Lost In Love And Lattes

Chapter 9

A/n Three parts in one day! That's gotta be a record. For me, at least. Sorry in advance for what happens, I hate him too.

It was the night Micha had walked me home after the confrontation with Chad, and I was curled up on the beanbag we had instead of a sofa because we're cheap, and was watching Netflix. Sebastian wasn't home again, so I had the apartment to myself.

There was a knock at the door. I sighed, unwilling to leave my comfy spot in front of the TV.

Whoever it was knocked again.

Ugh just go away! I mentally yelled at them.

I opened the door to find the one and only Chad, in white shirt and blue trousers and blazer.

"What-how-wha? How do you know where I live?" I asked, uneasy and now wishing that Sebastian was here.

"I have my ways," he smirked.

It was the growing discomfort I felt that made me send a quick 'SOS' text to Micha. I hoped he'd come to my rescue, I'd have texted Chad probably wouldn't be any more intimidated by them than he was by me. Come on Micha, hurry up. Please come over, please read the text.

"Now hurry up and get dressed, I don't wanna be embarrassed by you."

The nerve of this guy!

"Wait here." There was no way I was letting him inside the apartment, not while I was alone and definitely not while I was getting changed. I didn't trust Chad at all. Whenever he looked at me it set off my fight or flight response. Unfortunately, I always froze.

I raced into my room, changing into a blue dress that had some simple embroidery on the chest and came down to my mid-thigh. I hated it, and had vowed never to wear it, even if it was a gift from my aunt. At least if I wear it tonight, I can honestly tell her I've worn it, and I can still hate it just as much without any positive connotations of it.

I put on some natural makeup, redoing my eyeliner three or four times. I know, I know, its a bit odd that I'm putting actual effort into my appearance when I despise my date and don't wanna go, but this way I'm putting it off for longer, giving Micha longer to get here.

He still hadn't gotten here by the time I was finished, and there was no way I could delay any longer. I could hear Chad hammering on the door, getting impatient.

"Just a sec!" I stared at my phone, desperately hoping for Micha to read my text, at least.

"Avery what the fuck is taking so long!" He growled.

There was nothing more I could do. If I stayed where I was, he'd surely break in. Best to leave now, without causing a fuss. Maybe then he wouldn't get angry. Maybe then everything would be fine. Maybe.

But he did look like someone who has a bad temper.

"There you are. You look like one sexy mama," he winked.

I vomited mentally.

He took me to a fancy restaurant. You know the ones, where the portion is too small and the price is too large. Of course he was rich kid. He practically oozed 'privileged trust-fund kid'.

He ordered steak, and when the waiter asked what I wanted he butted in and got me something called 'fois gras' which I didn't know what was but it sounded disgusting. At least he ordered some champagne, too, and presented the waiter with a fake ID. There was no way I could get through this night while sober.

Dinner wasn't too bad. He talked on and on about himself, so in the end it was almost as if he wasn't there if I blocked his voice out. It was during the walk home that things really got bad. 

Trigger warning for sexual assault (not rape though). It's fairly graphic, so if you think you can't deal with it please don't risk it. Stay safe, look after yourselves.  

He walked me back to my apartment, which I guessed wasn't too bad as he already knew where I lived. He clung onto my waist as he walked, his grip too tight and too low down for me to be comfortable with it. I tried to push has hand off, but he just squeezed my hip tighter. 

Its fine, it'll only be until we reach the apartment, I told myself, don't anger him, it will only make things worse.

I tried not to make my sigh of relief too obvious when we reached my door, disguising it as a yawn. 

"Night," I said as I put my key in the lock.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" 

"Umm..?" I had no idea what he was talking about.

"You haven't thanked me yet. That was a very expensive meal, you know. A special meal for a special lady."

"Oh, thanks," I said, desperate to just get back to the safety of my own room.

"That's not what I meant."

I looked up at his wolfish grin and gulped. I didn't know what to do. How could I diffuse this situation without angering him? 

He put his hand on the door and pushed it open. I was far weaker than him, there was no way I could overpower him. So I did the only thing I could. I let him in. And in my head, I was sobbing and screaming. But I didn't know what to do.

He closed the door forcefully behind me, took the key out of my hand, and locked it.

He pushed me against the wall my screams muffled by the hand he put over my mouth. I felt as though I couldn't breath.

"You.. have no idea.. how lucky.. you are," he said between the kisses he planted on my forehead, on my neck, on my chest.

"So.. many girls.. would kill.. to be in your position right now."

Tears streamed down my face. I couldn't stop them. I couldn't stop him.

He hiked my dress up, and I shook in fear. His hand went up my dress, I could feel it between my thighs, when Chad was suddenly shoved away from me.

Sexual assault over.

I pulled the hem of my dress down, trying to cover as much of myself as possible with the material.

Sebastian looked at him, then at the tears flowing down my face as I curled up into a ball on the floor. He looked Chad directly in the eyes. And then without a word, he punched him in the face.

I could barely make out the fuzzy shapes of them fighting through my tears, but I didn't need to watch to know that Chad never stood a chance. Sebastian was strong and tall, while Chad only had a small amount of muscle purely to impress the ladies.

I wiped the salty liquid from my eyes, to see Chad unconscious on the floor, blood all over his face. Sebastian was still hitting him.

As much of a scumbag as Chad was, I didn't want Sebastian facing murder charges.

"Stop it! Please, just stop it."

He looked up at me, and nodded.

Still without uttering a single word, Sebastian dragged Chad through the door and into the hallway. He kicked him once more, and walked back over to me.

"You ok?" he asked, sitting opposite me.

I shook my head, unable to get any words out. I didn't feel like crying anymore, I felt... numb.

He made me hot chocolate with extra marshmallows, got my phone and called Sam to come look after me.

As soon as they got here, he left, saying something about knowing I wouldn't want him there.

I told Sam everything, and realised maybe I wasn't too numb to stop crying after all.