I'm Special, Bitch!

Kisses

First thing I noticed when I was conscious again was the fact that I was in a bed. The thought of me still being in the bed that I was forcefully pushed into, made me shudder and jump out of it. I hadn't even had the time to blink open my eyes, when I was standing. I noticed at once that I wasn't in the same room. The room I was in was bigger and mostly furnished in white. Although it was dark, the furniture shone bright from the moonlight that came through the open window. The bed I had been lying on had dark red, silk covers. And finally, I noticed I wasn't alone in the dark room. I turned around cautiously and nearly sighed in relief when I found Jayden sitting on a big chair in the corner. He was watching me. His eyes following my every move. I wasn't sure if I was actually happy about being in the same room as him rather than a drunk rapist. But guess it was the feeling of relief that brought back a hell of a headache. I remembered things. The whiskey, that room, the guy kissing me and...God helping me...Jayden helping me. Not God…

"I was starting to think you'll never wake up 'cause my bed is too comfortable for you."

My eyes widened and I lost my ability of speech for a few seconds. "Y-Your bed?" I managed finally. Well duh!

I heard him chuckle. "Got a problem?"

What was I supposed to say to that? "Erm...will you tell me what I'm doing in your bed?" I panicked and looked down to see if I was still dressed. I was. Although the black dress was on, it was wrinkled and looked much shorter than it had. I felt a little awkward.

He rose from the redwood chair he was sitting on and took a few steps towards me. I took one back. He looked so big and dangerous in the dark. "How 'bout I ask the questions first?"

I swallowed and was thankful for the dark. "What questions?" Why did I become mentally retarded around him? Actually, that was probably the side effects of those drugs I had taken. Because of him! Nothing would have happened if he hadn't been kissing that girl in the garden.

"Like, what you were doing going into a bedroom with Ryan?" Jayden asked, his voice dangerously low.

"Ryan?" Oh, my mind wasn't working at all. I wanted to close my eyes and not open them for the rest of the evening. My head continued to pound.

"The guy you were in bed with." Jayden supplied simply.

It sent tremors all over my body. I looked up at him. "I didn't go into that bedroom with him willingly," I said, my voice finally sounding a little stable.

"That's not what he said when you decided to faint on me." Jayden's tone hadn't changed at all.

I swallowed again, feeling myself getting angry slowly. "You believed him?" My voice was low and sounded dead even to my own ears. Why did it feel like I was being betrayed again?

"That's why I'm asking you."

I stared at him for a few seconds, he didn't look away. "No. I wasn't feeling well and was looking for the bathroom when I ended up in a room with a guy on top of me."

I saw him wince slightly. Why, I'll never know. "You didn't look like you were struggling when I came in."

My eyes widened. I could feel it. "I told you I wasn't feeling well." I fisted my hands and gritted my teeth.

"Not well enough that you would let a guy force himself on you?" Jayden asked taking one more step towards me.

"My drink had been spiked, okay? I could barely feel anything. It didn't seem real. Nothing seemed real," my voice started to rise as I tried to get him to believe me. I didn't want him to add another thing against me.