Upon Meeting You

7

TW: Domestic Abuse/Violence

My eyes flutter at the bright sun shining through my sheer curtains as my face and arm hang off the side of the bed. I am instantly hit with a throbbing headache as if someone broke a chair over my head the day before. I let out a groan at the pain as I attempt to roll myself over, but I am weighed down by an arm thrown over my back. My eyes shoot open and look down to the hand that does not belong to me.

Holy shit. What the fuck did I do last night?

I am reluctant to look over. I slowly peel the arm from my body, and rush to the door on the side of my room. I open it to my bathroom and glance back at the person on my bed as I close the door.

WILHELM?! Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. This cannot be happening.

Memories of last night's events come flooding to my head. I look at the mirror realizing I'm only wearing my panties.

Oh God!

I internally groan at the sight. There are bruise like marks covering my neck and chest. There are even some on the swell of my breasts leading down my belly.

I go use the toilet assuming that I didn't the night before due to my drunken state. Afterwards, I brush my teeth and get in the shower. As I wash my body I realize I have more marks on my thighs. I slap my palm against my forehead.

What the fuck! What was I thinking?

After finishing up, I wrap a towel around my body hoping he'd be gone by the time I get to my room. I open the door to a still sleeping Wilhelm sprawled out on my mattress with just a single sheet covering him. He lays on his back with one hand resting beside his head while the other is stretched outward. The sheet is barley covering him as it sat at the very base of his waist.

I didn't even realize he took his pants off last night.

I laugh to myself at the thought looking away from him. I walk to my closet trying not to wake the sleeping person in my bed. I slide on a tank top and some cheeky drawstring linen shorts. My eyes find my way to Wilhelm once again as I go to escape the room.

He's not too bad on the eyes. He's actually really nice to look at. Who would have thought all of that would be hiding under the constant suits?

His figure was quite lean. He wasn't muscular, which I didn't mind. But he wasn't scrawny either. He was beautiful. Perfect.

No. No. No! He's not beautiful. He's not perfect. He's Wilhelm for fuck's sake. He's a grouchy old man.

"Lenora?" A voice calls, but it's not Wilhelm. I hear the front door open and close. "Lenora? Are you home?"

Dolion. What is he doing here?

I leave the room instantly not wanting him to come in here and find the man in my bed. Or worse... wake him up forcing me to face one of the biggest mistakes I've ever made. I cautiously walk to the front room to meet Dolion.

"What are you doing here, Dolion?" I cross my arms standing at the end of the hallway.

"I wanted to come and apologize." He begins. "I should have never acted that way let alone grab you like—" he stops. His eyes drop to my chest. They slowly glide down my body and stare at my thighs. My breath hitches and my heart begins to accelerate.

I forgot about the marks.

"Nora? What the fuck is that?" his soft eyes instantly harden and I am faced with the same monster as yesterday. I don't respond. "Nora?" He asks again.