To Catch Your Fall | Heathoah

7. Not As He Seems

A/N: TW - Sexual assault, attempted rape

Noah

I'm just sketching some ideas for our semi-finals costumes, when there is a knock at the door. The solos, duets and small group still haven't been decided yet, so I'm working with what I can do at the moment. Better to get started early than worrying about it later. 

When I open the door, I'm surprised to see Nick on the other side.

"Oh, hey Nick. What can I do for you?" He's been around here a few times in the last couple weeks. But, that was really just for sex, and I'm not exactly in the mood for that right now. 

"You left your phone at the studio." Handing it over, he makes me realise that I haven't looked for it at all since I got home. How looking was I working for? Checking the time on the device, it says about 2 hours or so. Okay, I need to get something to eat. 

"Thanks for that, didn't even realise it was missing. Um, do you want to come inside, or..." I trail off, noticing him repeatedly glancing behind me. 

"That would be nice, yes." He smiles at me. I step out of the way and let him in.

The two of us head to the kitchen, me going to put on the kettle. Each time we're together one on one, we tend to drink some form of tea or coffee. Don't see why this should be any different. 

As he takes a seat at the island, I realise that I'm only dressed in one of my tank-tops and a purple pair of briefs. Explains why Nick was constantly looking me up and down. 

"I'm just gonna grab some shorts." I tell him, intending to go to my bedroom. After only taking a few steps though, I feel his hand on my wrist.

"You don't need to do that. I like the view." His voice is not more than a whisper, and it makes me shiver as it hits my ear. I can feel his body pressing into my back, his erection hitting my ass.

Then his arms wrap around my front, cupping around my pecs, then going down. Further and further. Until they reach under to touch my flaccid cock.

"Nick, sorry. But. I'm not in the mood." I tell him, waiting for him to let go.

But...he doesn't. 

"You sure? Cause you're dressed up like a slut right now. Who else were you expecting to see you like this then me?" His lips travel around my ears and neck, nipping and licking me uncomfortably. What is he doing?...

"I was wearing these because I thought I'd be alone for the rest of the evening." There is more force to my voice now and I try to get his grip off me. The air starts going from my throat and breath become short. Still, he doesn't move. "Now, please...let go."

"You're such a tease. I know you want this. That's what I like about you. You're really letting me act out all my fantasies that I've had for years." I cringe as he bites the top of my ear. Whimpered "stops" keep escaping my lips, as I wiggle to get away from him.

I don't know what is going on. Why is he acting like this? I told him to let go, so why isn't he?...

As soon as he tries slipping a hand into my briefs, that's when I bring up an elbow and slam it into his ribs. He shrieks in pain and finally I'm able to escape. I act quickly, running off to the a-joint living room and stand behind the couch.

"What the bloody hell was that for?!" He shouts at me from where he's slouched over. 

"'What was that for.'" I whisper, shaking my head. "I told you that I wasn't in the mood and to let go of me multiple times, but you wouldn't listen!"

"Why should I?! You invited me in and dressed like that! What did you expect me to think?!

I don't recognise this man at all. The Nick I knew was a jittery, kind, innocent soul, who looked at the world and it's people like they were made of sparkles. I enjoyed spending time with him over drinks and listening to him talk on and on about all his interests. Not this...foul piece of shit that was two steps from raping me if I didn't hit him and is now looking at me with blood in his eyes!

"I don't know, maybe because I thought we could have a nice conversation that didn't lead to sex for once, and that you wouldn't objectify me just because of what I wear! Also, may I remind you that you're the one that came here! I was just going to spend the evening finishing off some work, then you came in saying that I left my phone behind. Though, seeing how my attention hasn't been the best today, it's not unfair to say you probably took it in the first pla-"

The accusation gets cut from my tongue, as the shattering of a mug fills the air. I look beside me at the pieces which were very close to hitting my face. Shards of mug and tea drop down from the wall, which is now dented. Turning from them, my eyes and lips tremble at I look at Nick, who's panting like a mad mad as he glares at me.

It's not her. It's not her. It's not her!

"Get. The fuck. Out of my house!" I roar at him, my voice stuttering more than it has in years. 

Thankfully, he gets the message when I grab the poker from the fireplace. Nothing else is said between us. His eyes just dart from me to the weapon in my hand, and then he storms out. The impact of the door slamming is like a representation of my bones giving way. Tears fall endlessly down my face as I fall down on the chair next to me.