Lo Siento

9

My head hurts as I wake up in a strange room.

I sit up and look around and see posters of football teams, dirty laundry, and a bunch of crumbled women's magazines.

Gross.

I clench my stomach after feeling a slight pain near it.

I get up and look around some more. I realize that I was wearing a long jersey to cover myself, no bra, just underwear. I start to panic. I look around more and spot a backpack. I picked it up and searched through names?

Math? No name.

Spanish? No name.

Science? No name.

English? NAME!

I read the name and instantly remembered last night. Every detail. I drop the folder and search in panic for my phone. It was on his dresser. I check my messages.

Last text was to Natalia.

12:08 a.m.: Hey, went out for a walk. Going to Savannahs. Ethan left already. Love you.

I know for a fact that I didn't send this text. I remember being drugged and passing out. I don't remember exactly what he said to me though. I heard the sound of a lock opening behind me. I turn around and there he was. A white towel wrapped around his waist exposing his 6-pack, coming out of what seems to be a very hot shower. I try not to stare.

"Hey. You're up." he says casually, drying his long hair.

Being the stupid self I am, I run up to him and slap him across the face, immediately crying.

"You bastard!" I scream at him.

I see the bruise already start to form across his face as he reaches for the mark. He turns his head back to me and slaps me even harder, making me fall to the ground.

"Don't hit me," he says back, looking down on me.

Tears swell in my eyes as I also reach for my face. He goes to his dresser, drops his towel, and puts on a white shirt and boxers, not caring that I just saw him completely naked. There goes my eye virginity, and possibly my own virginity. He throws a pair of jeans to me and it lands on my face. I get up, holding the jeans in my hands and asked him a sincere question, which was probably already answered.

"D-Did we do... anything?" I tremble, twisting the jeans in my hands.

"No." he replies, not looking at me. I let out a great sigh of relief.

"We didn't do anything. I did. You should've put more work in you know," he smirks back.

Right then and there, my half-smile turned into quivering lips.

"What do you mean! You raped me?!" I scream, throwing the pants down.

"What if you gave me a disease? I don't know what you do? Did you use a condom? I could be pregnant!" I list all the possibilities as a result of last night.

"Hey, keep your voice down. It's 8 in the morning." he says, rubbing his head.

"Answer the question, bastard! Did you rape me?" I spell it out for him, squeezing my hands furiously. After about a minute's worth of waiting for an answer, he says yes. I couldn't breathe. I panicked. I grab my hair and start crying. My cries turned into sobs, and my sobs into a tantrum. I stormed around in a circle before finally sitting back on top of his bed, holding in tears as I try to put myself together. He walks over to me slowly, squats down and cups my chin. He stares into my eyes with his. His face was bland, showing no emotion at all. How? How could a human being be so uncaring?  Is this how much he's changed?