Dominance

The morning after

Kylie's POV:

I awoke to an arm getting tighter around my torso. I looked to my right and all I saw was a pile of fluffy hair.

I smiled to myself, as I watched the boy peacefully sleep. It was weird watching him so silent and clam, almost relaxing.

I was so used to seeing his forehead wrinkled into confusion or anger. That same dreadful smirk that always lingers among his lips a few seconds longer than normal.

I shifted to my side, facing him so I could have a better view. My shift moved his arm as well which made him groan and slightly move his head.

I giggled when I realized that my body had been blocking the sun, and now since I moved it was shining in his eyes.

He peeked through his right eye, only to quickly close it due to the brightness.

"We can't have me going blind now can we?" he mumbled.

And before I knew it, he wrapped both of his arms around my waist and flipped us where he was on top.

"Good morning to you to!" I said shocked at his sudden moves.

All I got was a cheeky smile in return.

"I can tell you're not upset with me anymore??" I trailed off.

His smile faded a bit, but soon grew when he thought of something.

"Nah, I was but not anymore. Now I know you'll always be mine!" he exclaimed.

Then I remembered last nights events and suddenly frowned. I remembered the club and the boy. How Jason caught me and dragged me home.

I lost my virginity.

"Now my little Kylie's all grown up!" he mocked in my face.

My attitude quickly changed as I tried to shove him off of me.

"It's not that funny you know? That was the one thing that I still had, that nobody could take until I was ready for it to be taken.." My eyes watered.

"And you forced it out of me.. I have literally been striped of my own dignity." I trailed off as a few tears fell.

I focused back on Jason's blank, expressionless face, proving that he didn't give a damn about me or how I felt.

I finally wiggled out from his grip and sat up, I needed a shower. I stood up and immediately felt pain shoot through my legs.

I winced and quickly sat back down. I heard a chuckle come from behind me.

"Stop laughing at me..." I mumbled.

I hate him.

He continued laughing, "Its pretty damn funny actually!"

I hate him so much.

I then took the courage to fully stand up and glance at him. Surprised by my actions, he stopped laughing and just waited for my next move.

I watched him for a good 60 seconds before shaking my head and mumbling "Asshole." While walking off.

With every step I took, the pain in my legs got worse, but I showed no emotion. Knowing that if I did, I would just get made fun of and laughed at.

Once I got into the bathroom I slammed the door and locked it shut, tears instantly streaming out of my eyes.

Embarrassment and humiliation would be an understatement as to how I was feeling right now.