Two Broken People

Utility Room

                                                                    Elliot's POV

  He completely took over. That's why didn't remember a couple of hours. Did he....oh no, friend. You must be thinking what I'm thinking. "I'll leave. Give you some space.", I heard her almost cry at the door. I was the reason she was crying because I didn't remember. She had told me that she wanted me to remember before I blacked out. I was going to tell her that maybe we should take it slow, but I was a little scared that she'd think I rejected her. That's totally and completely the opposite, friend. I wanted her. I wanted more time with her. I wanted to get to know her better. Even though she wasn't an old acquaintance, or an old friend, she seemed familiar. Sort of different, yet familiar. She was like me in some way. Scared to connect to the world for fear of rejection, of vulnerability of letting people know the real her. She understood somehow how I felt, and I wasn't about to let her go that easily. Even if she did live far away. "Wait!", I grabbed her hand,"I want to know everything and I want to make sure you're ok." I looked at her with sincerity to reassure her I wasn't playing any games. She just nodded, but looked like she was headed for a breakdown. I pulled her close to my chest, then I remembered that I had absolutely no clothes on. Wow, friend. Why did I miss that? I wondered if she was staring at my body at any point in our conversation. I don't think so, friend. Her eyes were glued to the floor as if she was the one who did something wrong. This time it was I, or rather the part of me that was Mr. Robot, who did something wrong. He was right for disappearing on me. This wasn't the time to give him a permanent headache. Not in front of her.

  I ought to avoid him completely. Get rid of him somehow. I could feel her cheeks heating up against my bare chest, when I realized how long I must've been holding her. She thought I was very attractive. That thought made me blush. She had told me earlier that she thought I was a very handsome man. And that was with my clothes on. It must've been driving her crazy me being naked in front of her. I pulled away and walked over to put my boxers, shirt, jeans, socks, hoodie, and shoes back on. "Ok, where do we go?", I asked her. She pulled up an address on her phone, and showed me. "I know where that is.", I said as I walked out of my apartment with her in tow. There wasn't anyone using the subway, oddly. Luckily, that meant that we could have a real conversation. "Could you.....", I struggled to get the words out,"Tell me the details of....everything?" I know, friend. I know. But I am too curious now to just let this go. I didn't remember hours ago that I had sex with this beautiful young woman for the first time. Me? Not me. HIM! Mr. Robot had sex with her! Before I could get upset, she started to tell me all of the details of how I, how HE touched her. "You were a rough with me, but you were also gentle, and I really really liked how you touched me that way....are you...alright?", she continued to talk while I fumed. Mr. Robot had sex with her! He touched her! I wanted to be the one to touch her! "I'm fine.", I whispered as I stared at the ground when was calm enough to to speak. 

 Then I heard her say something that caught me off-guard,"Elliot?" "Yeah?", I answered her. "Would you.....you know.....do it with me again? If you wanted to? And this time.....remember?", she sounded like she was scared that I was gonna say 'no'. Why did I get the sense that she didn't think she was beautiful or sexy? She was BOTH of those things. She was even brave for going on a date with me even after Mr. Robot scared her. There was something in her that was impulsive, and made people around her impulsive. A desire deep down that resurfaced from time to time. A deamon just like everyone else's deamons. I wanted to know what it was. "Yes, I would.", I said before I kissed her. She looked surprised when I pulled away. We then walked back to her hotel in silence. When we got to the hotel, she asked me if I wanted to go for a swim. "Sure.", I said. I wanted more time with her.