Addicted {bxb}

VI

~Adrian~

"Stop," I said breathlessly but he didn't listen. "Ju-Justin... please."

Still, he didn't want to listen to me and when he held both of my wrists in his hands so that his free hand could travel underneath my shirt I closed my eyes tight. Justin pulled away from me and even though my vision was blurry from the tears in my eyes I knew the way he was looking at me he showed no sympathy for me.

"What are you doing?" I whimpered.

"You asked me how I sleep knowing people only know me because of my last name," he reminded me. "And I said I can show you better than I can tell you."

"But I-"

"You don't have to be experienced, Adrian," he said in a soft tone. "I'll teach you."

"I don't..."

He leaned closer to me so that he could kiss my neck again while his fingers played with my nipple. I couldn't stop myself from moaning again and it wasn't because I was enjoying it.

"Stop," I said breathlessly, still fighting with the stronger male. "Stop... Justin."

I would be lying if I said the feeling wasn't nice because truth is, I did like the feeling. I just didn't want to feel that. I didn't want to feel his touch when he was in this state.

"Get off of me!" I shouted, finally finding the strength to push him to the ground.

I sat up on his bed and watched him grab his head which I assumed was pounding but that didn't stop me from grabbing my clothes so that I could leave. The music outside of his room was still blasting through the speakers as I made my way downstairs while I struggled with my phone. I found Erica's contact and called her multiple times but was getting no response.

"Sorry," I apologized when I bumped into someone while I pushed through the crowd.

I tried one more time to call Erica but it went straight to voicemail. Why isn't she answering? A question I needed answered but I knew I wasn't going to get it tonight. I needed to get out of here before Justin came to find me. I apologized over and over again as I pushed through everyone and once I finally reached the front door I swung it open and then rushed down the sidewalk just to get back home.

I didn't want to be alone. I wanted Erica with me tonight. I wanted her at that party that she forced me to go to. Maybe if she didn't leave me then none of this would be happening. That was her friend after all and when she found out what he did to me I knew that she wasn't going to be happy. I didn't want him around in our life anymore and I don't care how much money his family has.

When I got to my bedroom I tossed myself on my bed, holding my knees close to my body as I cried. This was a weird feeling and it was something that I never want to feel again. And it was all thanks to him. I don't care how much drugs he took and how much alcohol he consumed, what he did tonight was something that shouldn't have crossed his mind. So to that, I say...

Fuck you, Justin Park.

The next day I didn't feel like getting out of bed. Every sound from my phone didn't cause me to move and when I heard a knock on my door I didn't bother to give a response. But the person decided to let themselves in any way. I rolled over my side to see who it was and I saw Erica making her way to me.

"Here," she said, holding out a glass of water in one hand and a pill in her other.

"What's," I groaned, slowly sitting up on my bed. "What's this for?"

"I figured you were probably hungover after last night," she responded with a chuckle.

"I'm not-"

"Just take it," she insisted, placing both of the items on my nightstand. "You'll feel a lot better when you do."

"I didn't drink last night," I said softly.

She sat down on my bed with me keeping her eyes locked on me. "Where were you?" she asked.

"I left."

"When?" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows. "And why?"

"Because of Justin," I decided to say, getting straight to the truth.

"What the hell did Justin do?" she asked then crossed her leg one over the other.

"He... he forced himself onto me, Erica," I stumbled out. "He touched me and started to kiss all over me and when I told him to stop he-"

"Adrian," Erica said, cutting me off. "Are you serious?"

"Yes," I said but my voice cracked. "You think I'm making this up?"

"For attention? Yeah, I do."

Was she serious right now?

"Erica..." I said softly.

"I may not know Justin but I do know you." It was the way her tone projected onto me that told me she was mad at me. But I didn't know why.

"What are you-"

"You've always been an attention seeker," she said then rolled her eyes. "But this." The look she gave me was disgusted. "This is so low of you. Accusing my friend of trying to sleep with you makes me hurt."

Was she really taking his side right now?

"I'm not-"

"You are!" she snapped, standing up now. "Your fantasies have always been bizarre to me but using my friend and telling me something like this is beyond me."

"Erica you-"

"Don't let him get in your head if this is how you're going to act, Adrian," she said. "I don't want mom and dad questioning me when they get back and see you like this."

I was in shock and was speechless. There was nothing that I could say that would change her mind and make her believe me. She was taking his side over mine and that broke me. Worst of all she thought that I was making all this up.

"If you want Justin then all you had to do was say so," she added.

"I don't want Justin!" I snapped.

"Then why else would you go to that party?" she questioned me. "You hate parties but when it's Justin then all of a sudden you're into them."

"You forced me to go to that party, Erica!"

"You could've said no!"

"I did! You didn't lis-"

"Then don't ask me where I'm going next time," Erica said, cutting me off as she made her way to my door. But before she left she turned to face me again. "Whether or not what you're telling me is true or not, before you think about seeing Justin again remember that he's open to sleeping with anyone that throws themselves at him."

I didn't care about what she was telling me at this point. I was too hurt because my own sister didn't believe me. Instead, she was going to listen to him and take his word for it when she got his side of the story.

When she closed my door that's when I was back to being alone and drowned myself in my tears. This hurt more than what Justin did to me and I knew that now. There was no one that I could talk to about this. And the worst part was that even while I locked myself in my room I still couldn't get Justin out of my head.

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