Chapter 7 #2
“Noah? Where the fuck have you been?” Arthur said. The liquid fire burned in him too, but not as intensely as it did in me. His steps were wobbly, while his bloodshot eyes didn’t dare leave my gaze.
“Arthur.. I—”
“No, you know what, Noah? What the fuck?”
Jonathan stood up, moving towards him.
“This is where you’ve been? You haven’t spoken to me all night. It’s one fucking am! We were meant to have all this fun together, and it was meant to be this big thing. But you’ve spent all night with him!” He screamed, it rang in my ear. Tears burned in my eyes.
“Arthur… I… please,” I breathed. Jonathan stood by, observing us.
“You’re drunk? Of course you are. Great,” He sighed, throwing his arms up into the air.
“I mean, look at you! Your shirt is undone!” I looked down at my shirt.
The monster undone all my buttons, the cold air attacked my bare skin.
I looked back at Arthur. His eyes were glassy and puffy.
I hated how he looked. I did this. And I couldn’t get any fucking words out to stop this!
“He’s… I don’t…” I whispered before sobs escaped me. The words lingered on my tongue, trapped by the alcohol like it was sticky honey. I was too drunk to tell him how sorry I was.
Jonathan answered for me.
“He wants to be with me tonight, not you.”
I wanted to hurt him. I tried to get up again, but my knees gave way and I fell to the ground, the wet mud seeping into my jeans.
The alcohol inside me cocked it’s ugly head back and laughed.
It screamed at me, telling me I better stay the fuck down.
Tears began to flow as the moonlight and fire illuminated the garden.
“Fucking great to know. Cheers, Noah,” Arthur spat as he headed back into the house. It was then I realised we had an audience. Almost everyone at the party was looking at us. The murmurs were deafening. All I wanted was to be alone.
“C’mon, you’re not staying here,” Jonathan whispered in my ear as he helped me up.
It was hard for me to walk, so he held me up.
He shielded me from people’s chilling stares.
The music was loud in my head. I couldn’t make out any of the lyrics.
Tears flowed from my eyes, dripping onto the floor.
I could feel everyone staring. We climbed the stairs, being careful of the people making out.
Those that likely felt lonely inside before coming here, then formed a fake connection with another lonely soul.
The tears were drying on my cheeks, the moonlight through Jonathan’s bedroom window reflected off them. When did I end up in his bedroom? I look in a mirror. My skin was still bare through my open shirt, my hair was messy, my eyes were glassy. I was appalled by the stranger I was looking at.
I needed to be alone, but I didn’t mean alone with him.
Jonathan turned the LED Lights on and set them to random and low. Then a star projector was turned on. I fell back on his bed, my breathing heavy. Jonathan stood tall in front of the bed. I couldn’t make out his face anymore. He took his shirt off, then grinned at me. I started to shake profusely.
My body knew what was about to happen before I did.
His hands took my shirt off completely. I tried to stop him by grabbing his hands, but it was more like a pathetic attempt to raise my hand. Then he undid my belt. I squirmed and rolled under his hands, but that didn’t stop him.
“Jonathan… no, I—”
“It’s okay,” he growled. I tried to get words out, but the sticky honey alcohol caught them before they escaped. He took off my jeans. I covered my eyes with my arms. I didn’t want this. Whimpers escape my throat as I tried so fucking desperately to say more.
“No… I.”
“Look at you,” he whispered as he stood back, admiring my body.
I was only wearing my boxers and socks. My body was red, green, blue, purple as the lights changed.
I felt so small. The monster before me was tall and faceless.
It was too dark in the room. I couldn’t make out the details.
This was the time to run, but I couldn’t fucking move.
I cried tears of frustration as his fingers began to caress my skin.
He wiped the tears off my face. He looked into my glassy eyes and said, “You’re mine tonight. ”
It was then I started to fight back harder.
I knew what was about to happen. I was shaking profusely.
I tried to push him off, but he was much stronger than me.
I tried to punch his chest with all my might, but the alcohol took away all my strength.
He pinned me down by the wrists as he kissed me.
His breath stank. He tried to play with my tongue but I fought it.
I didn’t kiss back. I couldn’t lift my head, I turned my head instead and he just grinned.
He looked down at my boxers and slid his hand down past the waistband.
I tried to kick him, bite him, scratch him but the alcohol told me to stay the fuck down.
Even with my screaming, he didn’t stop. No one else stopped him either. I begged god for someone to come in and stop him.
But no one did.