My heart is stripped just for you(H2OVanoss)

Part 31 - Do you understand?

Alright, I'm sorry for this chapter. I felt like this is the way he should be acting after what happened with Ohm. Like he broke him again, so I apologize to any of you who don't agree with me. Anyway, love you for this support. And most likely schedule is going to be every third day, I'll see how it goes. Enjoy ^.^

Warning: Self-Degrading

P.S: Notification, please please please work!!!
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(Delirious POV)
When I pass the sleeping state, the first thing I felt was my head hurting like shit. I wanted to throw up, stomach was on the water. My asshole hurt, I knew too well from what. I felt somebody lying next to me and I was fearing the worst.

Opening my eyes, I didn't see Ohm to my surprise. It was my old boss. He was completely naked, which confused me even more.

How the fuck?

I tried to sit up, when his arms wrapped around me like a web around a doomed insects, pulling me back towards his body.

"Just a few more seconds," he whispered, but I needed everybody out of my personal bubble.

"Let go," I insisted, fighting for my freedom.

He let me go instantly, opening his eyes. I felt new tears in my eyes and I quickly stood up. I ran to the bathroom, locking it behind me, instantly throwing up.

"Jonathan? Jonathan, open the door," Evan whispered behind the door.

I washed my mouth afterwards, looking at myself into the mirror.

What can I tell you? That I let Ohm get me drunk and then fuck me? Then I didn't fought back enough? I deserved this for being such a weaker.

"Jonathan," he tried again, and I punched the mirror from the pure rage.

The glass shattered, pieces falling down. I looked down at my freshly cut hand, not really feeling any pain.

You don't deserve happiness, Jonathan. Only the worst. My dad was right, I don't deserve to live. I shouldn't be alive.

"Open the fucking door, I beg you!" Evan screamed, banging on the door.

I begged Ohm to stop in the beginning too. He didn't listened. I'm just lucky the alcohol clouded my mind and I don't remember a damn thing.

"Please, Jonathan. I just want to talk, let's talk."

I sighed, looking for some pills to put down the horrible headache.

"Please."

I walked towards the door, opening them. I walked passed by him, leaving him in confusion. I wanted to go home, I wanted to be alone. The moment I felt his hand on my shoulder, I turned around, swiping it away.

"Don't fucking touch me," I hissed at me, even though he didn't do shit to me.

And maybe he did. Why did I appear to be in his room? What am I doing here anyway? I'm just a fuck toy. For everybody.

"Your hand," he grabbed my wrist, inspecting my bloody hand.

"Let go," I tried to get out of his grip, but he successfully dragged me back to the bathroom.

"Let me go," I begged again, too tired to hold back new tears.

I felt like a used piece of meat, unloved, unworthy. I felt humiliated, embarrassed, for technically letting Ohm rape me and the worst thing was that I couldn't do anything. I was drunk when that happened, I didn't remember it whole. Calling any police officers at him would do nothing. He had me cornered.