No More Mrs.Nice girl

"Whe- Where Am I?"

***********************LET ME JUST SAY THIS, ADRIEN BRODYYYY!!!!*********************

   As I wake up with my head SPINNING, I try to adjust my eyes to the beaming sunlight coming through the window. I feel a little out of place...

If that makes sense...?

I slowly sit up, rub my eyes.....

WHAT THE HELL!!

I realize I'm not even in my own bed... My own room. MY OWN HOME! I turn my head, looking and scoping around the room to find an exit. I throw my legs over the King sized bed I'd been in. As soon as I try to plant my feet firmly on the ground, my legs began to buckle.

Fweh!

I curse myself for not being able to stand up on my own. I struggle to pull myself up. The crazy thing is.... I'm not exactly in pain, I actually feel really relaxed. I don't exactly understand this myself. But that's not what matters. I have to find my way out, well just make it to the bedroom door. As I stand myself upright and begin heading towards the door, I hear shuffling coming from behind me. I stand, frozen in place. I turn slowly, because I didn't even realize there was another human in here with me. To my surprise I can't make out whom it is. I try to retrace my steps, and remember everything from the night before.

I had just been with John.. We went to my aunts restaurant.. I realize how much I had to drink but I was only nervous. I hide it very well.... the drive to lakeshore- Lakeside village. UGH! I can't even remember the name!! wait, wait, wait....

Vivid images flash into my head of John trapping me between the car...

OH GOD PLEASE!

Why can't I remember anything after that though? After losing almost every breath in my body, I don't remember anything after...

This is bad...

"Vivianne..." I hear his grumbling voice. It's now or never! Thankfully I have my clothes on. I dart for the bedroom door and make my escape. The only thing for me to do here, is to put distance between myself and this masochist. To think that I'd allow myself to submit like that. I make a run down the apartment building stairs. I couldn't even begin to know where I'm at. As soon as I reach the building exit, bumping and apologizing to a few people on the way. I step outside, blessed to be in the sunlight and out of that scary place...

We never left? But I thought I was somewhere completely different.

I stumble backwards taken aback by the fact that we never left Lakeside Village.

"Are you done over exaggerating...." I hear the deep voice from behind me. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I turn to face the man who did things to me while I was drunk.

"We didn't make love Vivianne..." It's almost as if he can read my mind. Or maybe he can just see the way I'm looking at him. He gives a painful yet small smile.

"I- I didn't think we did..." This is a lie, and I hope he doesn't see right through it. He squints his eyes. I noticed a few passersby were now staring at both of us.

"M-Maybe we should go inside to talk" I manage. I don't usually stutter but this situation has my nerves very rattled. He doesn't say anything. Motioning towards the door I follow his direction and start walking. I make my way back up the way I ran down. The air is thick and riddled with tension. You could cut it with a knife.

I wonder if he's upset....

We finally make our way back to the apartment. When I approach the entrance door, I actually take in the way the apartment looks. I slowly make my way past the living room into the dining room. With the dining room connecting to the kitchen. There's a full bath, taking a direct left, as soon as you walk into the building. Everything else happens to be upstairs. John doesn't speak a single word. He only looks at me and ushers me to sit at the kitchen bar. I clear my throat and take a seat.