Unattainable

Chapter 8 Drunk

I slid his hands off of my waist slowly and turned to face him. I knew what he was capable but he didn't know my strengths.

"Can I help you?" I asked him, glaring at him coldly sending the only signal he would receive from me: No.

"Wanna dance?" He went to put his hands back but I slapped them away defiantly.

"No."

He frowned and his lips turned up into his crooked smile as he raised his hands and inched closer.

His liquor tainted breath burned my eyes lightly as the space between us closed.

"Better?" I needed Shawn and I needed him now.

"Daemon, I swear to God I'll kick you so hard you'll be blessed with no children of your own." A weak threat but my head was spinning too fast for me to think straight.

He chuckled as I inched even closer, my chest now against his.

"Or," he smirked, "we could go upstairs and make some of our own."

"Stop!" I screamed as I brought my knee to his crotch. He yelped in pain as my heart was pounding.

Suddenly gentle hands were on my shoulders whisking me way from the crumpled Daemon. I didn't have the energy to fight the stranger off so I numbingly was guided up the stairs.

I turned to see who it was as I was ushered into a room at the end up the hall.

Shawn.

"Sit." He helped me to the end of the bed coveted in a quilt and I let myself sink in as my head fell to my hands.

"I can't believe I did this!" I cried letting a lonely tear fall. "This is all your fault!" Of course I didn't mean that but i couldn't bear to blame my self. Selfish, I know.

Shane slipped his arms around me and pulled me into his warm embrace again.

"I know I'm sorry. He shouldn't have done that I wish I could've stopped him."

I let a sob fall from my lips. "Then why didn't you! Why? If you say we are friends then why don't you stand up to him when he treats me like that?!"

Shawn was silent as he released me and went to pull back the covers on my side.

"It's too late and you can't go home like that," he insisted nodding to the pillow. "Call someone to cover for you and we will stay here until tomorrow, alright?"

He was right. I was a mess and I smelt like every substance that my parents would never allow into the house. I could always call Taryn...

"Can I use your phone?" I asked sheepishly as I stood across from shawn.

He reached into his pocket and handed me his phone.

"You call I'll be right back." He turned towards the door and stepped into the hall.

"Shawn-" I groaned as I dialed Taryns number.

It rang several times before she answered.

"This better not be a prank-"

"Taryn it's me, Astrid."

"Who's phone are you calling from?" She was half asleep.

"Shawn's I-"

"Did you?!-" I cut her off.

"No. I ended up at his friends party and there was booze and creeps and I would be ever grateful if-"

"I'll cover for you. Don't worry on the condition that I get all the details alright?"

I managed a laugh as I agreed and hung up. Taryn was great and sure I felt guilty roping her into this but I knew she wanted me to have fun. Just maybe not this much of it.

I slipped into the covers and rested my head on the pillow. It smelt like Downy and mints.

The sheets swallowed me whole as I felt myself drifting off into dream land.

Astrid Livingstone doesn't go to party's, meet boys, drink, sleep in the same room with a boy who had taken her up on a roof! What was I thinking.

I decided to leave the space next to me open, should Shawn return from wherever he was. If he did. He's given no indication of where he would be so I guess it would be a surprise when he returned.

An hour later, I could still hear the music still blaring and the hooting and hollering as the door suddenly opened. Shawn stepped in looking tired and his close looked slightly misshapen. In his hands he had two bottles of water and a deck of cards.

"Are you okay?" I sat up as he sat beside me, handing me the water.

He nodded. "I'll be fine," he opened up the cards, "want to play?"

I noticed his lip was swollen. "Did he hit you?"

He laughed. "Only after I hit him," he handed me several cards. "Now, poker or go fish?"