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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Stacey Jensen

Ow! My head is pounding feeling like someone took a five-pound hammer to it. I'm never touching alcohol again. The stuff is the devil's virus. Damn it! Did Nora come into my room and opened the curtains? It isn't like her to waltz in here. I must have forgotten to lock my bedroom door behind me. Geez! The awful sour taste in my mouth makes me nauseous. I need a shower and lots of water to drink. The dizziness hits me like a tidal wave when I tried to sit up. I immediately lay back down. I stare up at the ceiling and try to recall what happened at Rodger's party. My mind hits a blank. I'm positive that the events of last night will eventually return. I'm about to close my eyes to go back to sleep. When I realize that the ceiling I'm looking at is not mine. It's Ryan's and a nervous jolt shot through my body. I fly up in a sitting position ignoring the dizziness in my head. As last night's events come flooding back like a raging storm.

My eyes land on Ryan. And he is sitting in a chair next to the foot of the bed and is naked from the waist up. His intense watchful eyes are on me. He has a glass filled with whiskey in one hand resting on the arm of the chair. He hides his whiskey in a shoebox under his bed. Fuck! How much of it has he drunk already? There is no bottle in sight. He drinks when he is beyond angry. It doesn't take a genius to know who drove him to alcohol. I remember flirting and drinking with a group of guys. It looks like he wants to kill me. I have a. Sudden urge to flee the room at the way he is gripping the glass. His eyes are bloodshot and there are dark circles underneath them. He didn't sleep at all last night. And spent his time watching me sleep like a creepy stalker. A cold shiver breaks out on my naked flesh. I don't have a stitch of clothing on. He must have stripped me last night. How did I get here? I wouldn't have come here willingly.

He empty's the glass by gulping the whiskey like it's water and staring at me over the rim of the tumbler. He looks awful. And it's all my fault. I should've aborted the baby. He looks so miserable. He is never going to want the baby growing inside of me. "Had fun last night?" His voice startles me in the quiet room. I can only imagine what my eyes look like. Filled with fear and a huge. I have no response to his question. I avoid his gaze and choose to stare at the bedding. I had fun with Mel. If I say yes. Then he is going to take it the wrong way. And assume I'm talking about the guys he saw me standing with when he had walked into the room. "Look at me!" He roars. If this was a scene in a movie the walls would've vibrated. I meet his eyes and gulp down invisible saliva. He is so going to murder me.

Ryan Kavanaugh

Stacey is scared out of her mind. I can tell by the fear in her eyes and the wariness in her posture. She should be very afraid of me. My parents happily said yes when I asked if Stacey could sleep over. But we must sleep in separate bedrooms. It didn't stop me from joining Stacey in the middle of the night. when I was certain mom and dad were fast asleep. They were already tucked away in their bedroom when I brought a giggling drunk Stacey home. I was tempted to fetch and show them what their precious angel who can do nothing wrong in their eyes got up to. But I know them and they would've thought up excuses for why my girlfriend went out drinking. It sometimes feels like my parents favor my girlfriend more than me.

The first thing I did was burn that fucking dress from last night. I didn't like the images of Rodger's hand touching it flashing in my head. When I was done turning the dress into ashes. I return to my bedroom where I had put Stacey up for the night. I had removed her underwear and makeup. After I was done I pulled the sheets over her body and left her to rest. She looked so sweet and innocent in her sleep. And when awake she's a wildcat with sharp claws. I returned to my room around three am and slid in next to her. She was awake and had jumped me. I wasn't going to say no. I went without sex for ten days. We had attacked each other like wild animals. We were so loud. I am convinced my parents heard us. I went deep into her wet pussy and the thought of her carrying my child made it more intense. We couldn't get enough of each other. The sexy loud moans she made are still ringing in my ears. Stacey pulls the sheets up to her chest hiding her body from me. I want to laugh at her absurdity. She didn't have a problem when she laid spread eagle and invited me into her pussy. She was begging for it. Fucked my face multiple times and rode me so hard. I saw stars. And now she wants to be modest and shit. Fuck that let's go straight for the jugular.