Amour Doux (Nathan Prescott)

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The moments I just lived flashed backward before my eyes. I watched as, in reverse, Jefferson walked away from me with the needle in hand and I was back in the corner with the camera facing me, then back with my arms draped over his shoulders, walking backwards to the chair.

It all began again. I frantically looked around as Jefferson walked me to the corner, dropping me down and positioning my legs to curl up to my chest. The camera flashed, and I reached over, pinching my arm. Then queue the same lines, "this isn't a dream..." Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. All I was worried about now was that this deja vu thing was happening again. Could it be that girl Max? How is that possible? And why?

I looked up to Jefferson, taking a clear note of his face, but not speaking a word this time. I watched with spite as he continued to flash the camera, then Nathan finally woke. I lit up with joy, watching as Nathan stumbled to his feet. Jefferson took notice as well, pushing the drugged Nathan back down onto the couch, then smiling to me as he hung the camera around his neck, reaching down and picking me up. He made me face Nathan who sat on the couch, and pushed me so that I sat over Nathan on my knees, facing him as I sat in his lap. Jefferson positioned my arms over his shoulders, and as the camera continued to click and flash, Nathan and I just stared into each other's eyes.

His eyes were so glossy and red, his pupils taking up most of his iris. I felt horrible for him, seeing him so doped up. But as I stared, I felt his hands gently caress up my legs to my waist, pulling me closer. Jefferson hissed "Yes, Yes," from behind as Nathan pulled me in, his lips finally meeting mine. If it wasn't for the perverted audience, I might have actually enjoyed this moment—a weird role play as me dressed as a maid.

More flashes, more pictures, more of an invasion of my privacy. And as Nathan trailed his lips to my neck, I could hear a faint whisper coming from him.

"I'm sorry."

I lifted my hand to his cheek, pulling my head back and looking at him directly, then giving a soft smile to let him know that I forgave him.

"Okay, that's enough!" Jefferson shouted, pulling the skirt of the maids uniform and yanking me away so I slammed onto the cold floor. I groaned, pushing my top half up as my legs lay limply still. Jefferson walked to the metal table, grabbing the needle, which caused a panic from me. I rolled to my back and pushed myself against the wall as he approached, but Nathan finally stood.

"Let me." He speaks to Jefferson, in which he stops and turns to Nathan, smiling and handing him the needle.

"Finally taking responsibility." He says. Nathan takes the needle, passing a cold glare to Jefferson as he walked passed and fell his knees to me. My breathing was raspy and heavy, sweat beads forming on my forehead and my heart wouldn't slow. But the moment Nathan placed his hand on my knee, looking at me with those cold blue eyes, I felt at ease. I allowed him to tilt my head to the side as he hesitantly placed the tip of the needle against my neck, then pushed it in, my face cringing as I felt the liquid squirt in.
It was a safe amount this time, not enough to kill me but enough to dope me up.

As Jefferson walked away, Nathan turned back to me from watching him and whispered, worry on his face.

"I fucked up so bad, Soph. I'm so sorry. I have to make you forget all of this—I don't want you to have to live with this memory. And when you wake up, I won't be in your life anymore, I promise."

I began to shake my head, but he placed his sweaty hand against my cheek and stopped the motion. "It's fine, it'll be better if I leave you alone anyways. Mr. Jefferson might kill you if I keep talking to you."

"N-Nathan...!" I forced out, my body falling weak as everything began to fade.

"I love you." His voice said faintly as my visioned swirled.

Then, darkness.

Which was all I could remember the next morning. I remember slithers of weird shit, but it must've just been a dream. "What a fucked up dream." I said out loud as I rolled out of the bed, my body drenched in sweat. I peeled my clothes off, reaching down and grabbing a dirty T-shirt and throwing it over my torso as I grabbed my shower supplies, rubbing the temples of my head as I walked to the showers.

I let out a big yawn as I walked through the door, greeted by a pleasing steam and smell of fruity shampoos. I smiled to Kate as I passed by, her giving me a confused look.

"Rough night?" Victoria suddenly says as she stops me.

"Uh, I guess. I had this weird dream."

"Well, you look awful. Here, take this." She reached into her bag and pulled out two Advil pills and a tube of concealer makeup. "Your bags look more expensive than Louis Vuitton, the concealer will help cover them."

"Oh, thanks." I reply, taking them and walking to the sink where I used the water to wash down the pills.

I took a brief shower, getting out and not bothering to use the makeup provided for me by Victoria, instead tucking it away into my bag once I get back to my room. I get dressed, putting on a sweater jacket and a regular pair of jeans, along with the old jogging sneakers that were easy to slip on without having to hassle with tying them. This was pretty much my 'i don't feel like putting in effort and all of these clothes are easy to put on and are super comfortable' outfit. I giggled to myself as I said that in my head, finally going out the door with my things and heading to the school.