This is now

I'm Not Drunk.

"I don't really do sex, stuff in the past makes it difficult for me to come to terms with it. so i don't want really sex between us." I say as i look Dallas dead in the eyes.

"okay. i'm fine with that." Dallas said as he looked at me. The fire place was lit and it was the only light source in the house right now.

"That all I'm going to say about it. I'm going to sleep in the guest room." I mumble and stand up.

"Why?" Dal asked as he stood up and grabbed my wrist stopping me from walking away.

"I just want to be alone." I mumble and pull my arm away from his grip. I walk off to the guest bedroom upstairs. I close and lock the door to the dark room. I find a lamp on the night stand by the large king size bed. I turn it on and look around the room. It was dusty, furniture was covered with clothes. I sigh as I sit on the bed and put my head in my hands. I rub my eyes as I feel memories coming back to haunt me.

"Shut your fucking mouth." A tall dark figure growled as he pushed me down. He was to big for me to fight back. I tried so hard to get away from him. But he was too strong for me. I still cry and fight back but it was useless. Nothing I did fazed him at all. He punched me hard in the chest and I scream in pain. Something cracked in my chest. Tears run down my face because of the pain. I could hear the clinching of metal and the next thing I know there was a belt around my neck that was choking me. "I told you to be quiet."  The monster spat in my face. The belt was choking me. "Now sit still."

I snap out of the memory and shoot off the bed. Tears ran down my face and anger was rising. I slam my fist into the wall denting it. I hiss in pain and smash the lamp off the nightstand. The bulb shuddered on the floor.

"Great." I mumble as I pick up the lamp and unplug it from the wall I didn't need to start a fire in my own house.

I lay on the floor and look up at the ceiling. "I don't want those fucking memories. They need to be erased out of my head. I turn my head and see a box under the bed. I grab it and pull it out from under the bed. I see it's an old suitcase. It was locked. I look at the lock and see it's a skeleton key lock. So I know I'm not able to pick it. I mumble to myself and push it back under the bed. I go to the door and unlock it. I head out of the room and downstairs. I see that Dallas is gone from the couch. He probably went up to his room for the night. I smile and go to his liquor cabinet and unlock it. I pull out a bottle of Jameson Irish Whiskey. I take the cap off and start to drink it. I finish the bottle go to set it on the table. But I miss the table top and the bottle falls onto the hard wood floor. It shaded into millions of pieces. I smile and laugh a bit. I hear someone coming down the stairs and I grab my knife out and launch it at the stairs. I missed by 20 feet. "Fuck." I mumble. I stumble and fall next to the pile of glass.

"Celeana what are you doing? Are you drunk?" Dallas asked as he stood in front of me holding my knife in his hand.

"That's mine." I mumble and go to grab it but miss completely.

"You're drunk, why?" Dal asked as he grabbed my arm and stood me up.

"Because I can." I mumble as I fall into his chest. "I told you I can drink." I laugh.

"Hun, it's not the point that you can drink. It's the fact that you shouldn't." Dallas signed and put my knife on the table and picked me up. He wrapped my legs around his waist and started to go back upstairs.

"I can walk." I mumble as I lay my head on his shoulder and lazily put my arms around his neck. 

"Keep telling yourself that hun." Dal said going up the stairs.

"I'm sorry." I mumble into his bare shoulder.

"No you're not." Dallas said as he went into our bedroom. "And also, stay out of that room."

"What room." I mumble as my cheeks start to burn.

"The one you stormed off into. Stay out of there." Dallas hissed as he put me down on the bed.

"I don't remember a room." I say as I lay back and look at the ceiling as my legs dangle off the side of the bed.

"You're fucking waisted. Why can't you listen to me for once. I'm not doing this shit to be mean to you. I'm doing it to keep you safe. I have rules for you to follow, not to break." Dallas said as he grabbed one of his shirts and pulled my pants off and shirt off. He wrested me into a shirt that didn't smell like liquor.

"I'm not into your fucking kink. I do what I want. I'm a grown up." I mumble and pass out.

"Sure you are." Dallas growled and got me under the covers. He got into bed on the other side and put his arm around me. "You're no adult. You're just a scared little kid." He mumble and turned the light off.