Dr. Cashby [✔]

Chapter Twenty Three: Dirty Little Secret

Gonna Change it up a little! Alan's POV but somehow, semi/notreally-omniscient….so…yep…btw…this might have some graphic scenes…maybe some vague sexual assault in it because it talks a lot about Alan and Seth…so…yerp. You have been warned. 

POV from Alan

Austin was in a meeting with Dr. Flint and Dr. McDougall. I think they were discussing a new patient. I've heard rumors going around about that, seeing how Matt Barnes was going home soon. Matt didn't need anything else aside from fried chicken and sleep. He had progressed…that's what Josh said. Speaking of Josh, wasn't he so adorably sittin' there on Oli's bed, blushing up a storm. I didn't know what was going on there, but Oli was definitely flirting up a storm with Josh and Josh was basically reeling in all the compliments. Finally, Josh and Oli left the room to go to the kitchen, something Jack Barakat convinced them to do when they got bored and wanted cookies. I watched them go and I laid back down on my bed, my eyes closing. Austin wouldn't be out of his meeting in a couple of hours. He told me 'it was a doozy'. What a dork. 

I heard my door open and I assumed it was Josh or Oli, maybe even Vegan or Chris, but when the hand slapped me across the face, I knew it was Seth. 

I yelped and pressed my hand to my cheek, my eyes flying open to connect with my boyfriend's. His eyes were narrowed and angry; God, I knew how he got when he was like this. He was violent, terrifyingly violent. I swallowed hard and felt my whole body tremble as his hand clenched onto my throat. 

"You and me; we need to have a talk." Seth seethed, his grip not letting up as he straddled me on my bed. I wheezed desperately, trying to get him to loosen his grip, but he only tightened it. My breathing was now like breathing out of a pin sized straw, my face feeling thicker and numb. I tried to push him off me, but nothing happened. "I think you're losing sight of who's in charge around here." 

I started to panic. It felt like the 'pin sized straw' was now blocked. No air entered my lungs and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. That's when Seth decided to loosen his grip, but he kept his hand around my throat as a warning. 

I sucked in air, panting like a dog. I felt terrified. The rushing of oxygen was affecting me to the extreme, making me feel dizzy and disoriented, but Seth knew how to take advantage of that in me. 

"Th-the door." I rasped. "S-someone m-m-might come i-in-" 

"You think I didn't think about that?" Seth snapped, slapping me again. My hands went up to protect myself, but Seth's free hand wrapped around my wrists, pulling them up way over my head. "Do you think I'm stupid?" 

"N-no." I whimpered, my eyes closing out of fear as I shook like a leaf under his weight. Seth directed my hands down to keep them to the left side of me where he shifted so my hands were under his knee. He then pressed his weight against my hands keeping them there, leaving me in the uncomfortable position of my right arm crossing over to my left hip and to press palm facing down on top of my left hand both under his knee. "N-no, I d-don't." 

"Why are you fucking stuttering?" Seth growled, his hands squeezing again at my throat. "Are you scared?" I nodded, tears leaking from my eyes and down into my hair. Seth's smirk turned into a sneer. "You're fucking pathetic." 

He slapped me once more before climbing off me, taking me by the hair. I whined in the back of my throat, but Seth gave me a glare and I shut up immediately. 

"S-Seth-what happened? D-did I do something wr-wrong?" I didn't know what I did wrong, and it only seemed fitting that he was punishing me for something that I did. Seth laughed cruelly. 

"Of course you did, Alan. Don't you know?" He kicked the back of my legs and they buckled involuntarily, forcing me onto my knees. He yanked back on my hair and I was forced to crane my neck up at him. "I've had to teach this same lesson to you since you've been here twice now. Do I have to do it again?"