nyctophilia | dreamwastaken

sore loser

TUESDAY:

"y/n! Elias is here!" Niki shouts from downstairs. I pull the covers higher over my head. I don't want to see anyone. After yesterday, I finally got over my post-orgasm, and I started to bawl my eyes out. The feeling of overwhelming guilt and shock was enough to send me spiraling down a dark, dark hole.

"Tell him that I'm violently throwing up!" I shout, pressing deeper into my bed. "That's an odd way to throw up." I jump, throwing the covers off as Elias smirks down at me. "How the hell did you get in so fast?" I exclaim, yanking my shirt down.

Elias glances at my bare legs before back at my face. "Were you masturbating?" He narrows his eyes, and I punch his stomach. He doubles over, groaning in pain. "Ow, that hurt." I roll my eyes, grabbing a pair of shorts off the floor. I pass by him and yank the shorts on, shutting my open door.

"Why are you here?" I ask, crossing my arms. Elias faces me, a hand on his stomach. "Well, I reported Blake to the police earlier this morning. They're planning to check him out soon, and with your test results coming in tomorrow, I think it'll be clear that-." I raise a hand, and I stop him.

"I don't want to talk about him," I mutter, and Elias raises an eyebrow. He opens his mouth, but I cut him off. "Every single time I hear his fucking name, I can feel his hands. His fingers and his mouth, everything!" I feel my heartbeat rising with every word. "I can't ever forget how weak I was, thinking that I was moving my arms, but I wasn't."

I lift my head to look at Elias. He's frozen, his face unreadable. "I tried so hard to fight him, but he drugged me. He paralyzed me, and I couldn't move. I may have looked like I was completely fine yesterday, but I wasn't." I continue, feeling my heart ache desperately. "Do you understand, Eli?"

Elias dips his head slightly. I expect him to say he does understand, but he surprises me. "I don't, and I never will." His words come as a shock to me, and he uses my silence as an opportunity to elaborate. "I left you. I caused this to happen. I understand that it's mainly my fault, but I don't understand how you must feel."

I swallow, my throat dry. "I just... I want to forget that night." Elias nods slightly. "Me too." The air around us goes tense with awkwardness and anticipation. I let out a sigh, and I gesture to my door. "Why did you visit?" I ask quietly, and Elias clears his throat. "Seeming that you need some cheering up, I thought we could go to like... Main Event or something?"

I slowly lift my gaze, and a grin splits across my face. "Main Event? Really?" Elias fishes out his wallet and hands me a card. I throw my arms around Elias, and I kiss his cheeks. "Thank you!" I exclaim, my mood lifting immensely. Elias pats my back, staring down at me. "Kiss me on the cheek again, and I might have to call you know who."

I smack his arm, pushing off of him and steering him towards my door. "Out you go, Eli," I demand, and he laughs. "What, I can't get a personal fashion show?" I roll my eyes as I open my door. "I don't think my pussy is good enough for a guy like you to look at." Elias lets out a strangled noise as I slam the door in his face.

I smile in satisfaction before I head over to my closet. I open the doors, staring and grinning at my clothes as Elias complains in the background. 

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Elias gawks at me. "You're wearing that?" I look down at my outfit before raising an eyebrow and cocking my head at Elias. "Why?" I'm wearing a tank top and leggings with a giant black flannel. "This is the simplest outfit that there is on planet Earth. Have you ever seen the teenage girls that walk into our store?" I snort.

Elias still gawks at me. "Yeah-but-." I mimic his stammering. "Close your jaw before a mosquito flies inside." I scoff, and Elias straightens up, still frowning. "What's wrong with my outfit then?" I ask, exasperated. Elias gulps, rubbing the back of his neck.