Lifesaver | Nick & Charlie

Ben.

Charlie Spring

[Trigger Warnings: Violence, Sexual Assault, Ben.]

Ben's eyes instantly found mine, anger lacing his features, but there was another emotion I couldn't place. My body refused to take another step closer to him, so I remained frozen in the doorway.

When he took it upon himself and stood up, I instinctively took a step backwards. If the look on his face said anything, he didn't appreciate that movement.

Aggravated, he closed the distance between us and roughly grabbed my wrists. Yanking me into the bedroom, he closed the door behind us and slammed my back into it.

"Where the fuck have you been?" he hissed, voice surprisingly quiet for the venom behind it. Unable to muster up any words, I stared at him, fearfully. "Answer me, bitch," he ordered, shoving me further into the door.

"I- I..." I tried, but the situation was too overwhelming for me to be able to string together a sentence. "I- I was out of town."

He shook his head in annoyance. "You already told me that. Where were you?"

Telling him the truth about why I was there and who I was with was off the table, but that wasn't the question. "I was in Brighton. I-I'm sorry. I wouldn't have gone if I knew you wanted to meet up," I pleaded, begging him for something - anything.

With my wrists in one hand, held above my head, he gripped my jaw with his free one, forcing me to look at him. His head tilted to the side as his eyes assessed me, each second adding onto my terrified state.

"You're so cute when you've realised you messed up."

Confusion slammed into me. He called me cute. Why the hell did he just call me cute? He hated me... right?

"Gosh, you're just so cute, I can't help but want to kiss you," he meanly taunted with a smirk on his face. Nausea sunk into my gut all over again, replacing the previous confusion.

There was no fighting his lips crashing down onto mine. The kiss was rough and uncoordinated, and nothing like what our kisses used to be. This one lacked any passion and agreement.

I couldn't pull away with my head backed against the door. I doubted I would try if I had the chance out of fear of the consequences.

Ben was going to keep using me to his advantage, and if I complied, nothing bad would happen, right? All I needed to do was listen to him and not irritate him, and things would be fine. Just like they used to be.

After a minute, he pulled away, allowing me time to catch my breath.

"How about we take this to the bed?" There wasn't time to respond since he was aggressively dragging me to the bed and throwing me on it.

Things wouldn't migrate from just kissing, right? He wouldn't do that.

Catching my wrists again, he held them against the pillow and started kissing me again. I didn't do anything. I didn't fight. I didn't move. I didn't breathe. I just laid there, unmoving and pliant.

His lips continued working against mine, and finally his hand wandered under my shirt. I shivered at the coldness and feeling and squeezed my eyes closed as everything around me started to become fuzzy.

"Please," I gasped through the kiss. "Stop."

His hand from my shirt grabbed onto my jaw again. "You should be lucky this is how nice I'm treating you," he told me in a stern, unwavering voice. To avoid a worse punishment, I nodded my head and stayed silent.