He Owns Me

Part 44

"Hey."
"Hey, come in." I walked into his house and followed him into the living room.
"Thank you for meeting me. I just wanted to get everything off my chest." I said, really thankful that he let me talk to him.
"Of course. You know I'm here for you. Always." Dylan said as he sat down opposite me. "Now, tell me what's going on."
"Okay." I breathed. "Yesterday, Hannah came to the Diner and told me that Kayden was the reason why I was kicked off the cheer team and the reason why we drifted apart." Dylan widened his eyes.
"How was he the reason?"
"Well, Hannah told me that Kayden blackmailed her into kicking me off the team. And she said he did that so he could have more of me."
"I mean, one, that's messed up. Two, he is very controlling, I agree with that." Dylan shrugged. I know that Dylan isn't the best fan of him, which is why I thought telling him would give me another opinion to think of.
"He suffers with depression."
"What?" Dylan furrowed his eyebrows. "Like, depression or depression depression?"
"Bad depression, he had a bad upbringing. I guess that's why he's scared to lose me." Dylan looked away and then back at me.
"Amy, stop making excuses for his behaviour." I looked to the ground, knowing that I was in fact making up excuses for his behaviour.
"Okay, Okay." Dylan started. "Go from the very beginning. Tell me all the things that have happened since you've been dating Kayden."
"So, I'm not on the cheer team, I lost all my friends in a horrible way, I basically have no friends, we've argued a lot, he got in a fight with you, my mom died, I lost my house, he told me to quit my job, he hit me and I'm just scared." Dylan paused for a second.
"He hit you?" I could feel my face reddening. Of course he ignored everything and only focused on that.
"Uh, yeah." Dylan's features hardened.
"He hit you? And you're gonna let him get away with it?" He shouted.
"I don't know, Dylan! He's my boyfriend!" I shouted back. Dylan rolled his eyes, trying his best to understand my point of view.
"Do you even want him to be?"
"I don't know, no, yes, kind of, ugh, I don't know!" I let out, slumping back into the couch, covering my face in my hands.
"I know you don't want to hear this, but you need to. He's obsessive. He's controlling. He's toxic. He's a bomb about to explode. For your sake, you have to do what you need to do, not want to do. And I know that at the end of the day, it's your choice, but all these people that care for you are telling you their opinion for a reason. I smiled and hugged him from the side, resting my body weight on him.
"Thank you." I whispered.
"You're welcome." He whispered back.

It's now a lot later, and I'm about to go to sleep. Well, that was until Kayden came stumbling in. I looked at his lanky figure in confusion, watching him as he walked over to the closet and grabbed his pyjamas, putting them on straight away.
"Hey baby." He said, smiling. I acknowledged his appearance before turning around, facing the ceiling. He was mainly out of my view, but I could still see him from the corner of my eye.
"Come on." He said, slipping into bed. "How can you still be mad at this?" He smirked, pointing at himself. Whilst he was gone, he must have found a local bar, the smell of alcohol lingering on his body. I rolled my eyes at his immaturity, not finding any part of this entertaining.
"None of that." He whispered lowly, his hand sliding around my waist as he pressed his lips to my neck. I widened my eyes at the sudden contact, realising straight away what his intentions were.
"I don't want to do this right now." I said, pushing his hands off me. He placed them back where they were, pressing harder this time.
"Come on babygirl." He used the strength in his arms to turn me, his hands gripping me to the bed. "You want this." I tried to struggle out of the grip but I couldn't.
"Kayden, stop it. You're drunk and I don't want it." He kissed my neck more, his hands sliding to my wrists as he pinned them above my head.
"I do not want this. Stop. Kayden, stop." I panicked, scared of what he was planning in his drunken mind.
"Just do it."
"No."
"But it makes me happy."
"No, Kayden. No."
"Do it for me."
"I said no!" Kayden roughly let his grip of me go, standing up and taking a few steps back. He shook his head as he took off his bottoms and replaced them with his pants, sliding on a hoodie and then turning to face me.
"I don't know what I expected." He snarled, looking at me up and down. "You don't give anyway." He walked out of the bedroom and then out of the house, slamming the door behind him loudly. For the first time, Kayden made me feel worthless. 'I don't give'? That's disgusting. How could he say that to me? On the verge of tears, I went into the bathroom, washing my face to clear my head. I contemplated on telling Dylan to come and pick me up, but I didn't want to worry him.

As much as I tried to get to sleep, I just couldn't. An hour went by, and still no sign of Kayden. My eyes were sore from where I'd been rubbing them, and my body was stiff from the previous events. What would have happened if Kayden didn't manage to stop himself? Shaking my head, I tried to stop thinking about it, turning to face the ceiling before eventually drifting off into a light sleep.