narrative
Caitlin pov
it's been a little over a week since Connor left iowa. I still haven't told Kate that we didn't break up.
"what did you need to talk to me about?" Kate asks, walking out of my bathroom. she sits down in the bed next to me.
"um," I sigh. "im just going to get this over with. Connor and I didn't break up."
"what?" she laughs.
"we didn't break up."
"but you told me that you did." she stands up off of the bed.
"I know I did," I say. "and I tried to break up with him."
"and what happened?" she laughs. "you took him back?"
"no no no," I wave my hands. "he said shit that um."
"that what, Caitlin?" she asks. "what the fuck could explain this? you've had be convinced that you weren't cheating on your boyfriend with me anymore. for the past fucking week!"
"im sorry!" I cry. "he fucking threatened me!"
her face turns blank. "he what?"
"he threatened me," I repeat.
"no shit Sherlock, I have ears. I mean, how?" She asks.
"do you remember when I would say that I was annoyed with him trying to pressure me into having sex?" I ask.
"yes.."
"he told me that if I broke up with him that it wouldn't be my choice anymore," I say. "and that he's been patient enough."
her face turns red. "what. the fuck."
"im sorry," I apologize.
"no, im not even pissed with you anymore. I thought that you just straight up didn't do it. but he fucking threatened you."
"it's seriously not abt big of a deal. its happened before."
"what do you mean it's happened before?" she asks.
"with my high school boyfriend," I answer. "on prom night he um, forced me to, do stuff."
a tear runs down her cheek. "what?" she whispers.
"no seriously," I hold a hand out. "im fine. I really don't care anymore."
she comes and sits back on the bed. she wraps me in her arms. "you shouldn't have to not care about this shit. it's not okay."
"okay," I say.
"have you ever told anyone?" she asks.
"No."
"do you want to tell anyone that could do things about it?" she asks
"no," I say. "I just want to move past it."
"okay," she says.
"do you want to watch the ultimatum?" I ask.
"sure," I answers.
I turn on the show.
we've watched about five minutes of the show. I look down to see Kate looking at me.
"hi," I laugh.
she leans up and kisses me softly. after pulling back, she leans back in to kiss me stronger.
she crawls on top of me to straddle my hips.
she starts to kiss down my neck, stopping to suck at certain spots.
