His lips are rough and do not feel pleasant on mine at all. His sudden action also manages to let my anxiety explode. I feel like I might have a heart attack "cause it is beating so fast. I'm staring to get dizzy and I am still to paralysed to stop him from whatever he is doing. He must take this as an invitation to deepen the kiss, opening my mouth with his and sliding in his tongue. There is too much saliva and he nearly chokes me with his tongue. All my nerves are waiting for me to give the signal to flee, which is the only thing I can think about right now. I try to jerk away from him, but he only tightens to grip to my arm and pulls me closer. Being the panicking mess that I am, I just start crying.
As the tears reaches both of our mouth, making the kiss taste all salty; he finally lets go.
"Wo ah calm down you prude, it was just a kiss. I didn't rape you or anything". His words cut deeper than a knife. It just reminds me of the night I had with Jack. As the memories washed over me I started sobbing even more. I throw down his jacket and start running as fast as I could, which is not really fast considering my blurry view. I just keep on and on, until I nearly cough out my lungs which hurt more than ever because of the cold air I inhaled so desperately. I have no freaking clue where I am right now, but this place doesn't seem familiar at all. My lungs and my heart hurts and I am completely exhausted, so I just sit down, burying my head between my knees. I tell myself to calm down and do the breathing exercise I always do, when I have a panic attack. When the blood stops rushing trough my head and blocking my ears, I hear music from a far. I get up and turn around to see a fraternity building at the end of the street. I haven't been drunk in over one year but I definitely have the strong will to get drunk and to just forget about everything so I slowly start walking towards the big house.
