I pealed my eyes open, unsure if I really even wanted to get out of bed. It was easy to confirm that I didn't want to. Getting out of bed always seemed like such a chore. Like taking out the trash, or walking the dog.
Haha, dog.
I looked over to see that Ramona was in bed with me. I wasn't sure why, and wasn't sure if I should ask. Her face was red and puffy like she had been crying all night which worried me. Was she okay? What happened? She was sleeping and I really didnt want to wake her up and make her cry again.
Bzzzzz Bzzzzz
*Can you come over to Nates some time today?* Read the text message.
*Who is this?* I replied, not recognizing the number.
*Keaton, we need to talk.* He replied.
*About what?* I asked.
"You're awake." Ramona smiled.
"Yeah, Keaton wants me to go talk to him." I frowned.
"He came over last night." She said quietly, positioning her body so she was sitting up on the bed.
"Really?" I frowned.
"He told River about the whole Ricky situation." She replied.
Did my fight with Keaton have anything to do with River and Ramona? Maybe the got into a fight because of me but I just don't see how that could have possibley happened. But I knew for sure that Ramona had came here some time last night crying, and crawled into bed with me; possibley crying herself to sleep.
"Oh?" I questioned.
"River completly took Keatons side, like you'd expect. Then I was trying to explain to them that they should give you a chance to explain. They should give you a chance to at least tell them your side of the story. River did not like that." She sighed.
"You don't need to stand up for me." I began.
"Yes I do. If I didn't who was going to? Both of them were dead set on being upset with you. Nothing was going to change their minds about it unless I spoke up. Keaton was prepared to leave and go back to Rio last night. Until I said something." She replied.
I was happy that Ramona was sticking up for me but she was just making things worse with her and River, and that upseted me. She shouldn't be fighting my battles for me, I should be fighting them. Keaton was stupid for going over there and blabbing his big mouth to them about our argument. He knew that River would take his side, causing Ramona to have no choice but to stick up for me.
This kind of stress was also very harmful to the baby. What if something happened to the baby because of this little argument? An argument that Keaton should have left between the two of us.
"I'm sure it'll be fine. He wants to talk anyways." I commented.
I had to basically rip myself out of bed, not wanting to get up. Mostly because I didn't want to go see what Keaton wanted to talk about, he seemed angry. I've only seen Keaton mad a few times and it was something I really wasn't looking forward to.
Arriving at Nate's house even was already awkward. I felt the tension as I entered the house. Keaton was standing in the living room waiting for me as I walked threw the front door after knocking for a few minutes. I knew something wasn't right.
Nobody else was around, just Keaton, the floor, walls, and me. He glared at me like he wanted to kill me. Was he going to hurt me? I needed him to understand that Ricky had forced himself upon me. I didn't make any decision on what was going on. I was trying to get out of here.
He wouldn't let me.
What was I supposed to do?
"Do you want to sit down or-?" He asked.
"No, i'm guessing this wont take long." I said crossing my arms over my chest.
"We have some serious talking to do." Keaton sighed angerly.
"About?" I questioned, already knowing the answer.
"This ex of yours." He stated.
"Keaton please don't." I sighed, relaxing my body.
He took a few steps towards me then paused for a minute. Something was telling me that there was danger in his eyes. He looked really dangerous, angry. He backed me against the wall, my back pressed against it as he breathed down my neck.
"You won't see that horrible guy ever again." He demanded.
"Excuse you?" I argued.
I didn't have any intenchins on ever seeing Ricky again anyways unless it was completely neccessary, but right now it wasn't. I didn't even have any plans to see him. I was only arguing because I didn't want Keaton to think he had the right to demand me around like I was some sort of rag doll he could just throw around the room.
"You won't. Or I will kill that fucker." Keaton hissed.
"Keaton stop being foolish. I'll see whoever the hell I want to see." I demanded.
I felt his hands land on my hips. Before I even processed the thought of pushing them away he slammed them against the wall, holding me in place to where I couldn't move even if I wanted to. I whinned a little as he stared down into my eyes.
"I swear to god Aubrey, you see that peice of shit again. I'll-well i'll do whatever it takes." He growled.
"I'm soooo scared." I played.
I could feel his temper rising. The anger was generating off of him and landing strait on me, letting me know not to play games with him. I frowned a little as he looked down at me angerly. He was really this mad over it?
"Aubrey." He snapped.
I instantly felt completely and utterly self-concious. I wanted him away from me. The tingles were barely there anymore, and I didn't know why they were gone. I wanted Keaton, but right now he was scaring me. What would happen when we got married? If I talked to a guy in the store, would Keaton get this mad again?
"Keaton I didn't-" I started to explain what happened.
"Please Aubrey, promise me." He whispered against the side of my neck.
"I can't." I replied, breathing out dramatically.
I felt his hands grip harder onto my hips, not letting me have any chance of getting away from him, not that I wanted to; but still. He pushed his lips down onto my neck, kissing softly, making me wonder what was even going on. Was he trying to seduce me into not seeing Ricky anymore?
"Remember you made that choice." He hissed.
I felt him kiss again, sucking gently this time. My body shook at hos angry he was. I knew he was really mad, but nothing prepared me for what he was about to do. I felt his teeth bite gently at my neck, causing me to squirm.
All of a sudden I felt his canines sink into the skin on the side of my neck. I cried out in pain as he kept my hips pinned to the wall. I gulped down hard, grabbing his hair, tugging harshly as he let it sink it.
"Keaton....you marked me." I whispered.
