The Baby Blue Bentley {Russell Westbrook}

Chapter XVIII

Russell groaned again for the third time in the past five minutes. I was still trying to sleep. It was only 10 AM, after all. He groaned again, shifting under the covers.

"Can you shut the hell up?" I snapped, groggily. Sleep filled my voice.

He groaned a response before saying something I could actually decipher. "I had way too much to drink last night."

"Yeah, I know, I was there," I informed him, rolling my eyes. The memories of Russell attempting to have sex with me, while I constantly refused, him throwing up all over the bathroom, and then I had to clean it up, him fighting and yelling at me, which I just had to sit and stay quiet. I rubbed my temples, brushing some of my hair out of my face.

"Was I am asshole last night?" I heard him ask. I stayed quiet. I'm pretty sure he got the memo. He was being worse than an asshole. He was meaner than he has ever been and I never wanted to be around him when he was drunk again.

Last night:

"Can you stop screaming at me, please? I told you, I didn't mean to snap. I know you were just looking out for me and I am grateful for that!" I raised my voice, but it was no use. Arguing with drunk Russell was like arguing with a brick wall. I rolled my eyes and pressed against the bridge of my nose—what I did when I was stressed out.

"No, I will scream if I fucking want too!" He yelled back. I couldn't stand him drunk, I couldn't take it. I was on the verge of tears. "Why don't you go cry yourself a damn river? You're acting pathetic, Monica."

"Really? You're going to call me pathetic? You're the one who was just begging to have sex with me," I retorted, biting my lower lip. I was trying so hard not to cry right now. I should've had Kevin stay. This was more than I was asking for.

"Well, you are a slut so I naturally just thought your panties would be dropping right now," He scowled. I stood there and didn't say a thing. So, Russell really believed the bullshit lies my mother was feeding everyone. That I was just a pathetic whore. I brushed the tear away that fell down my cheek. Why did he have to do this? "But maybe you just like being raped more than having sex with someone you love... Who knows maybe you don't even fucking love me."

"I do love you!" I wailed, wiping more tears away. I couldn't hold them back anymore. "You sound just like my mother." Russell picked up the vase off the nightstand, smashing it against the wall furiously. I jumped at the smash, as the beautiful pastel color, shattered into a million pieces, falling to the floor.

"Dammit, Monica!" He shouted, "look at what you are doing to me!"

"I'm not doing shit to you! Your alcohol did this to you! You're trying to tell me I can't drink, and here you are, drunk as hell, yelling at me for no reason!" I was screaming at the top of my lungs. I was so scared for what Russell did tonight. I was scared maybe he had cheated on me. The thought loomed heavily on my mind. I was frightened for the truth. "Did you cheat on me?"

"Why the fuckin' hell would you think that, huh? I would never even think of it!" He got into my face, as I moved my face back, scared he was going to hit me. I did it involuntarily. It was a reflex. "Now you think I'm going to hit you?"

"Forget what I said about you being like my mother, you are just like my father! An aggressive drunk! Get the hell away from me, I'm going to bed. Sleep wherever the hell you want, I don't give a shit... Hey, if you want some ass, call up Nina, I'm pretty sure she's available and according to her she will always have total control over you. You probably don't want to sleep with a slut, anyways." I stared at him and he stared back harder. He just stood there and didn't do anything. "So, go." I folded my arms across my chest, walking past him and to the bed. Before I reached it, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him. "Let me go!" I screamed, turning around to kick him. I lifted my leg, but he grabbed me from behind, picking me up and off the floor. "Stop, put me down, let me go!" I kicked and trailed, but that didn't seem to do anything. I continued, before he finally threw me down onto the bed. I rolled my eyes and pushed my hair out of my face.