Someone Like You (A Chandler Riggs Fan-Fic)

Chapter 29

Ariana

I wrap a towel around my body as I step out of the shower. I pull my hair behind my neck, stepping infront of the mirror. Dark purple and red tints my skin, below my ear, on my collar bones. I feel my throat tighten, as I remember everything that happened.

Sam's hands all over my body. From my breasts, to my legs. I remember the words he whispered in my ear as he moved ontop of me. I remember our sweaty bodies, rubbing against eachother.

"It could be like this. . .always." he whispered, "This could be us. Every night. Any day. Whenever you want."

I remember moaning his name, raking my nails across his back, with every thrust he gave. Throwing my head back in pleasure, as he gripped the headboard for more support. I remember him kissing my neck carefully and slowly, as we both reached our ends.

I remember every vivid detail. And the worst part is, I was completely and utterly under his control. With every seductive word rolling off of his tongue, I wanted more. He had me exactly where he wanted me, so he took advantage of the opportunity.

And I let him.

I step out of the bathroom, instantly struck by the smell of cologne that takes up the entire room.

"Hey babe." Chandler says, laying across my bed. How did he even get in? Tas isn't here?

My heart begins pounding in my chest and my instant thought is the hickies. I quickly reach up, pulling my head hair over my shoulder, giving a fake smile, "Hey, babe. . ."

"Listen," Chandler stands up and begins walking towards me, fiddling with his thumbs, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you."

"O-okay?"

"I. . .I um. ." Chandler grabs the back of his neck, rubbing it as he steps closer, but I take a step back, hoping he doesn't notice me distancing myself.

"I fight." he finally chokes out.

"You. .you what?" I ask, dumbfoundedly.

"I fight. Like punching, kicking. . .people. For. . .money." he says slowly.

"Chandler. . .um. . " I honestly have no idea what to say, I just want him out of my room. I feel like I'm practically drowning in my own sweat, "Um. . . I don't know what to say." I say awkwardly.

"Say you'll still stay with me." he says stepping closer, grabbing my shoulders.

"Of-of course! I-. . .Why would I leave you?" I ask quickly. Hell, I'm a nervous wreck.

Chandler stares at me, before leaning forward and connecting his lips to mine. Flashes of Sam and I instantly take over my mind causing me to shove Chandler away.

"What are you doing?" he asks confused, "I thought you said you didn't care that I fought." I can see hurt in his eyes.

"Babe, I-I don't, I just don't feel good at all. I think I might have the flu. I just don't want to get you sick, too." I say with the most real smile I can conjure up, with how I'm feeling right now, "Maybe you should go. I don't want to get you si-"

"No, I'll stay with you." he says.

I scan Chandler's face, noticing the beads of sweat falling from his forehead, "Chandler, I'm fine. Go to your room, take a shower. Text me or call me in the morning. I'll be fine, really." I say placing my hand on his cheek, which I can tell he takes some relief in.

He closes his eyes, placing his hand over my hand, sighing, "Okay. But I'll be over as soon as you wake up." he says taking his hands and placing them on both sides of my face. He pulls me to him, wrapping me in his arms. It's almost like he's scared that something could happen to me. He tilts my head up, connecting our lips for a good long time before letting me breath again.

"Hope I don't die before tomorrow." I joke, but he doesn't seem too happy with me. He kisses my forehead one more time before saying goodbye and stepping out of my room.

"Finally." I say to myself, relief washing over me. I throw on some shorts and a tanktop, falling onto my bed. My mind flashes back to Sam throwing me onto the bed, before throwing himself ontop of me.

I close my eyes, trying to make the images go away, but it doesn't help. I crawl under my bed covers, and reach over to turn my lamp off. I can only imagine the vivid dreams I'll have tonight, and honestly, I'm scared.

I'm scared for the dreams, and for myself. I'm scared because I don't know what's going to happen, or what Chandler would do if he found out, or if Sam will tell people. Using me as a trophy.

But it's all on me. Because I'm the one that let this happen. Guilt controls me now. And it will until something changes. I feel myself drifting off, as I repeat the word over and over again in my head.

Guilt.

Guilt.

Guilt.

I don't know why, maybe it's like therapy, or maybe I'm trying to trick myself into thinking that what I did was okay, because everyone makes mistakes, right?

Wrong.

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Hey guys, so I know you all wanted an update super bad and this probably isn't what you were looking for, but i've been super busy with school and dances and people and I'm trying to update I really am but it's pretty hard.

Anyways, I hope you at least somewhat enjoyed this chapter. :-))))

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