Some Thorns, Some Roses

XXIX | The Night We Both Wanted

WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT & SMUT

(Not actual rape, but actual smut.... so have fun I guess lol)

Needless to say, UCLA was tearing into Tulane and it was almost unbearable to watch. The players from Tulane tackled and torn down left and right. At one point of the evening, people from Tulane started to leave because they were so embarrassed by how bad they were losing. 

I sat in the stand wearing neutral colors because I was happily Switzerland. Both of my brothers were playing on opposite teams and despite my prediction about who would be the victor. 

My prediction was correct. Quincy was on fire, he was excellent. I'm pretty sure he would have so many offers to play pro, but he has already expressed his desire to be a teacher. Specifically a special education teacher. 

Nevertheless, he truly is talented at football and he loves UCLA. But no matter how much he loves California, he is a Louisiana boy. Born and raised. He told me that after graduation, he would come home and settle down. 

Throughout the game, me and my family cheered everytime both teams would score, functionally confusing the shit out of the individuals around us. When my dad would probably scream "THAT'S MY BOY," they started to realize that we weren't crazy. In fact, it was quite the opposite. We were cheering for both of our cherished family members. 

At one point during the game, I just had to pee. I was sucking down juice out of my cup and it was cold already. Matter of fact, it was colder than any of the previous years. It's never this cold at this time of the year. So it made sense that my bladder was screaming at me, hoping that maybe I would get the memo. But I was stubborn about it. I wanted to wait til a break, but I absolutely couldn't stand it anymore. 

So I stood up and Auggie watched me with his eyes, eyebrows furrowed with confusion. "Where are you going?" he asked, causing all of my family's attention to fall on me. I was even doing a little potty dance. I really have to pee! 

"I have to pee!" I whispered to them and quickly grabbed my purse. PJ stood up to go with me and I quickly stopped him, by fanning my hand at him, gesturing for him to sit down. 

He was a little hesitant at first, but then he went along with my wishes. He sat down and after while, my family focused their attention back on the game. 

A part of me was glad to go during the game to avoid the long lines. However, my intuition should have been screaming louder than my bladder, screaming louder than the cheering fans, yet it didn't. Even when PJ offered to come with me to the bathroom, I still didn't even think twice about going by myself. I should have let him accompany me, I should have insisted, instead, I chose to practice my independence at the most inopportune time. 

When I walked into the women's bathroom, I immediately cringed at its filth. I hate public bathrooms for this reason and most of the time, I successfully avoid them. But I really really had to pee. 

Before I had the chance to open a stall, I was shoved against the bathroom wall. My air was restricted and I started to struggle to breath. Firstly, I attempted to identify who was pressing me firmly against the wall, choking the life out of me. 

After my eyes focused, I instantly identified my attack as King, not Beau. Not that King. Not the King of the Order. But the King of the Gilded Vipers- Reggie. 

"S-stop," I begged, reaching to try and punch or fight him away. "Please." He kept choking me with a sadistic smile on his face. 

Well this is unfortunate. 

"More? You like that?" he asked, coming closer to my face. With his nasty tongue, he licked the side of my face. I nearly threw up from he gesture alone, but I had to fight to stay alive. I grabbed his face and scratched with all of my might.