Even Heroes Have Scars

[92] Don't Forget

Trigger Warning: Addiction, Substances, SA (brief, only in first scene)

Ansley's P.O.V.

Thank God Jacob was staying the night with his friends , so he didn't have to see this. He'd probably beat Demi to a pulp if he saw how her bringing alcohol into my apartment led me to desiring a sip.

"Hey, that's mine," Demi whined as she pulled the flask of tequila from my hand.

I stole it back and immediately capped it; neither of us were allowed to have it. There was temptation, of course, to hide it for me to take part in later. There was temptation to lock myself in the bathroom and down the entire thing right there and then. There was temptation in my home, and she brought it here to torture me with. I didn't care how pissed her family was at her. She was hurting me.

Deciding to do us both a favor, I poured the tequila down the sink. After checking the flask to make sure there wasn't anything special about it, I tossed it into the trash can.

"You're so pretty," Demi told me as I entered the living room again. Her hands were on mine, pulling me down to the couch with her as her alcohol breath soaked the air. "And sexy," she whispered.

Sighing, I responded, "You're pretty, too. Now, come on. Let's get you in bed." I attempted to stand, but she tightened her grip on my wrists to keep me on the couch. "Demi, come on. Let go."

She shook her head and slowly climbed onto my lap, straddling my waist on the couch. This sent pulses throughout my body, a natural response to her sensual advances, but my mind shut it down as soon as possible. Before I knew it, she was kissing on my neck, her fingers tugging on my hair in an attempt to illicit a moan from me. I refused to enjoy this. As much as my body wanted to, I couldn't let this happen.

I pushed her off onto her back on the couch, and she drew my lips back down to hers again, her hands on my neck. It sent a high-like wave throughout my head, like my pulse was paused. Her grip was too tight. So, I ripped her hands off of me and shoved them down aggressively, making sure to stand up as quickly as possible for her to not latch onto me again. Now my head was pounding, and my breath was unsteady, and it was all I could do to stay standing.

"Baby," she pouted. "Come back here and let me fuck you," she pleaded.

Another pulse through my body. But the slurring distracted me, reminded me of my intentions to get her to sleep. I could not allow her to do this while inebriated. I would not violate her like that, and I couldn't let her violate me like that.

Figuring I could trick her, I wrapped my arms around hers and dragged her to the bedroom, ignoring her hopeful phrases as she assumed she was about to have sex. She settled onto the bed and kissed me again, pinning me down on my back with her hands on my wrists above my head. I had no leverage as she restrained me against the mattress. Her kisses were sloppy, yet still slow and impaired. She was all over the place, drenching my cheeks and my chin in a drunken drool as she giggled and moaned and put all of her weight on me.

"I don't want this," I confessed, my mind spinning so quickly I could hardly find the words to defend myself.

She continued, constricting my arms firmer as I squirmed beneath her. Her legs on either sides of my hips were also narrowed inward on me. This went on for a few minutes, her aggressively kissing on me and holding me down like a predator trapping and teasing it's prey.

"Please stop," I begged, still being ignored.

I eventually mustered enough strength to flip us so that she was lying under me. She bit her lip sexually as if she was excited by this turn of events. I immobilized her now, covering her with a blanket and placing all four of my limbs on the corners of the blanket to keep it taught and prevent her from maneuvering out of my hold.