A Glimpse of Heaven... (weeklychris/christian collins fanfic)

14

The heavy drinking.
Collins.
And now I'm barely naked?!!
Oh my God! Did we just?!

A series of screams escaped through my mouth. "Fuck! When i'm gonna come back i'm going to fuckin' kill you!! You rapist?!" Did he take advantage of me while I was fuckin drunk?! I grabbed one of the couch covers to hide my bare skin.

Confusion painted on his face. "Well I'd love that but I'll prefer dying when I'm old with prune like skin." The side of his mouth creeping into a smile. The bruise under his eyes made by moi are evident. And that's when it hit him. "Wait.. why would you call me a rapist?"

"Cause you took advantage of my body while I was fuckin' drunk and unconscious you darn prick!!" I'm not gonna cry! Im definitely not gonna cry! Big girls do not cry! A drop managed to slide down the side of my face.

He just laughed. Laughed so hard. This lame excuse of a guy is laughing so hard directly at my face after taking my virginity!! He's gone ballistic!

"Raff! What are you talking about? Did you have a nightmare or something?" He started walking towards me and my naked body. I grab the pan again and point it directly at his damn face.  "Wooah there! I'll explain everything later but before that you must take a shower because a.you need one and b.it will calm you down."

"You better have a good God damn explanation for this! Or else our backyard is gonna become a cemetery." I shoot him a sharp glare while turning on my heels and heading to mu room.

"Yeah. Sure Goblin. You fit those pink underpants really well." I gasp and turn to look at him. The jerk just winked at me before hr finally walked to the kitchen! Damn! Oh yeah and he's freakin' shirtless. How could I have missed that?! Ugh! This isn't one of those mornings that are actually good.

I lock myself inside the bathroom to make sure there wont be another movie called 'Taking advantage of the girl who looks like Raffy Rogers. Season 2'. After a few minutes of washing off the gunk left after last nights overdrinking event. I swear to myself I wont drink the amount of alcohol that will make me pass out again.

But it feels strange. I don't feel any of those 'after sex' symptoms that somebody talks to me about. And that somebody is not a girl named Jean. I change into my yoga pants that hugs my butt paired with an oversized hello kitty shirt. I tie my hair into a messy bun and gather my thoughts before grabbing the doorknob and heading out to find the devil itself in the kitchen. I smell something. And no it's not something fishy.

"Goodmorning Goblin." The shirtless creature asks me while holding a spatula in his hand.

I approach the said food and took a glance at it. The smell hit me right in the nostrils. I felt those whatever food I ate yesterday to rise up in my throat. I run to the bathroom and down on my knees.

"Oh come on. My cooking's not that bad." He walked behind me to pat my back while I try to empty my stomach into the toilet. I get up and wash my face. I grab my toothbrush and brush my teeth for atleast 5 minutes to find the manwhore is no longer behind me. I head to the kitchen and sit beside the counter. A glass of red colored juice appeared in front of me.

"It's tomato juice. It'll make you feel slightly better." I cringe my nose at the taste.

"I hope this would really help with the hangover." My throat is going dry so I chug on the whole glass. My eyes wander to Collins sitting beside me. "You didn't put benzo in this, did you?"

"I hope I did." A slight smug look on his face.

"Which reminds me... explanation please?" I turn to face him with my arms folder across my chest.

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