhere and it would take me hours to find him?

I had been looking for about an hour and a half and was beginning to get frustrated and annoyed. I mean I’ve checked everywhere and still can’t find him. Did he leave? His car was still in the car park. Maybe he ran home. No he couldn’t have. That’s too far away. It would take him at least 2 hours to get to his house.

I sat on one of the chairs in the cafeteria and tried to think about where he could be. My hands were gripping my hair and I let out a huff of exasperation. He’s not in the bathroom, the classrooms, on the field,the car park or the libra-

Wait a minute. The library: I haven’t checked the library. How haven’t I checked the library yet?

I jumped up from the seat I was sat on and ran towards the place I wanted to go. It only took me about 2 minutes but I had to make sure I wouldn’t get caught by any teachers. I’m sure they are all looking for Carlos after what happened with Blake.

By the time I got there, my hair had been whipped out of my face by the breeze that flew by and my cheeks had turned a light pink because of how much I had just ran. I entered and ,like always, Mr Herry ,the librarian, was laying his head on the counter asleep. He wasn’t a very good librarian to be completely honest. Whenever I would come here, he would be asleep or on his phone. He didn’t really look at me and talked to me in a bored tone when I checked out a book.

I walked around the library for a while trying to find Carlos. He wasn’t anywhere to be seen. I was about to give up when I entered the last aisle. The romance aisle. My favourite aisle.

And there he was. His head was leaned against the bookcase and his eyes were closed. Dried blood ran down his cheek. There looked to be a cut on it as well as on his lip.

I ran up to him and placed my hand on his cheeks. His eyes instantly opened and he gripped my neck tightly. I grabbed his hands and looked at him with wide eyes. What was he doing? He was hurting me.

“Oh shit. Lavender.”
He released his grip and I stumbled back into the bookcase behind me. My hand was rubbing my neck and I knew there would be a bruise there. Donuts that hurt.
“Darling. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. Shit I’m so so sorry.”

He got up of the floor and approached me. When he lifted his hand to brush away a piece of my hair, i flinched in fear. I was very shaken up by what had happened earlier and what had happened a minute ago. It reminded me of Jonas. He did stuff like that when he was angry.

Carlos looked at me with sad eyes before dropping his hand to his side. He walked away from me and lowered his head to the floor.
“You’re scared of me.”
He sounded like he was so hurt by that revelation. His voice cracked at the end and I saw a tear travel down his cheek. He was crying. I made him cry.

“No Charlie. I’m not s-scared of you.”
He looked up at me with angered eyes. I tried to approach him again but he walked back until his back touched the bookcase.

“You just flinched! You thought I would hurt you! Of course you’re bloody scared of me!”
He slammed his hand on the bookcase. I heard some fall on he other side. The tone he used did scare me. It wasn’t his actions that scared me. It was his words that did.

“I-I’m not s-scared of you C-Charlie.”
He stopped and looked at me.

“Stop lying to me. Please just stop. I won’t be able to take it if you lie to me. Please don’t.”
More tears ran down his cheek and I ran up to him. I hugged his waist and pulled him in closer to me. He stayed still for a while before hugging me back.
“I’m not a-scared baby. I know you’d never h-hurt me on purpose.”

I looked up at him before grabbing his cheeks. I wiped the tears of his cheeks like he does to me and then kissed them.

I led him to sit down. I placed his head on my lap before stroking his hairs and wiping away the remaining tears. He closed his eye and placed his head on my stomach.
“I’m not scared. I p-promise.”

He opened his eyes and looked up at me from my lap.
“Why did you flinch then? You obviously thought I was going to hurt you.”

My eyes softened and I wiped the hairs from of his face. We stared at each other for a bit.
“You reminded me of him.”
I whispered. It was loud enough for him to hear.

“What?”

“You reminded me of Jonas. He would do the things you just did when he was angry.”
He tried to move his head of my lap but I kept him there. It comforted me knowing he was beside me all the time.

