Chapter 15
I heard a muffled yell from the next room.
It was Arnina.
I shot to my feet, rushing out the bedroom door before my mind could catch up with my body. I burst through the door to her Boy Toy’s room to find Arnina disheveled and sobbing on the large bed, her hair messed up, clothing askew and rumpled.
The room reeked of lust.
Her Boy Toy was standing next to the bed; a tablet in his hands, and what was on it at first glance, looked like pornography.
My opinion of him plummeted straight through the floor.
"What is going on?" I demanded.
Arnina blubbered something incomprehensible. She was crying heavily, her eyes puffy and red, hyperventilating as she took sharp gasps of air. I rushed over to the bed and grabbed her shoulders, dragging her off the bed to the door.
She didn't resist.
"If you've hurt her, I'm going to come back in here and cut your dick off!" I yelled at her Boy Toy as I pulled Arnina out the door.
"No, leave his dick alone," Arnina laughed in between sobs, barely getting the words out. "He didn't hurt me."
We stumbled back into our bedroom as she took deep, hiccuping breaths, trying to calm herself. I sat down on our bed and waited as she offered me a trembling smile, wiping her eyes on the back of her hands.
"Well?" I demanded as she seemed to get herself back under control. "What was that?"
"He wouldn't…" Arnina shook her head. "I'm such a mess."
"He wouldn’t what?" I pushed. Now was not the time to get half the story. "He wouldn't stop?"
"No!" She shook her head. "He wouldn't start!"
I couldn't help it.
I laughed.
"You were crying because he wouldn't fuck you?" I asked, incredulous.
"I'm so stupid!" Arnina wailed and flung herself face-first onto the bed. We were so similar in some ways. In this particular way, face planting into beds was both our way of trying to control our emotions.
"Okay, let's step that thought process back a few steps before you go verbally abusing yourself.
" I rubbed my hand gently between her shoulder blades.
"We're far from home, don't know the local language, and your super hot savior is willing to make out and give you head.
You're anxious for your safety and, I'm guessing, horny as all hell.
In that situation, don't you think it is reasonable for you to get upset when your Boy Toy does something that feels like a rejection? "
"I don't think he was rejecting me." Arnina's voice was muffled by the bed. "How is he going to want me now?"
"He is an alien," I stated flatly. "Judging from the crowd I saw when we walked through the zoo, there doesn't seem to be a lack of women in his own species. The fact that he wants you at all makes him a freak, so I wouldn't worry about this. Sleep and figure it out in the morning."
Arnina lifted her head from the bed and looked at me with puffy eyes.
"If he is a freak, what does that mean?" She asked.
"A wannabe freak fucker," I answered without hesitating.
She rolled her eyes at me and rolled off the bed.
"I'm going to get cleaned up." She paused before she ducked into the bathroom.
"Thank you, Lorelei."
"You're welcome, Neen," I said.
A warmth filled my chest.
It felt like it used to.
Like she’d never let me go so she could stay with an absolute shitbag.