These Things Take Time.

Chapter 32

Dexter pulled up to a bar/club sort of thing, people were walking out of it, laughing, wobbling, and one girl was puking.

"Oh how lovely." Dexter laughed. I really shouldn't make him laugh, that sometimes leads to liking. I can't have that.

We walk inside, I behind him and him leading the way, his shadow covering me. I don't usually come to bars, mainly because of all the tales of fights and rape. Who wants to pay to be surrounded by that?

Idiots, that's who...and me.

Tonight I am an idiot...sue me.

Dexter escorts me to the actual bar and we sit next to each other on the little curve. There are a few people dancing dirty in the corner of lights and music. My seat vibrates from the deep bass and it's a bit louder than I would have hoped.

"Just a few drinks, okay?" I loudly express next to his ear, he laughs and nods.

"Alright."

...

I wake up in my bed, it's warm but I don't feel warm inside. I feel cold and uneven. I lift my head but it's dragged back down from the alcohol last night, I grab my head and squint to push away the pain. Just then I feel a toe touch me. I jump in my own skin, then freeze. Who the hell is in my bed? I slowly turn my neck and find myself staring at the tanned, black haired, green eyed boy who has been using the vacant couch.

"Holy shit." I mouth in fear. I push him and be swings back and forth. I keep pushing him until he groans and turns over. I slowly slip off my bed and run to the bathroom, after grabbing my cell. I see a few missed calls from Niall and my stomach drops, Niall.

He trusted me and I let it slip out of my control.

A tear falls from my eye and drops onto my hand, I wipe it and immediately call Ness. The phone rings for a second before she answers.

"Good late morning my dear friend." She giggles, but I'm too worried about the hell I'm going to do. "Hello?"

"Ness..." A sob escapes my lips. "Ness I need your help." A knock at the door nearly scares me.

"Jasmine? You Okay?" The man I found in my bed speaks through the wood. I tighten my eyes and a tear falls down to my bottom lip.

"Um, yeah. I'll be out in a second." I manage to blurt it out. I can hear his foot steps descend as he walks away. I put the phone back to my mouth. "How fast can you get here?" I whisper and Ness hangs up the phone, hopefully meaning that she is on her way. I move my hand toward the knob of the doorway to all my problems. When I open the door, there he is standing in my kitchen...naked. I gasp and cover my eyes.

He laughs.

"There isn't anything here that you didn't see earlier...." His words shorten my breath and I nearly choke.

"What the hell...what did you put in my drink?" I shout a little.

"What do you think I am?" He slowly walks towards me, each step crushing my soul. "A rapist?" His laugh does not mirror the dexter I thought I knew.

"What the fuck did you do?" I slap him in the face, hard enough to redden my hand...and his cheek. He grabs my wrist, and not in the sexy way that you read in the books. His fingers bite my wrist and spread venom through my veins, I feel weak and scared.

"Now I'm going to go put a little something on, and you are going to have a nice breakfast with me? Am I clear?" His eyes aren't green anymore, they are black...full of death.

"Crystal.." I spit, almost nearly legit spit. He huffs and stomps to the other room. I wait and listen until he slams the door. What in god's name does he think he is doing? This is my fucking house...Not his.