The curse from long ago(Fruk)

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By the time the concert was over, I had drank so much that I could hardly stand. Everything around me was fuzzy, and it felt like I was floating. This feeling was always so great to me. It was like all my problems went away, and I was free. "Wow, you are really drunk; I'll take you home," Marc spoke. "Yeah! Let's do this thing!!" I cheered. He laughed at my behavior and began to put my arm over his shoulder so he could support me.

"I called us a taxi, so it shouldn't take long; where do you live?" He asked. I tried to think for a moment but couldn't really put it into words. "Umm, so basically, you go down the main road, then take a .....left? YES! A left..... then a right at the next road, and then straight ahead for .... Uhhhhh, maybe like... Four streets? And then right... then it's a house for sure," I laughed, confused. "Well... I gotta work with that," he laughed nervously.

When we got into the taxi, he observed the roads and did his best to follow my directions. I kept looking out of the window at the grass, and I couldn't wait to see Francis!! I missed him so much! Ahhh yes! I can't wait.

"Is this it?" He asked. I looked out the window slowly and focused my eyes on the house. "Yes! That... Look, it says Kirkland!! That is me," I giggled. The guy nodded and proceeded to pay the driver and carry me out. I looked at the place, and the lights were off... maybe Francis wasn't home? He usually leaves the lights on or stays up.

"Do you have the key?" He asked, trying his best to lift me. I watched the driver leave and nodded at him. "Yes! It's in my pocket... but I won't tell you which one," I said in a flirty way. He brought me to the front of the house and began to look for the key quickly. "Aye! Take me on a date first!" I laughed.

He began to laugh, and I looked at him with a smile. "Arthur, stay still," he laughed. He suddenly grabbed my hips and looked at me seriously. It made me stop moving, but I felt my face get even hotter. "Are you trying to... Uhhh.... sleep with me?" I asked with a slur.

He leaned into me and began to kiss my cheek. "Is that what you want?" He asked. He reached his hand out of my front pocket and took out the key to open the door. "Oh, man... I don't know... I'm kind of old... Like really old," I laughed.

He proceeded to open the door and carry me into the house. Marc placed me on the sofa and began to sit beside me. "You don't look old," he smiled. "I am! I am like six hundred years old," I laughed. "Oh yeah?" He asked with a smirk. He began to lean into me, and I looked at him suspiciously. "I do want you, though," he whispered. He began to kiss my neck, and I started to feel really tired.

I thought I was going to take a nap. "Hey... I'm gonna take a nap... maybe another...time," I tried to say. The man began to push his body onto me, and I was too tired to move him. "Hey!" I said suddenly once he began to touch my crotch. "Just for a second... Just go to sleep," he began to shush me. "Wait, no..... I don't want to.... Francis will be home any minute..." I tried to say.

My body kept wanting to fall asleep, but I tried my best to stay awake. It went to a point where my body was numb, and I couldn't move anything at all. I groaned when he began to unbutton my pants. "Noooo," I tried to say. "Oh, come on, you won't even feel anything...." The guy whispered to me. He had started to unbutton my shirt and tried to start taking off my clothes. He then started rubbing my crotch, and I didn't like how this was making me feel.

I felt gross from this feeling, and I wanted him to stop doing what he was trying to do. "Please...." I whispered tiredly. Please..... please just stop... I can't stop you like this... I don't like this at all.

I soon began to hear footsteps and then a voice...

"ARTHUR!! You are home. I didn't even hear-....."

I heard his voice coming from the stairway. He cut himself off, and I slowly began to turn my head to look at Francis. His face was shocked, and he stood frozen. "Hey... I was just bringing him home! I didn't do anything?" The guy tried to defend himself. My arms were limp, and I tried to keep my eyes open.

I could see how Francis looked pissed. "You were taking him home? Hahaha, you just decided he needed to take his clothes off?" Francis asked lividly.

I have to stop him before he kills this random guy. I moved around a little and gathered the strength to sit up. "Francis, it's okay... He was taking me home...." I slurred. My eyes were dragging, but I could tell Francis was still pissed.

"So you like taking advantage of drunk people? You are a sicko..... so you want to know what I do to sickos like you?" Francis asked. "Hey!! It wasn't like that! He said he wanted to! Right??" The man spoke. He grabbed me and began shaking me, but I couldn't respond. This made Francis even madder, and he pulled me away from him. "Don't you dare touch him, you pervert!" Francis yelled at him.

The last thing I saw before it went black was Francis grabbing the random guy by his collar and slamming him down onto the ground.