“What do you mean? What would he do?”
His eyes held curiosity. My held sadness and pain.
“You don’t have to tell me. I won’t forc-”
I cut him off by leaning into the softly kiss his lips. I’ve learnt he can’t resist my kissed so I use that against him to shut him up.

I realised his lips and he sent me a cheeky smirk.
“You can’t just always kiss me when you want to shut me up.”
I giggled and shook my head.

It went silent for a while and then I began to explain.

“He was a really bad p-person. Jonas. He got worse when h-he was angry or drunk and he was m-mainly like that all the time. He was alright at first but got worse the more i-I knew him. The first time I a-actually saw how bad he truly was when this boy i-in maths asked me for a p-pencil. It was j-just that. Nothing else. I gave him a pencil. A-After class, Jonas pulled me into the janitor’s closet and started a-asking me why I talked to t-that boy. He was saying I c-couldn’t talk to any boys except him and that I was only his. I told him I w-wasn’t but he didn’t like that. He grabbed m-my neck and held me against the wall. I-I could hardly breath. I was hitting his hand and trying t-to get him to let me go. He wouldn’t. He said i-I was his and would never be anyone else and I-if he saw me talk t-to another boy he would do something much worse. I w-was so scared. I didn’t want to get h-hurt.”

Tears were running down my cheeks and I was just staring at the bookcase in front of me. It pained me to remember the bad moment that started all bad moments. That wasn’t even the worse thing he had done to me. He violated me. He hurt me. He ruined me. It was so hard to recover after what he had done. I still haven’t and it’s been 2 years since that happened.

I didn’t realise Carlos had lifted his head off my lap until he moved mine to be in his neck. He was sat next to me and my head was placed in his neck. I wasn’t crying that much. The pain of what had happened had subdued. The amount of times I talked about it with therapists made me almost immune to it but ,once in a while, the pain will be unbearable and I’ll just need to cry.

“I’m so sorry darling. You did not deserve any of that. I promise I’ll never hurt you like that. I’ll try my hardest to be the best person I can be for you because I don’t ever want to lose you. I’m sooo sorry I hurt you.”

I moved my head to look up at him. He had more tears in his eyes. He leaned down and sweetly kissed my lips. It only lasted about 5 seconds before he pulled away. I placed my head back in his neck and he stroked my hair.

“Damn that was the most emotional thing I’ve ever seen.”
My head whipped around to the side to see who the voice belonged to.

And there he was. The same kid from last time. The one with the popcorn. I think his name was Nathaniel. He was stood at the end of the aisle with a snickers bar this time.

(Nathaniel Black everyone)

“At this rate, I won’t be needing to pay for Netflix. You two are providing me with all the romance I’ll ever need.”
He took another bite of his snickers and leaned against the bookcase next to him.

“Kid you’re like 13. How the fuck do you show up everywhere? I mean this is the second time you’ve interrupted us. How the fuck are you always just appearing out of bloody nowhere!”

I slapped Carlos’ arm and he looked down at me with an apologetic smile.

“I may be 13 but still get more girls than you. I mean who could resist me. I’m a chick magnet. And I’m a wizard so I can apparate anywhere I want.”

Her swiped back his hair and winked at me. I giggled and got up of the floor. I dusted off my dress and pulled it down so it wasn’t too high. I then pulled Carlos up.

“Dude. Are you trying to steal my girl?”
Carlos got up and approached the boy. Nathaniel buffed out his chest and walked up to Carlos. It was quite funny to see a small boy trying to intimidate someone like Carlos.

“Ehh I’m sure I can treat her better than you.”
I walked up in front of Carlos. Nathaniel cleared his throat before getting in a fancy posture with one hand in front of him, the other behind him and a very straight back.
“Miss Rose I have struggled in vain but I can bear it no longer..... The past months have been torment.”

Wait a minute. What was he saying? Why did he call me Miss Rose? He was talking so posh. The accent he had was quite old and fancy.

“I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you...I had to see you.”

Wait a moment. No. There’s no way. This kid was not quoting Pride and Prejudice. He can’t be. I looked up at Carlos in astonishment and he looked confused. I looked back at Nathaniel.

