Broken | Wattys2019

Chapter 3

I shoot up in bed when my door is forcefully opened, I squint my eyes at the shadow in the doorway but can't make out who it is. My nerves are put to ease when I hear the clinging of keys, thank god it's not someone breaking in.

"Lindsey are you drunk?" I laugh.

"I'm drunk but I'm not Lindsey love."

His words are slurred but I would recognize that accent anywhere, especially with his obnoxious use of the word 'love'. Why would Oliver show up here in the middle of the night drunk? My mind races and I pull my knees into my chest defensively. Men only want one thing when they are drunk, they want a woman to please them. I hope that isn't why he came here. He better not think I owe him something for helping me in the showers. "You need to leave."

"I can't," he states plainly as he stumbles forward into Lindsey's bed leaving the door open behind himself. With a groan he kicks off his boots.

I mentally scowl, he's making himself to comfortable. That what men do before they pounce on their prey but not me, I'm ready. I won't let the past repeat itself with me, I will never be someone's conquest. With a scuff I stand from my bed to turn my small desk lamp on before shutting the door. Just because he woke me up doesn't mean the whole hall needs to be woken up too.

"You need to leave," I repeat a little firmer this time.

"—and I said I can't!" he barks back. He stands from the bed briefly as he unsnaps hits pants to kick them off and then dives under the covers.

"Oh, and please tell me why that is!" I grit my teeth at his audacity. Can he really not see he isn't welcome here? Oh right, he's a man so he doesn't care.

"After fucking Hannah, she passed out in my bed and after sleeping with a bitch I don't sleep with them."

My stomach turns at his statement and the urge to vomit rises. The guy who helped me in the bathroom would never speak like this but that only proves my latter conclusion was correct. It was all an act, one he uses on every girl, just to see if they will sleep with him.

"You are disgusting! Please leave or I'll call campus police." My anger grows the more I look at his face. "How did you even get in here?"

"These," he holds up a key ring with a sing key on it. Due to his impaired state I manage to snatch it from his grasp.

"Well these are being taken away." I throw the key onto my bed before crossing my arms over my chest.

"You're still wearing my shirt love," his tone is playful, and I feel my cheek flush.

"And? You said I could keep them," I snip in an attempt to deter him. His eyes rake over my body and his typically brown eyes turn dark and lustful but it fades quickly.

He rolls his eyes before falling back onto the mattress. "You should really put some pants on Adelaide."

I look down and realize I am only wearing my underwear under his shirt. My cheeks heat in embarrassment as I snag his sweats and throw them on to cover myself up. I regain composure before delivering my final warning. "Oliver, I need you to leave."

"I promise to be good, I just want to sleep here. Please?"

Mentally I groan as I weigh my options. "If I let you stay you have to answer me one question."

"Anything!"

"Why won't you sleep with a girl after sleeping with a girl?" I don't know why I chose that question of all things, but I did. I wait patiently as I watch him think over his answer.

"Because I don't love them," he confesses seriously, refusing to meet my gaze. "Sex it's physical but actually curling up with someone tucked under your arm that's just to intimate. It crosses the line into relationship, and I don't want one of those."

My mind is pulled back to the day David drilled into me, that wasn't intimate it was intrusive and humiliating. I remember scrubbing at my skin until it bled, I wanted to erase the memory of his touch, but it didn't work.

"Adelaide?"

His concerned tone pulls me back to the present and I realize I am crying. "Sorry," I mumble.

"Where'd you go on me, love?"

"It doesn't matter. You can stay but I swear to god you come anywhere near me and I will kill you." I glare at him in annoyance before flicking the light off and returning to my bed. Once safely under the covers I kick off his sweats and curl into a ball.

"Adelaide?" he whispers.

I'm almost asleep when his voice cuts through the silence. "Hmm?"

"I think you are so beautiful," his words are slurred.

I roll my eyes before closing them tight and drifting off to sleep. As I do, I pray that my dreams do not come, I just want peace tonight. That's all I want.