i choose u

.Chapter Thirteen.

.Chapter Thirteen.

                "So why didn't you just go to dinner with him?" Madison sighed over the phone.

        I was lying face first on the bed in Blaine's guest bedroom, you know, the one I am currently staying in. I did tell Madison everything, I needed to talk to someone before I went insane. 

        "Because, it's gross," I grumbled into the sheets. 

        "That's bullshit, you like him, right? Take him from that bitch!" Madison declared.  My heart started to hurt the moment she mentioned that girl. 

        "No, I can't do that, besides, my father may never agree to my feelings for Blaine."

        "You have to be kidding me! He's not in charge of your love life! Who put you in that house with only a four year older man!?" Madison said. She did have a point. 

        "Alright, alright, you have a point. I have to go, I'll talk to you later," I gripped my phone, not really wanting to hang up yet.

        "Kk," She hung up the phone for me. I really did miss her, my old school, and I wish she was here now. My father hasn't texted or called at all, he must be busy with his work. Dad, I hope you're okay, because I sure hell am not. 

                I had fallen asleep in my make up once again. I drowsily got up from the bed and drug myself out my bedroom door. I had to use the bathroom. I couldn't see anything, since the hallway was so dark, and it was hard to find the bathroom door handle. After taking forever just to figure out how to open the bathroom door correctly, I switched on the light, and took off my make up with the remover I had. Finishing up in the bathroom, I closed the door behind me, and looked towards Blaine's room. His door was closed but the TV light made the crack under the door glow brightly and was on and turned up loud. Maybe I should turn it off? My feet moved by themselves and I was already standing in front of his door. My hand hesitantly opened the door and I scanned the room slowly for any signs of life or movement. All that was going through my head was Blaine's body and the last time I saw him without a shirt. I blushed, then wanted to shut the door again; what the hell was going to happen to me?

        I saw someone was laying in the bed, I flinched when Blaine shifted to lay on the other side. He was asleep. His room was still a mess and I had to move clothing away from the door in order to open it. Entering completely into the room, I found myself gazing at Blaine's sleeping face. He looked so cute sleeping! I squealed quietly and wanted to get a closer look. So innocent looking, so good looking, why did it have to be like this? A gunshot came from behind me and I gasped, ducking down to the ground, then realized; it was the TV. Jeez, how could he sleep with such a noisy background? I found the remote lying next to Blaine on the bed and slowly picked it up without disturbing him. The moment I turned the TV off, a hand grabbed my wrist, and pulled me onto the bed beside Blaine. I was about to scream but I forced my mouth shut after I realized I was safe; or was I? Even though the TV was off, I could see the lighting reflecting from Blaine's blue eyes.

        "Um, Blaine?" I whispered. He was quiet, staring at me, then gripped my wrist tightly. 

        "What are you doing in my room?" He asked. Oh my God, he was fully awake. I wanted to die right now, I couldn't believe he was awake the whole time. 

        "I-I um, wanted to turn the TV off for you," I stuttered. He continued to look into my eyes. My face felt like it was on fire from embarrassment. 

        "So your way of turning off the TV is watching me sleep? You are really brave to come in here," he whispered. We were face to face and I was lying beside him on the bed. My hand was still in his, it felt hot, and sweaty. My heart was pounding so loud, I wanted to pull away. I didn't say anything, I wanted to get away as fast as I could, but Blaine seemed to have known what I was thinking. "Answer me," he demanded. 

        "You wont do anything to me," I finally replied. Blaine was quiet, then all of the sudden, he was on top of me!? The room was dark but I could see his bare chest, he was wearing sweats, and as soon as I was staring at his body, he pinned my hands above my head. His eyes were challenging but I told myself not to be scared. "Let me repeat that, you can't do anything," I whispered. 

        "Or what?" His voice suddenly sounded dark. "I'm a man, I'm much more stronger then you." Okay, now I was getting scared. 

        "T-Then that's considered rape-"

        "Not if they like it," He chuckled. This wasn't Blaine, this wasn't Blaine at all. For some reason, he had the same look in his eyes the night he came home drunk. He was getting close to my face again. Inching his way towards me. I gasped, not really wanting this. 

        "No! Stop!" I cried out. Blaine snapped out of it then fell beside me on the bed, facing away from me. 

        "Get out," He said. I sat up on the bed and looked at him. 

        "But-"

        "I said, get out, unless you want something to really happen to you," Blaine sounded angry. I looked down at my trembling hands. My heart, it still was hurting. I wanted to say something but how could I say something after I told him to stop? The truth was, I actually wanted something to happen. I jumped off his bed and ran out of his room. I was back at mine, I threw myself onto the bed, and closed my eyes. I wanted to cry but what right did I have to do that? He was always teasing me, messing with my feelings, why couldn't he just leave me alone if he didn't even like me?