Addicted...

Chapter 18

I roll the joint carefully with an overbearing amount of concentration. Trystan and I arrived about an hour ago and we got set up in the motel room we booked when we arrived. Trystan is currently sitting on his bed talking on his cellphone.

I toss the joint at him and he hangs up and lights it. I can't help but notice how his plump lips make contact with the joint. He exhales slowly and his lips part again to take yet another puff.

"Quit staring princess. I know you abducted me so we could spend the weekend together but drooling while oogling me is a bit gross."

I immediately get flustered and grab the joint from him so I can also smoke. It's more about hiding my embarrassment than getting high but either way I can roll one hell of a spliff.

"Well Becka. Since you had this amazingly horrible idea to skip town, where are we going to get clean clothes? Better yet where can I get myself a beer. This is probably the crappiest motel ever."

"You're right. It's an amazing idea. We get to hang out, now we're proper roommates, sharing a room and all. But I haven't thought about the clothes part. We can explore town tomorrow and buy a clean set of clothes and we can wash the set we have now. And getting vodka is the top priority. No need to worry about that."

"Okay let's get to bed then because when we wake up we need to head out. But for the record I'm sleeping in my underwear so my clothes don't get too dirty. I'm on the couch, don't bother me. Night night princess."

Trystan turns on his heel and walks towards the sofa that looks like it's infected with thousands of insects and it's covered in dust. I appreciate him trying to take the couch but if he gets sick that is going to be my fault.

I contemplate about telling him he can take half of the bed. I also follow his idea of sleeping in my underwear to keep my clothes clean for town tomorrow. I dash under the sheets.

"Hey, Trystan?"

"Yeah?"

"We can share the bed you know. We can put up a pillow barrier so you keep to your side. It's only because I don't want you getting sick. The couch is kind of dirty and looks like a nesting place for insects." I nervously babble struggling to get only one sentence out at a time.

Trystan chuckles dryly and climbs into bed next to me. He lifts up the covers and notice I'm also in my underwear but he says nothing. I turn onto my side so my back is to him and I feel Trystan sliding a pillow down to my ass. I furrow my brows until I feel Trystan tugging the pillow between my legs so it completely covers my ass.

"Okay what the fuck Trystan?" I turn my body around so I can look at him.

"Sorry Princess. You look like Medusa." Trystan scratches the back of his neck where his blush creeps up.

"Why? Because when you look at me I turn to stone? Fucking rude!"

"No because I just looked at you and I became rock hard."

I laugh so loudly when I see Trystan blush. I turn back on my side so my back faces him I again. Trystan lays down next to me and pulls me to his chest. The pillow moves and I completely feel his hardness pressing against my ass.

"Fuck that pillow barrier." Trystan mumbles before falling asleep with one of his hands inside my bra and his boner in my ass.

How the hell am I supposed to fall asleep now?

***

"Please. Please don't. I won't do it again. Please just leave me alone. I am really sorry. I beg you please dont hi..." I sit up straight whimpering. I hope I didn't wake Trystan. This nightmare is worse than the others. This time the main character is different although the dreams always stay the same.

I gently pull Trystan's hand out of my bra and place it down on the bed. I try to make as little noise and movement as possible while I get out of bed and go into the crappy bathroom to take a shower. I pull on the same clothes I had on yesterday and walk back into the room. Trystan is still peacefully unaware of me being awake so I leave him to sleep while I check the time on my cellphone.

Three thirty in the morning. I swear that's the longest amount of rest I have gotten in a really long time. Why the only time someone sees my scars and still wants to sleep next to me I also get rest? What is Trystan doing to me? He's breaking my walls down and I hate it. He's going to make me vulnerable and do what the rest did... Leave.

I don't know for how long I just sit and wonder but when Trystan wakes up he immediately rushes toward me.

"Becka please don't cry. Why the fuck are you awake? What happened? Are you hurt?"

I only shake my head no and wipe my face. I tell Trystan to go take a shower while I wait for him in the car because it's already eight o'clock now and the shops are busy opening.

Trystan finish showering quickly and we go to the liquor store first. I grab two bottles of vodka, a bottle of tequila and Trystan grabs a few cans of beer. We pay and when we leave we count the money so we can budget. We have just enough money left for one more night at the motel and a pair of clothes for the both of us.

But if we buy clothes from the street market it'll be cheaper so we can save money for gas too. With that plan in mind we head to the local fleamarket and look through the stalls. This is going to be fun...