The Dark Side Of The Moon

Chapter 7

I woke up exactly as I had went to sleep, and that scared me. Mo hadn't come back yet. The couple days he didn't sleep with me, he brought me food and sat in the chair or stood in the corner until I woke up. I sat up and just looked around awkwardly, not knowing what to do. I sighed and changed my clothes. There was nothing to do. Usually Mo was here, and we would argue or kiss, or just talk. This makes me realize how much I depend on him, how weak I am. He is doing this on purpose so I will do anything for him to get what I need. I laid back on the bed in exasperation. This isn't fair! I just want to go home! I shouldn't have to beg or give kisses for the things that I want. He's probably doing another girl right now, telling her he loves her. I told him I loved him! Why am I so stupid? I'm not even sure that I love him! I just said it because it fit the moment! I do like him, but I'm not sure that I love him! I love the way he makes me feel, but I'm not sure I love him as a person. I had made myself tired thinking about everything. I rolled over, and fell asleep again.

I woke up to Mo rubbing my thigh clumsily. He was breathing heavily, and seemed to be having trouble doing what he wanted. "Mo, what are you doing??" He scrunched up his face, then bombarded my face with sloppy, wet kisses. His breath was horrible. It smelled like alcohol and morning breath. I tried to push him off of me, but he straddled my hips and gripped the sheets beside my head. I was starting to panic. He was trying to kiss my neck, but he just ended up licking me. I was pushing on his chest and shoulders as hard as I could, but he wasn't moving at all. "Stop it." He said angrily. I pushed him again, and he growled at me, like an animal! "Mo! Please stop!" He sat up and looked at me, eyes glowing. "I will do whatever I want to you." He slurred. His eyes were mesmerizing. They seemed to be slowly changing color. I watched them change from brown, to light brown, then to a vivid yellow. I gasped. He smiled at me, and I saw long canines emerge from behind his lips.

I screamed, and he laughed loudly. He opened his mouth and scraped his teeth against my neck. "Mo! Please stop!" I whimpered. He bit my ear. "Beg me to stop." He whispered. I started to cry. "Please Mo. Please. You're drunk, you don't know what you're doing!" He was kissing my earlobe over and over, stalling. "I may not know what I'm doing now, but I'm sure neither of us will regret it later." I cried and started kicking and pushing him. He just laughed at me when I bucked my hips to try to throw him off of me. I tilted my head back and screamed, knowing full well no one could hear me. "Somebody help me!" He chuckled and kissed my neck, tongue swirling clumsily. He sat back on his heels, still over my hips. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them by my head. I looked at him through my eyelashes. I couldn't stand to look at him straight in the eye. My tank top had shifted down in my struggles, and he was staring intensely at my chest. I was pleading with him, whispering for him to stop, but my pleadings fell on deaf ears.

His eyes shifted around the room, and they fell on the chain he had removed from my ankle the day before. I saw he was looking at it, and screamed at him. "Mo, no!! You don't know what you're doing!!" He smiled wryly at me and grabbed the chain, letting me go in his drunken state. I lunged toward the other side of the room on my stomach, but he grabbed my ankle and dragged me back towards him. I screamed and clawed at the ground, trying anything to keep myself away from him, but nothing worked. I was crying and gasping for breath, but he didn't stop. He clasped the chain around my ankle again and I lost all hope. I was trembling from the adrenaline rush, and my hair was sticking to my face. I closed my eyes tightly and curled up into a ball. Mo had let go, and was retching in the corner. He stopped for a moment, then threw up all over himself, the chair, the wall, and the floor. I took the opportunity to scramble away from him to the opposite side of the room by my bed. He wiped his mouth, glanced over at me, and smiled. Tears rushed to my eyes, and I curled up into the fetal position. I heard him stumble across the room with heavy footsteps, then I felt him hover over me. He moved my hair away from my neck, and bit me.