MÉTIS

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Disclamer: abuse, rape

Métis

Claire and I were watching the TV while eating cheap asian noodles. It's Thursday evening and even if it isn't much, Thursday nights are usually our fun nights. You might be wondering if this is our definition of fun and to answer that pressing question - yes, it is.

We usually talk about whatever we need to get off our chest while eating to manage our budget. That means usually getting noodles or something off of the discount section at the store.

At the moment, it's Claire talking about her one-night stand with our favorite TV show playing in the background.

"So how did you meet this Damien exactly?," I ask after listening to how skillful he is in bed.

"You know, after you went out to work I slept all day after my shift. And then in the evening I went to see you at La Mamba because I was bored. Well, when I walked in, somebody took me by my hand and basically pulled me to kiss me." I looked at her with shock written all over my face because that sounds like something from a movie.

"I know how that sounds," she continues. "But he kissed so passionately that I just let him." Her cheeks turn red as she recalls the night. I just wonder how bizarre the situation is.

"And then somehow, we ended back in our apartment. But don't worry. He must have vanished at night because in the morning he was gone." She ends with a little disappointment in her voice.

I grab her shoulder and pull her on mine. While finishing my noodles, I sigh.

"Who knows, maybe you'll see him again," I say while secretly hoping that she won't. Not only is this encounter exciting for her, it's worrying for me.

Lost in my thoughts about her safety, I don't hear her question until she shakes me.

"What?," I ask with confusion on my face.

"Well, tell me about your shift. Did something special happen to you too?," she winks.

"Um... no. Everything was normal," I clear my throat. "It was nothing out the ordinary," I say while looking at my almost empty greasy bowl that has only a little water and small pieces of noodles left in it.

I don't know why but I feel a little nervous just thinking about that few seconds when I saw some random guy. Why does it make me feel this way? Why does he make me feel this way?

"Oh, okay," She looks at me with that look on her face like she knows I'm not telling her something. She narrows her eyes while studying my face that is focused on the television.

After a while, she continues: " What about Jake?," she asks playfully.

"Good, I spent the night with him," I shrug my shoulder like it's not a big deal (which is not).

She starts giggling.

"You know, this friendship with benefits is not going to end well for one of you. And I get the feeling it won't be you," Claire says.

"Stop with this. How many times do I have to tell you that we both know it won't change into nothing serious. It's just fun," I respond while going to the kitchen to grab some water.

"Whatever you say, M. But I think we both know it's not true," she responds while eating the rest of her meal.

"Yeah, yeah," I turn to return to the couch when I hear knocking on our front door.

I frown while asking Claire if she is expecting someone. She shook her head.

I make my way to the door and I open it which would prove to be the biggest mistake I made (at least this week anyway).

"What are you doing here?," I say sternly.

"I wanted to see you, babe. Aren't you glad to see me?," Kairos responds. I go to close the door but he puts his foot in the apartment to stop it.

He enters in and I start to step back. Claire notices him and she immediately stands up. She looks terrified because she remembers him and what he did during his last visit.

"Oh hello, Claire. Long time no see," Kairos says with a smirk on his face. He eyes my body up and down. I am in my shorts and tank top which now proves to be the worst outfit I could have picked for home.

His eyes darken with desire and he moves closer to me while I tell Claire to go away. She refuses and she stands in front of me to protect me. Kairos smirks and he slaps Claire in the face. 

She falls to the floor and I bent over to help her stand up. I hide her body behind mine.

"Yes, Claire. Give us some privacy. We have some unfinished business to attend to, isn't that right Métis?," he says while closing the distance between us. He is a few centimeters from my face and I get hit with a distinct smell of alcohol.

"Please, Claire. Just go, I'll be fine," I say turning my back to him trying to convince her not to get hurt as well and luckily, she listens. She's holding her face and she runs away from the apartment. Hopefully, to get some help.

Kairos takes a piece of my hair and he smells it. My breath gets stuck in my throat and I feel anxiety building up in my chest. Unable to move away, I just stand there waiting for whatever is going to happen.

"Did you think I could forget about you?," he asks. 

He touches my face with his fingers. "About us?," he moves his lips just millimeters away from mine.

"Kairos, please. Just - just please. Leave me be," I say completely terrified. 

I got away from him by a complete miracle. And I thought it would be permanent. But obviously, I'm just not that lucky.

Suddenly, he grabs my neck with a huge force and his face turns into an angry grimace.

"Stop it. Stop acting like I'm hurting you. Just give in, you know you want to," he spits in my face.

I start sobbing while fighting him touch. 

I can't breath. 

He starts undressing me and touching me. 

He takes me to the couch where he lays me.

My eyes are full of tears that I can't almost see.

"I'll make you like me even if you don't right now," He says while taking off his pants.

"No," I manage to breath out. "Please..."

But it's too late. He enters me and my body gives up. I start to lose consciousness and the last thing I can hear is a bang.

That's when I drift to the darkness. Away from this hell.