Running From The Big Bad Wolf

8.

I stiffled a yawn. I didn't want to sleep. Sleep means dreams. Those dreams mean him.

"You look tired." Axel mentioned to me.

"I'm fine." I spoke softly, withdrawing myself again. I didn't know why he was sitting here with me.

I was on my fourth glass of bourbon and I could feel the effects.

"Go get some sleep."

I shook my head. No, not sleep. Everytime I close my eyes, I see him, his face close to mine, his lips on me.

Stop it!

"Are you blushing again?" I heard him and looked up, mortified. My hands flew to my cheeks as I shook my head.

"No!" I whined out.

"You've been doing that a lot lately. Why is that?"

"No reason!" Came my speedy answer.

Axel cocked an eyebrow at me as I stared intensely at the table. "No reason?" He chuckled and it made me give out a small smile.

I looked up at Axel. The look he was giving me was soft and curious and my smile disappeared. I felt my cheeks heat up again and I couldn't hide it. Standing up, a bit too fast, I gripped the table and chair for balance. My head was fuzzy and spinning.

"I am, going." I drawled out to him. My thoughts were a jumbled mess. He is an enemy. He isn't my friend. He is right in front of me.

"Are you alright?" He asked me softly. I stared up at his eyes. They were so dark, nearly black. Axel was so much taller too. I never noticed how short I was till now.

I tried to mumble something but my brain didn't allow me. Axel was so close to me and my heart was racing again, my stomach twisting. Not now!

I think I was swaying. I'm not sure. But the room was. I felt hands on me and I stepped back, slightly shocked. "What are you doing?" I said each word slowly.

"Helping you."

"I don't want your help." I managed, trying to find support, a wall, or a hand railing. I stumbled a bit as well but I didn't fall. All my anxieties were disappearing and I didn't mind that.

I actually liked that they were gone, they were no where to be heard. And I didn't want them to come back. I turned around to go back to the table, deciding I want another drink when I landed hard in to something.

I looked up to see Axel in my way and I frowned. When was he there? Oh, yeah. I giggled as he spun me around to the stairs.

"I want another drink." I pouted as he pushed me. I dug my heels in to the ground, not wanting to go upstairs.

"No." Axel stated and before I knew it, my feet were off the ground.

"Put me down." I gasped out in shock. My hands failed to grip the railing as we went up the stairs. "I don't want upstairs."

But Axel ignored me and when we got to the top, he placed my feet on the ground away from the stairs.

I crossed my arms, pouting, a frown on my face. It was deja vu to be honest. Oh god!

"What is going on in that head of yours to blush so much?" I heard the teasing tone and it made me heat up. "It's almost like you are full of inappropriate thoughts."

You could say that, is what I was meant to mumble. "That I am." I shrugged out then my eyes went wide in horror. Did I say that? "No, I meant, it is. No! I didn't meant to say that. It's that alcohol! Oh god!"

My face was burning hot as I squeezed my eyes shut.

"I need to go and hide now." I whispered to myself placing a hand on the closest wall, using that for support and a guide to go to my room.

I was actually surprised at how steady I was, that I was stumbling. Then I found out why. My senses are really slow right now and I looked to next to me to see Axel holding on to me.

"What are you doing? Wait, didn't we do this already?"

Axel leaned real close to me. I could smell the bourbon on his breathe. Or maybe that's my breathe. I don't know. It's so cloudy and I am tipsy.

I found myself against a wall, pinned to it. In shallow gulps of air, I tried to look in to his eyes, tried to find something there, but I found nothing.

"What are you doing?" I whispered meekly, to afraid to speak any louder.  Then his lips were on mine.

I was shocked at first but I kissed him back briefly before my brain registered what was happening then I pushed him away with all my might.

"No!" I gasped out. "You... you... No!" I couldn't piece the words together as I stayed against the wall.

"Caitlyn." He said in a dark tone and it made me shiver.

I stepped towards him and kissed him again, our lips clashing together, before I pushed him away again.

I stared up at him, shocked that I kissed him, shocked that I wanted to do it again. My body felt like it was on fire and I was scared of that feeling.

My mouth opened to speak but nothing came out. I quickly turned to my room and hightailed it, slamming my door shut.

After drinking plenty of water out of the bathroom sink, I washed my face and sat on my bed. I couldn't have imagined that. Did it really happen? Please, please be a dream like all the others.

But I felt so hot and worked up. I felt wide awake and unknowingly played with my lips.

It couldn't have happened. No, it didn't. It was the alcohol. I wasn't in my sharpest mindset.

I laid on the pillow and eventually closed my eyes, falling asleep from my exhaustion.

My thoughts and dreams on one person.