I Ran Over my Mate! BWWM (First Draft!!!)

[14]: Him

As soon as I gained consciousness, my nerves began to register the numbness throughout my aching body. It wasn't anything I haven't dealt with before, but my calf was another story.

I wince as the movement of my poor calf resulted with a sharp pain in my left side. It hurt and I whimpered. Definitely wasn't going to move that anytime soon. Everywhere else, I could deal with.

"I see the injection wore off," points out a voice that had my insides going ice cold.

My heart seemed as if, at this point, it couldn't comprehend what to do. My whole body felt frozen in place as He stared back at me through the rear view mirror. His gaze held much more than what his cool demeanor was letting on.

My mind flashes back to the night that changed not only my friendship with him but also my life. The persistent screams of "please,no!" and "it hurts!" have haunted my nightmares ever since that dreadful night years ago. No amount of time or therapy could ever help me from the night terrors that have thankfully come less frequently. Now they're only once in a blue moon. It still doesn't change the fact that He ruined me. He forced me to endure the reality of what it was like to be deflowered, and it the most painful way possible.

"Don't you dare speak to me, you sick douchebag," I screech going to attack him but being held back. The quick look-back confirms my suspicions of being tied up. And to the seatbelt of all things in this ferry of a vehicle that would most likely lead to my worst fears.

He looks back at me in the back seat with emotions that shouldn't be there. The emotions that would belong to someone who had been put through a river of grief and guilt. I knew that the only guilt he felt was not finishing me off when he had the chance in his drunken state.

"Look, I'm sorry I did that to you, sweets," he goes to apologize. "But you know if I was in my sober state of mind, I wouldn't have ever done that to you. Ever."

I growl out at him. "Are you freaking kidding me right now, Michael? I know you're not trying to play the innocent card with me!"

He looks at me with a furious expression. "I'm serious and you know it!"

"How could you believe that I would actually fall for that bull?" I was becoming more and more angry as time slips by. Hot tears threaten to pour down my face and reveal the weak girl he created years ago.

"Destiney, you know that I never meant to hurt you in such a cruel way! You don't know how much it tore me up inside waking up the next morning in a stranger's bed to see you laying there! Tears were still falling down your face and the fact that neither of us were clothed tore me apart! The final crack in my dam was the blood on the sheets and your thighs!" He growls in frustration, punching the steering wheel. "Dammit, Destiney! I fucking took your virginity while I was overly drunk at a party! It killed me that I was the one to take it away so evilly!"

I sneer at him with my lips pulled in a snarl. "Then why the hell did you do it!"

You could hear my voice crack in the silent car. The tears that were battling to escape had won and overflowed in a trail of bottled-up emotions down my cheeks. All the memories from when I woke the next day with pain everywhere and my best friend looking at me in fear and guilt hit me hard. It was a hard thing to take in when he told me what he'd done and we were never the same after.

"Dammit, I don't remember and I wished I did. I'm sorry, I just... I didn't want your first time to be like that," he admits shamefully trailing off.

I break out in sobs as he doesn't meet my eyes in the mirror. "What? So you were planning to take my virginity all along?" I query with a weak whisper. "Is that why you stuck up for me all the time and never allowed any other guy to come near me?"