That Night

Chapter 1: What the F***

Chapter 1: What the F***

"Good morning beautiful."

I open my eyes to find my Darian, my boyfriend of three years. Where am I? I thought as I looked around the room I currently woke up in. Oh shit. I got drunk last night didn't I?

" Darian. What did we do last night?" I asked already knowing what the answer was.

" We had sex, baby. Don't you remember? I'm pretty hard to forget. You seemed like you enjoyed it too."

"Darian were we drinking last night? Everything is kind of fuzzy to me now"

" Well you were Nikki. I wasn't." He said this with a devilish grin like he knew he was about to get his ass kicked.

" Darian! I told you I didn't want to have sex with you until we were married! How could you take advantage of me like that!!" I screamed at him. I was really pissed at him!

" It's okay baby. You have nothing to worry about. You were great. You were screaming my name all night."

" Darian! Thats not the point. I told you I wasn't ready and you just went a head and fucked me without my consent! What kind of boyfriend are you!

" Woah Nikki, calm down. I asked you if you were ready last night and you practically couldn't wait to get my pants off!!

By this time I had jumped out of the bed and was throwing my clothes on my body. I was so pissed at Darian that I couldn't see strait.

" Did you at least use a condom?"

"No" Darian replied like it was no big deal. I could have gotten a STD from him or be pregnant!

"What do you mean 'no' Darian! I could be pregnant! Are you that selfish and horny that you couldn't think of anyone but yourself!"

By this time I had finished getting dressed and gotten my keys and purse from the chair that I had apparently tossed them in.

" Whatever Darian. I'm out of here!"

I went outside and hoped in my brand new red Volvo SUV. I had bought it with my tips from working at the local popular restaurant called " Bobby's sit in Grill".

I get in, throw my purse on the passenger seat and start my car. I start to back up when I see Darian running out of the house with a sheet covering the lower half of his body.

" Wait Nikki!!!! We can talk about this baby!!!" Those were the the cries I heard as I quickly backed out of my backstabbing boyfriend's house.

He even went as far as the street yelling after me. I can't believe he has the nerve to come after me when he did what he did.

I should have listened to Lauren, my BFF. She told me he was bad news but I just wouldn't listen because I has been trying to go out with him for months.

I guess that's what friends ate for. Telling you stuff when you really don't wanna hear it.

I had reached my drive way by now and pulled in the garage. I say there for a moment and looked at myself in the mirror.

Damn. What am I gonna tell my mom I thought. My makeup was all messed up and my raven black hair was tangled. I ran my fingers in my hair trying to make it look less like a train wreck.

I found makeup remover in my backseat and used that to fix my face. Well, time to go in I thought.

I grabbed my purse and headed in quietly trying not to wake up my mom in case she was sleeping late.

" Nice of you to come home little missy. I was starting to think you ran away" My mom was standing on the kitchen making breakfast with her hands on her hips.

" You are seventeen Nikki", she went on. " Your not an adult yet. You can't just leave, tell me your going out, and then not come home until the next morning. What do you think this is!?"

" Mom it's not like that. I went to a party with Lauren and it was late when I looked at the time and I didn't want to wake you up at midnight. So I just stayed over at her house. I did it to be considerate to you. "

" That doesn't excuse anything, Nikki. Go to your room. I'll deal with you later. Go clean yourself up. "

And with that she turned around and continued breakfast. This is when I knew I was in a shit hole.