“Me?”
He walked up to me and took my hand.

“I’ve fought against my better judgement, my family’s expectation...”
He paused and a large smile appeared on my face. He really was. I might just marry this kid.

“The inferiority of your birth.. .my rank and circumstance...”
He was saying and doing everything perfectly.

“all those things.. .but I’m willing to put them aside... and ask you to end my agony...”
He knelt down on one knee and I put my hand to my mouth to stop me from laughing.

“I don’t understand...”
I said.

“I love you. Most ardently. Please do me the honour of accepting my
hand.”
We just stared at each other before bursting out laughing.

“What the fuck just happened?”
I looked up at Carlos with eyes full of tears. I was laughing so hard I could cry.
“Darling. Did this kid just propose to you?”
He looked down at Nathaniel and then back up at me. I burst out laughing again. I held my ribs and had to place my hand on a bookcase to steady myself.

After a while, I calmed down and looked at Nathaniel again. He was stood there with a wide smile on his face. It was so hard not to laugh again. Before I could reply, a deep voice appeared in the library.

“Nathaniel. Where are you?”
The kid turned around and looked towards the entrance.

“Here dad.”
He shouted back and I heard footsteps approach us.

Soon, Mr Black, one of my track teacher, came around the corner and my mouth dropped in surprise. He was Mr Black’s son. How didn’t I notice that? I’ve seen pictures of him from when he was a kid.

“Nathaniel. What are you doing?”
He hadn’t noticed us yet.

“I was just proposing to the pretty little lady over there. I think she was impressed.”
Mr Black looked confused before turning to look at us. His eyebrows raised.

“So you were proposing to her? You knows she’s my girlfriend right? So you have no chance.”
I blushed and looked down at the floor. I’m his girlfriend. He never asked me.

“I wouldn’t say that now. I mean she looked pretty happy with my marriage proposal.”
He looked at me and winked. I blushed and giggled.

“What on earth is going on?”
We looked at Mr Black and he was looking between us all.
“Nathaniel. What do you mean you proposed to Lavender?”

“I mean exactly what I said. I proposed to her by using the proposal scene from Pride and Prejudice. She seemed very happy and pleased by it. I’m waiting for her to accept so I can marry her.”
I giggled again and shook my head.

“I W-would love to marry you N-Nate but I can’t.”
His smile dropped mad he wore a sad expression.

“Why?”
He seemed generally sad. I didn’t want him being sad. Especially when it was my fault.

I moved from Carlos’ grasp and walked up to him. I knelt down just a bit and placed my hands on his cheeks.

“It’s I-illegal. You’re 13 and I’m n-nearly 18. I can’t marry you. I’m sure y-you’ll find a wonderful y-young lady and marry her.”
I kissed his cheek. His smile brightened a bit and he nodded his head.

“Yes I will.”
He ran over to his dad and tugged on his arm trying to make him leave. Mr Black looked at us and you could see the clear confusion on his face.

“I have no god damn idea what just happened and I’m so confused but I recommend you start leaving. There’s a lot of people looking for you two after what Carlos did to Blake. I don’t know why you did it but he seems like a scumbag so he probably deserved it. Leave now and I’m sure you can get out without anyone seeing you. Lavender we’ll talk about this tomorrow before you go off to do track with Miss Blancard .”

I nodded my head. He and Nathaniel left. Carlos turned me around and kissed my lips. I was a bit surprised and taken aback but soon kissed him back. Like every other kiss we have, it made butterflies appear in my stomach and tingles to appear in my body.

He pulled away and moved some hair out of my face.
“I don’t entirely know what just happened and ,if that kid really did just propose to you, but I want you to know that you’re mine and the only person you will marry is me. Same for me. I’m yours and the only person I’ll marry is you. Do you understand darling?”

I blushed and nodded my head. His grip on my hair tightened making me tilt my head up to look at him.
“Use your words little girl. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”
His grip tightened and I let out a soft moan.
“Yes Daddy.”

He let go of me and grabbed my hand.
“Let’s get you home.”

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