The Falling virgin

f i f t y f i v e: lover boy

Allison Daniels

"Sick of you!"

My hand met the side of his face causing his head moved to the side.

His eyes found mine, which were full of tears. There was a silence between us, tension that had build up. "I'm sorry." I said. He bit his lip, an expression on his face that I couldn't read. He frowned and put his hand on the place where I has slapped him. "I think I better go back inside."

I tried to grab his arm, but he pushed my off of him causing me to fall on the ground. He turned around and he went back inside, slamming the door behind him. I wiped the tears away and got up.

After a few minutes, I let out a long breath and walked to the door, too. I quietly shut the door behind me and strolled up the stairs. I had found my way around the house and found Connor's bedroom. I slowly opened it, poking my head inside to see if he was inside. The light in the bathroom was on and the sound of someone shuffling.

I closed the door and decided not to ask if it was him. Rudolph was laying on the bed and I petted his head. I took off my hoodie, same for my shirt and slipped my sweats down to look into the mirror, revealing the bruises that were starting to form. One was up to my bum and another formed at the level of the side of my thigh. I flinched as I touched the bruises. I saw something move in the reflection, I looked up and met Connor's eyes trough the mirror.

His expression was blank, but I could see his eyes avert to the bruises as he leaned against the doorway of the bathroom. I quickly slipped the sweats back up, unlocking my eyes from his. "You should get some ice for that." He said and I only now noticed that his cheek was red. "You, too." I said and he shrugged. "Probably."

There was a tension between us and he bit his lip. "You're kind of cute when you're mad." He said before he pushed himself away from the doorway. "I'm going see how your brother is doing."

He walked out of the room and I sighed, running a hand trough my hair. "Why does he have to be like this?" I asked myself and shook my head, a small grin on my lips.

I took off the sweatpants and my bra to go to sleep, not following his advice to get an ice package. I grabbed a shirt and put it on.

I crawled under the covers and turned off the lights. I closed my eyes and tried to turn onto my side, wincing because of the pain the bruises caused when I did. Luckily, I was exhausted, so my body went to sleep pretty fast.

***
I woke up as the blanket moved, the smell of alcohol hitting my nostrils. I shot up,turning on the light as I heard Connor grunt. "What the fuck?" I asked as his eyes met mine. "Have you been drinking?" I asked, pointing out the obvious. "Does it matter?" He asked, mimicking my tone.

Suddenly he gagged and turned to run to the toilet. I shoved the covers off of me and followed him. His vomit left his body as soon as he leaned over the toilet. I knelt down next to him, rubbing his back as he continued throwing up. As he finished I got a paper to wipe away to vomit around his mouth and flushed the toilet.

He rested his back against the wall and closed his eyes. "Fuck." He muttered and I took place on the ground in front of him, placing a glass of water in his hand. "Idiot." I said and he opened one eye to look at me, taking a sip of the water. "Now, why did you drink this much?" I asked.

"Benjamin really felt bad and I didn't want him to-" He stopped and chuckled. "To, get dr- drunk alone."

I sighed and he closed his eye again. "Plus, I felt bad about pushing you." He said, gulping the whole glass down. I softly shoved him with my foot. "I'm sorry I slapped you."