Addicted {bxb}

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~Adrian~

"Do you not remember?" I asked suddenly and my expression dropped.

"Remember what?" Justin asked.

"That night. That party at your house."

"You're going to have to be more specific," he said, acting like he was trying to remember what I was talking about.

"I was at your house that night. You threw a party and Erica dragged me there." I paused, finally giving up. "You really don't remember?"

I hated myself for letting my voice crack when I asked him again. I shook my head then dropped my eyes to the bed to hide the fact that I was crying. I was crying again and it was because of him.

"Adrian I-"

"I would tell you to just forget about it but," I said softly and then paused to look up at him again. "You already did."

That conversation kept playing on repeat in my head and I just wanted it to go away. But I knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon considering that it's already day three and Justin still hasn't gone back home. I ran into him one morning on my way to the bathroom and when he tried to talk to me I turned away so that I could use the restroom downstairs instead. I wasn't buying what he told me when he said that he didn't remember what happened that night. I know that he wanted me to tell him face to face but that was something that I wasn't going to do.

I was in the kitchen the third day fixing a bowl of cereal while I waited for everyone else to wake up so I wasn't alone. But one thing I knew was that the first person I was going to see in the morning was going to be Justin. Somehow we both would wake up at the same time which I found annoying because there was a part of me that wished he chose to sleep in. Usually, people who party and get drunk 24/7 want to sleep in so they have their energy for the rest of the day.

"Good morning," Justin said once he was in the kitchen with me.

I pretended that I didn't hear him as I made my way past him but when his hand grabbed my arm I felt my whole body tense up and every memory hit me like a wave.

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

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. 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 didn't want to feel his touch when he was in this state.

"Get off of me!" I shouted

I dropped my bowl of cereal that I had made and the sound of the glass bowl breaking into pieces when it hit the ground caused Justin to let me go. He stepped back and I rushed back upstairs when I felt the tears starting to burn in my eyes. I didn't want him to see me crying again because I knew he was going to question me. Acting like he cared about my feelings when it was obvious that he didn't care.

When I was alone in my room I let myself cry. There was more than one reason that made me feel so weak and that main reason wasn't because of what he did. He was because I didn't have anyone to talk to about this. My own sister didn't even believe me when I told her what happened. I hated that I let myself cut everyone that I knew out of my life because I was in my head, feeling like I couldn't trust anyone. But I had every right not to put all my trust in a group of people who most likely didn't appreciate me as a person. There was a knock on the door and I couldn't get the words out to tell the person to leave me alone. I guess they took my silence as a reason for them to step into my room, closing the door behind them.

"Adrian, what's wrong?"

It was my mom. When did she get back home? Fuck, she knows that I'm crying too.

I shook my head as I began to wipe away my tears, struggling to form a sentence. "It's... It's no... nothing... mom."

"Why are you crying?" she asked, wrapping her arms around me.

I couldn't tell her the reason that I was crying because I knew she wasn't going to believe me either. So I shook my head again, still wiping away my tears.

"Adrian, please talk to me," her voice was soft.

I was lucky to have the mom that I do today even with the business that both she and my dad are in. I know there are people that don't treat their kids with love but I'm not one of them. I was thinking of a lie to tell her but when I looked up and my vision wasn't super blurry I saw Erica standing in the doorway and Justin was right behind her.

"I promise mom," I said, making eye contact with her. "I'm fine."

I looked past her again and saw Erica roll her eyes before walking away, going back into her bedroom but Justin stayed behind. Why was he still here?

"Just know that you can tell me anything that's bothering you okay," my mom said and I nodded once our eyes locked again. She stood up after giving me another hug and then Justin finally walked away. "Your father and I have another meeting today so we won't be back until later tonight."

"Okay," I said softly.

"If you need anything, remember that you can call."

"I know."

"I love you."

"I love you too, mom."

She turned away, leaving my bedroom and once she closed the door behind her I was alone once again. I know that I should trust my own mom but this was something I was embarrassed to tell anyone. Especially after the way Erica reacted to the whole thing, it made me feel more embarrassed. I just wanted it all to go away. I just wanted to forget about that night the same way that Justin did.

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