The Bad Boy's Dirty Little Secret BL Chapter 10: Deeper wounds

**Kai’s P.O.V**

**Author’s Note: Proceed with caution; this chapter might have a few trigger warnings.**

I closed the door the our dorm, locking it shut before making my way over to the fridge and getting out two ice packs.

“Hmm.” Walking over to Night’s bed, I handed him one of the packs before taking a seat next to him and placing the ice to my cheek, wincing a bit when the sting came from out of nowhere. It hadn't hurt when I had gotten that punch, probably because I had been too preoccupied with punching the life out of that fucker.

“Good thing Landon got Devon to help us in time.” I sighed, trying to break the ice between us. Night had been unusually quiet since the whole incident.

Landon and Devon had taken the other kid home first, who…as we had found out later, wasn’t even out of high school yet. But we were glad that he and his friend were both safe, at least for now. As for what will happen in the future…we had no clue. Hopefully the kids got their lesson and will stay away from trouble and the men who were causing it would stay away from the kids too after the beating their guy took.

“He’s my ex.”

My head snapped towards Night so fast that I almost gave myself a sprain in my neck. “What?”

“His name is Cameron Spencer. He’s an Engineering major in his second year.” Night kept on speaking. “He was my senior in high school and…he’s not gay…he’s just a sexual predator.”

I sat up straight, trying to process the new information. “Was that why you looked so scared of him when he came into the club with those kids?”

“I wasn’t scared for myself…I was scared that history was repeating itself and it was.” Night sighed, putting his head into his hands. “When I saw him and his friends coming into the club with those kids…I just knew what he was doing. So I followed him into the washroom and I saw them together…he was literally assaulting the kid and he looked so fucking scared! I couldn’t just sit back and watch!”

“So you decided to help on your own?” I asked him. “You could’ve come gotten us if you knew this was going to happen!”

“I didn’t get time to think, Kai! He’s usually nice to you when he’s hunting his prey. Some say he’s too nice. But then he starts showing his true colors. He knows that hurting girls can be dangerous, he tried that once but it got out of hand and he was suspended from school; but since he was good at studies and usually had such polite behavior…people thought that the girl had blamed him and later on, she had to transfer schools. Since then, he targets boys.”

“And no one says anything?” I asked incredulously. “No complaints? No reports?”

“Who would believe us?” Night shook his head. “It’s not that no one’s ever tried…but no one believed us.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I snapped. A sexual predator can just go around walking free just because he has ‘good behavior’? That’s just ridiculous!

“He likes to play with our self-confidence a lot. After all, who would believe that a teacher’s pet and well behaved topper like him could be so…vile?” He shook his head, looking down at his hands on his lap. “For those of us who were insecure about our identity…our sexual orientation…when we saw straight couples all around us and yet we knew we could never be in that kind of relationship…we were all easy prey. A little manipulation here and a little encouragement there and we fell for the wrong kind of people all the time. At a time when you feel that no one in the world really understands you…do you know how easy it is to fall for someone who tells you that they do? That they feel the same way…it’s like finding light at the end of a tunnel.”

“You feel willing to do everything that they want and you’re willing to do anything they say…because you don’t want to lose that feeling of being understood, of being wanted. And besides…” Night turned to look into my eyes and in that moment, it felt like I was looking into the depts of his soul. “Men don’t get raped…right?”

“Fuck!”

I reached out and pulled him into my arms at once, not caring about anything else. “Whoever told you that was a motherfucking bastard!” I should’ve punched the fucker even harder! I should’ve made sure to break his fucking hands!

Night’s shoulders shook as his arms came around my waist, holding on to me just as tightly as I was holding him.

“I didn’t know…” his voice shook as he spoke. “I didn’t know what he was doing to me was nothing less than sexual assault. I didn’t find out until a lot later…when I fainted in school and the school nurse discovered the scars all over my body. But even then…the only thing I could do was transfer schools.”

“You didn’t tell your parents how you got those scars?” I asked, realizing that there was much more to Night that I had yet to find out.

He shook his head against my shoulders and I felt my shirt soak through with his tears. “I told them I was bullied but I didn’t take names. I was ashamed of myself.”

“There was nothing to be ashamed of!” I reassured him, moving my hands up and down his back in a comforting manner as he clutched my shirt at the sides. “It was never your fault. Do you understand?”

“I do,” he nodded. “I do now.”

I held onto him silently, letting him cry out his frustration and anger, desperation and despair. It was what he needed right now. I don’t think the punches his ex threw at him today had hurt him more than the emotional scar of seeing the man who had once tormented you walk around freely, going unpunished for his crimes.

Fuck, I should’ve killed the bastard!

How did it turn out like this? Who would’ve thought that a carefree looking guy like Night could have such deeper wounds? It just goes to show how deceiving outer appearances can be…

Till now, I had only seen his as a troublemaker, a happy-go-lucky kind of man who likes to flirt with me shamelessly and didn’t seem like he had any trouble in the world. But after tonight…it feels like I barely know the guy.

When he finally pulled away from me, his hands still resting on my waist, what caught me offguard the most was the look of utter vulnerability in his eyes.

I don’t know what came over me…maybe it was what people called being caught under a spell, because the next thing I know, I was leaning my head forward until my lips met his.

“Kai!” Night pulled back immediately, his eyes wide as he stared into my eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Didn’t you say you found me attractive?” I raised my eyebrows, wondering why I sounded a little breathless. “Then what’s wrong with it?”

“Kai…” I saw his throat move as he swallowed as his eyes travelled from my lips then back to my eyes. “Are you drunk right now?”

“No.” I told him firmly. I’ve had a couple shots and a glass of whiskey, but that was nowhere near what could get me drunk.

“Are you sure you’re conscious?” Night asked again. “Are you sure you’re not drunk or high?”

“No. Why do you keep asking?”

“Because I need to make sure you don’t use the excuse of this being a ‘drunken mistake’ late on.”

“This?” I raised my eyebrows questioningly.

“This.”

And then he cupped my cheeks with both hands before his lips came crashing onto mine.