Fifty Shades Of Lyon [REWORK]

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The Night They Met

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Violet opened her eyes slowly, feeling unsure about the location she was in. It took a while for her blurry vision to subside, and finally she could see that she was in a bedroom. Though, it didn't belong to her. Beside her was a stack of red plastic cups, some still filled with alcohol from the night before.

She had a nauseous feeling, and she still couldn't wrap her head around her thoughts while she walked to the bathroom. There were things that got knocked onto the floors of both the bedroom and bathroom. Violet yawned while she sat on the toilet seat, although soon after, she felt something in between her legs that left a shiver down her spine.

She sniffed, looking down at her legs. Her thighs were covered in a few bruises. They trailed all the way to the inner corners. She paused, easing her fingers across the purple color and furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

Once she examined herself in the mirror, she could see everything more clearly. Her shirt looked as if it had been pulled and yanked on because it was stretched. Her hair was a frizzy mess. The bruises on her thighs were more obvious, now. And so were the ones on her wrists. She got up close to the mirror, examining her reflection as if she didn't recognize herself. Her memory wasn't working. But her nausea was high.

A few moments later, she heard the bedroom door open. She opened the door, creeping out with that drained look on her face. She met eyes with the figure who stood clean cut and fresh before her. He was holding a plastic bag in his hands. "There you are. I brought food."

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Violet picked at her plate full of Chinese takeout, quietly tinkering away and trying to piece together what happened within the last 24 hours.

Elijah's eyes glared at her every now and then from the kitchen dining table. The rest of the house was also a mess, with cups and bottles lying around. This indicated that there was a party here the night before. Okay. At least she knows that, now.

"Violet, right?" Elijah asked, and she nodded. "Why aren't you eating?" He asked. She took a moment to reply. "Um...what...happened last night?" She asked. He let out an arrogant chuckle. "Which part of last night? The party out here or the party between us?" He asked.

"The...one between us...?" She asked, teetering on both a statement and a question. He took a sip from his glass of water. "You can't remember anything?" He asked, and she shook her head. "Hmph. You really did have too much to drink. Huh. And I thought you could take more." He said.

"You were really tired. And so I took you to bed, that's all." He said. "But...I didn't have my clothes on..." She said. "Oh, that came afterwards. And you sure were worth it." He said, grinning.

"But...I don't remember saying anything about..." She mumbled, trying to think. "Well, seemed like we both had fun." He said. She thought for a moment, trying to force herself to remember what happened the night before. No matter what, her mind couldn't do it.

"Did I...say yes?" She asked. He narrowed his eyes at her and scoffed. "What kind of question is that?" He asked. "Of course you did." He said. "But...I have bruises..." She said. He could see her wrists. "You told me yes. Don't overthink it. Even though you put up a little tussle." He said, standing up from the table and taking his plate to the sink, washing it clean as if there wasn't an abomination of party trash around him.