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It was a calm Friday night. Streets were empty, the sky was clear. Everyone has already gone home. It was about 1 o'clock in the morning. Christen went out with friends. You stayed home. You were getting ready for bed until there was a knocking at the door. You then went to answer it and to your surprise, it was Christen. 

"NEW YORK HERALD TRIBUNE!" Christen said laughing afterwards

"Christen, where's your key?"

"I think I lost it."

"How?!"

Christen sniffed the air

"MMM! Something smells good! Is that you? Did you take a shower?" He then sniffed your hair "mmmmm, that's nice"

Christen kept sniffing your hair till you pushed him away

"Ok, You're drunk."

"What?! Who said I was drunk. I'm not drunk." He then walked drunkly to the bed and plopped down on it. He then kicked off his shoes. 

"Christen, You're drunk."

"NO! IM! NOT!" Christen put his arms out "Come here!"

"Why?"

"Because I want you."

You walked to the bed and sat on the end of it. Christen tried to reach father with his arms but failed. He then whimpered like a child.

"You're drunk."

"STOP SAYING THAT! I'M NOT DRUNK!"

"OK! YOU DON'T NEED TO YELL AT ME!"

Christen sat up and moved closer to you "ok ok" He kissed your jaw "I'm sorry kiss I'm really sorry" He then slowly went down to kiss your neck. You didn't look at him, you were to angry to do anything. Christen kept placing kisses on your neck. He then slowly moved his hand over your breast. You gasped. You weren't wearing a bra under your nightgown. You pushed his hand away and moved away from him.

"YOU ARE DRUNK!"

"Oh come on, babe. Don't you want to have some fun?-

~REMEMBER CHAPTER ONE~ ("Not yet, I'm not ready." "I understand")

Like, seriously! Are you going to be virgin your whole life?"

"SHUT UP!" You threw a shoe at him. You missed him by the littlest

"Hey hey hey!!" He got up and walked to you drunkly. "I'm sorry, ok." He hugged you, you didn't hug back. "I'm sorry. Look at me." He placed his hands on your cheeks. "I'm not drunk." He then smiled and hugged you again. You then hugged him back because you can't get mad at him for being drunk. He then placed more kisses on your neck. You then realized that Christen was slowing trying to unzip your nightgown.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm not doing anything."

You pushed away from him. You zipped back up your nightgown, he almost got to your waist. Being drunk he "remember" what he was doing. 

"Ooooh! I just think you look better with out clothes."

"You've never seen me naked."

"Of course I have!"

"Really when?"

"Right now."

He tried to move closer to you. You pushed him away. He then tried again but you just pushed him away again. 

"Stop!" You went to go grabbed your shoes but Christen grabbed you from behind. You screamed and tried to brake free but you failed. Christen plopped you on the bed. He held your wrist so you wouldn't escape. You started to breathe heavily. 

"You can't just be a virgin forever." He started to kiss your neck again then moved his hand over your breast. You then kicked him in the stomach and he fell to the floor. You got up quickly and slipped on your shoes. 

"I'm not coming back until you learn how to control yourself."

"BABE, WAI-" You slammed the door in his face. 

The truth was that you had nowhere to go. So, you went upstairs to Toulouse. You knocked and waited for a reply. Seconds later, he answered. "I heard everything." You then ran to his bed and digged your head into your hands and cried. Toulouse sat next to you and placed his hand on your arm. "I'm so sorry. He's never usually this violent when he's drunk. Take as much time as you need here." You calmed yourself down. You looked at Toulouse and smiled.

"Thank you, Toulouse."

*******

You woke up in Toulouse's bed. I had to be around 11 o'clock. Toulouse came out with a two cups of tea. "How did you sleep?"

"Fine thank you." You grabbed the cup. "I'm sorry about last night."

"Don't be sorry! You are my friend, I'd do anything for you."

"Did you see anything?"

"No not really. I only saw Christen trying to take off your nightgown. I mostly just heard everything."

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry."

"It's ok!"

"I better go talk to him. Thanks again, Toulouse."

You left and went back down stairs to your apartment. You hesitated to walk in. But, you took a deep breath, and opened the door. Christen was sitting on by his typewriter. His hair was messy and clearly hungover. He looked up to see you, he hesitated to walk to you but he did after a few minutes. 

"Y/N! Where were you?! Why are you still in your pajamas? Oh! That not important, where were you? I was super worried!"

You placed you hands together in a praying like position and placed your hands near your mouth. Chocking on tears, you spoke.

"Last night...You came home drunk, really drunk..and.."  

"And what?"

You tried not to burst. You clenched your face. A few tears came down your face. You took a breath and spoke again.

"You tried to...to...force sex on me...and you kept saying that I shouldn't be a virgin anymore..." You finally burst "I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO! I GOT SO SCARED! YOU WERE TOUCHING MY BREAST AND TRYING TO TAKE OFF MY NIGHTGOWN. AT ONE POINT YOU PINNED ME TO THE BED AS IF YOU WERE GOING TO RAPE ME! I GOT SO SCARED THAT I JUST RAN TO TOULOUSE. sniff and and he heard everything. He let me stay the night. And here we are."

Christen held you close and you cried into his shoulder. He then started to whisper in your ear.

"I'm so sorry that happened to you. I didn't think I be that drunk. I would never force sex on you. You know that. I love you so much. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you." Christen picked up your face and whipped away your tears. "I'm so sorry."

"sniff  its not your fault, you were drunk." 

"You shouldn't be treated like that. I've never been that drunk before in my life." Christen kissed you very gently. Then hugged you very tightly. He rocked you back and forth. "No man should force sex on you. You deserve so much.." Christen then started to cry just a little. He pulled away from the hug but kept close. Tears were visible in his eyes. You both smirked a little. You whipped the tears from his eyes. He put his hands on your writs as your hands were still on his face. "I love you." He said silently 

"I love you too." You leaned in for a passionate kiss. And then you both hugged each other.


A/N: FINALLY I HAD AN IDEA! I'M ACTUALLY PROUD OF THIS ONE! 1187 WORD!    

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