Still Dunno

Chapter 42 - Not Feeling It

Janis POV

Wesley left for his audition, and I sat back on the bed.

I knew he was disappointed that our trip started off slowly.

I felt terrible, but when I got here, I was so tired, and my head pounded so hard that it hurt to look straight.

I couldn't believe I had slept so long. When I woke up this morning, my throat was on fire.

I don't get sick, so it wasn't that.

I'm sure it's the difference in the air, and it'll be fine.

I could tell Wesley was disappointed, so I didn't say anything.

My head still hurt, so I lay on the bed with the blanket and turned on the TV.

I found a movie and shut my eyes. Someone came into the room. I heard a loud sigh, and something fell on the bed. There was silence again, and then a cupboard door slammed shut loudly. I listened to the sink run.

Rolling over, I opened my eyes. Wesley was standing by the counter.

"Hi," I said, my throat hurt.

"Hi. Did you have a nice nap?" He asked.

He sounded funny.

"I didn't even mean to fall asleep. What time is it? How'd the audition go?" I asked.

"I don't want to talk about it," Wesley snapped.

That wasn't good.

I sat up. "What are we going to do tonight?"

"Nothing, it's snowing," Wesley said.

"It is?" I asked. Getting up, I went to the window.

Puffs of white fluff steadily fell from the sky. "Wow! It's pretty."

I turned around. Wesley was standing in the same spot staring at me.

It made me uncomfortable. "So what are we going to do?"

"I don't know. All my plans didn't work out because you were sleeping, so I have nothing."

I looked down at the ground. "I'm sorry, Wesley, my head..."

"Hurt, and you were tired. Yeah, I know," He snapped.

I don't know what happened between him leaving and coming back, but it wasn't my fault, and I was starting to get mad that he was taking it out on me.

"How'd the audition go?" I tried again.

"I said I didn't want to talk about it," He snapped.

"Then what do you want to do, Wesley?" I asked, sarcasm dripping from every word.

Wesley set his glass down and crossed the room towards me. His hands went on my hips, and his arm wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me against him. Wesley's lips crushed down on mine. I kissed him back. His hand slid up my side and under my shirt. Finding my breast, he rubbed it hard.

I wanted to enjoy this. I wanted to let Wesley do what he wanted, but the way he touched me, I wasn't getting into it.

Wesley bit my lower lip, and I opened my mouth in protest, and his tongue darted in.

Slowly he moved me to the bed. His hands are everywhere, his mouth hard on mine.

I turned my head away from his."Wes, can we take a second?"

Wesley ignored me, attacking my neck.

"Wes, stop!" I said louder.

Wesley kept going.