The Wonderful Tales of "Straight" Scott

Christmas II

Sorry this is so late! (Also I kinda drew that... it sucks! but I did it) Strap yourself in my doods, get mentally and possibly physically prepared for *drumroll plz* EMOTIONAL HAPPENINGS AND FLUFFF!!! yay... what?
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I tighten my grip around the steaming red mug that says 'dog mom' with white puppy paws sorrounding it. I don't even know why we have it, we don't even have a dog.

I grab the soft, purple blanket that engulfs me in warmth, I pull it over my shoulder a tad more. I wrinkle my toes that are trapped in Christmas print covered furry socks, which were a present I got in the mail from my sister. I pull my sweater sleeves over my knuckles, feeling warmer by the second. I blow on the warm liquid and can smell the milk chocolate, I take a sip, feeling it travel down and into my stomach, making me feel warm inside. I feel my lip curl up in a smile, feeling a new sense of happy as I look up at the rainbow Christmas lights that hang along the walls.

I feel a knudge from the right side of me, I look over on the other side of the couch, catching a sleeping Sean, his foot digging into my ankle. Some would say he looked horrid when he sleeps, he drools, his hair is messy, and he's always sleeping in the weirdest positions. But, I find it cute.

I look away when I realize I've been staring for a while. I can't help the feeling that I'm gonna be up for a while, so I decide to get up and get a snack. I set the mug down on a knitted coster that lay on the coffee table, I sit up, pressing my feet in the carpet. I walk over to the kitchen, surprised to feel the cold tiles through my thick socks. I open a cupboard, searching for something that seems apealing to me. I search way in the back, having to get on my tiptoes to reach.

I find a box of strawberry flavored wafers. Then I feel hands clutched on my sides. A shiver goes down my spine and I begin to panic, I feel a warm breath on my neck.

"Save some for me?" I identify the voice to be of Sean, a very sleepy Sean.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," I giggle.

"I could feel you leave, I missed my warmth," he hugs me tighter, wrapping his arms around my waist completely. I turn around, shoving a wafer in his mouth. I walk back to the couch, bringing the box of wafers with me. I lay down, not even feeling somewhat tired, but hoping I will become tired when I close my eyes.

Sean stolls on over, catching me off guard when our lips our pressed together. I kiss back, grabbing ahold of his neck, feeling through his shaved hair. He leans forward, pushing me against the back of the couch. He breaks the kiss, taking off his shirt and tossing it aside. I find my way to his hand, grabbing hold of his, entangling our fingers. He finds his way to the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up, to which I refuse, pulling it back down. He continues anyways, finding his hand too my crotch. I flinch, pushing him a away from me, but he's so strong. I begin to panic, breathing heavier. He misleads my anxiety as wanting more.

"Sean-" I'm interrupted as he deepens the kiss. I get frustrated when I try to push him away again, he grabs my arm, forcing it above my head. I tell him to stop, but he doesn't listen. I struggle to get out of his tight grasp, I feel like I want to scream. He begins to pull up my shirt again, when a wave of memories flood into my brain. I see Alex with her evil smirk, as she caresses my-

"Stop!" I cry, I feel my heart clenching up, and my face feels like it's melting. I lay on the floor, screaming, bringing my knees to my chest and my hands to my aching head.

"What the he'll Scott!? What's your problem?" He roars. I've never felt so trapped, so weak, so terrified.
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It's been over an hour and I'm still contemplating wether I should go upstairs and tell Sean about Alex, or if I should just lay here to rot.