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024| 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬

~K O M I S O L A~

I'd never seen this side of Hanniel.

And after this, I don't think I'll ever want to see it again.

Senior Inaya was holding me, she had already given me her hoodie to wear and she was literally hugging me while we kept flinching and wincing at the scene being caused.

They had walked in on us, me with my cloth torn and shredded into pieces and Hanniel tackling the three seniors.

As seniors, they were meant to separate the fight. Punish the people involved—even if that was impossible since Senior Adolphus was the son of a politician, which meant he was untouchable, but it seemed like Senior Amir had bad blood with Senior Adolphus.

And now, all it took was just one push to Senior Amir's chest, he was raging with fury, giving as many blows and punches as he could.

"Amir, stop!" She cried out, eyes evident with panic.

Senior Amir didn't answer, instead he threw another blow to Senior Adolphus, fist painfully coming in contact with his face. Hanniel on the other hand dodged a punch from one of the two minions, delivered a punch to him and elbowed the second one immediately when he was just about to attack him.

"Amir!" Senior Inaya cried again.

I watched as Senior Adolphus punched Senior Amir and kicked him right in the stomach, "bloody bastard," he cussed. They both tackled themselves to the floor and were repeatedly rolling over each other while delivering punches like blows.

I could've sworn I heard cracking of bone when Senior Amir lunged at Senior Adolphus.

"Ya Allah," fell from Senior Inaya's lips.

I could've found it funny. But these five guys were about to kill each other.

Hanniel was literally sitting on one of the two minions, punching him over and over and over and over again.

Till he gave up, probably lost consciousness.

Holy...

The other guy pulled Hanniel away from the unconscious body, slapping him and giving him a fist lunge to the temple.

Senior Adolphus was also unconscious. I stood, frozen to the spot. Senior Amir was helping to tackle the crazy second minion that was hell bent on murdering Hanniel.

My eyes darted to the small pocket knife sticking out of his pocket. Within their struggle, I watched as he discreetly pulled it out of his pocket and I couldn't help myself from yelling.

"Amir, he's got a knife!"

Senior Amir realized and just as the crazy second was about to attack him, Hanniel grabbed the fucking knife blade... he seriously grabbed it!

He tugged it with him in a struggle and little droplets of blood dropped on the floor.

It was Hanniel's blood.

Senior Amir pulled the crazy guy away from Hanniel and then delivered a last, final blow to his face, knocking him out.

~~~

"Your knuckles are busted," Senior Inaya scolded. As tiny as her frame was, she looked really funny and cute while folding her arms and frowning at her best friend.

"I don't care. That bastard had it coming for a while now," Senior Amir growled. He wrapped the bandage around his fist and that permanent expression I was familiar with was replaced by a scowl.

Hanniel on the other hand was silent, deadly silent. He seemed to have spaced out and he wasn't making eye contact with anyone.

I was frightened, nervous to ask him a question.

Number one because, I hardly ever spoke nicely to him. Number two because, he seemed really different right now.

That look in his eyes was there again...

That look in his eyes in the natatorium was here again. Dark, malicious, vulnerable, secretive... It scared me.

"Let's go," Senior Inaya held Senior Amir and helped him to stand up. A look filled with longing by Senior Inaya confused me for a moment and I shook my head, thinking I must've imagined it. "Komisola, sweetheart," she turned to me. "Take care of yourself." She blew me a kiss but the concern in her eyes was overpowering the assurance.

"Thank you," I told them, my voice filled with appreciation. "I mean it."

"I didn't do it for you." Senior Amir gruffly answered, eyes refusing to meet mine.

"He's lying, he did. Besides, that Abel is a jerk, so he was bound to have been punch faced." Senior Inaya smirked. She held Senior Amir's hand tighter who looked down at her and both of them communicated silently for a moment.

Senior Amir visibly slumped his shoulders and dragged out a long sigh. His grip on Senior Inaya tightened.

"We'll be taking our leave now, go for class after this 'cause we'll be coming back to check on you." Senior Inaya said to us and with a bedazzling smile, left the school clinic with Senior Amir.

Leaving just me and Hanniel together.

Screams awkward...

We both let silence reign for as long as it could. I followed every of Hanniel's movement, from him examining his wrapped hand which he used to hold a knife. He sighed, running his hands through his curls frustratedly and closing his eyes.

He seemed to be contemplating something.

Or maybe he was just exhausted.

Or maybe he was thinking he should have never gotten into this in the first place. Yes, that's what any other person would think.

I'd never seen any one fight for me and now that Hanniel had done that, it seemed like he was avoiding me.

Seriously, Komisola?

So you can say that?

He held a knife for you, how would he think of avoiding you?

"Are you just going to stare at me?"

I flinched because I was this close to having a mental battle with myself but Hanniel interrupted.

"I don't know what to say," I looked away when he looked up at me, eyes shining with honesty and the way honey orbs lit up like they had just received a gift... I was thrown into a state of confusion. "Thank you. I mean it."

"I would hold your hand right now to assure you but I can't." Hanniel sighed again, referring to my phobia.

"I don't have androphobia or haphephobia or whatever you call it... I don't." I argued, adamantly with a shake of my head and firmness in my voice.

"I know you do, that's why I told you to make me your therapy. Get over your fear, Komisola."

I took in his words, slowly processing each of them in my brain and digesting them.

"Mummy, please tell Davies to stop touching me anyhow. I don't like it." I pouted, feeling my eyes well up at the confused expression on my parents' faces.

"How is he touching you?" Mum asked.

I could not explain. I didn't know the right words to use.

"He-"

"Komi!" Came my brother's voice behind me. I knew I was doomed at that moment. "Come on, you asked me to help with your assignment, right? I'm going out now so I want to finish things up quickly..."

Finish things up quickly...

A double meaning.

"Let's go." And without any words, my brother dragged me to his room, locking the door after we entered and glared at me, "I knew you would spill."

"There's no way you can help me, Hanniel." I buried my face in my palms, breaking down into tears without even realizing it. "This, this is real life."

"You're wrong if you think real life doesn't have happy endings, Komisola." He calmly said.

And then I looked out and saw that it was raining again.

"Isaiah 46:4 says; God will carry you."

God will carry you...

I was no one to God. I wasn't that important for God to remember me.

I felt lost. I was lost. Even while Hanniel assured me with words that were deep enough to send a bullet to my heart and bring tears to my eyes, I was lost.

"Have you ever communicated with God?"

A tear dropped, not because of Hanniel's question but because I couldn't hold it any more. All I'd been doing since I met this golden boy was being slapped by reality in the face several times and crying.

Why would I communicate with God?

Tell me, why would I?

"Sometimes, you might think you're alone but you aren't actually. Trust me, there's a day when you'll get to smile genuinely. I believe in you, Komisola."

And then I decided to admit the truth, running away from it would make me more of a coward than I was.

This boy, Hanniel made me feel different. And I swear, it brought literal tears to my eyes at how many emotions I was feeling.

It was overwhelming, and for the first time, I could see it. That little ray of hope, amidst all the grey fighting to show itself.

But I was used to negativity. That was and would always be my problem.

"I'm haphephobic."

"I know."