Summer Before Her (Completed)

21- Long time coming

Kirsten's POV

"Kirsten, you should come over," he said, nonchalantly, as if he wasn't drunk and it wasn't midnight.

"For what? To rescue your drunk ass?" I inquired playfully, my dumb ass was ready to stick myself in a pair of jeans and drive over.

"No, to hangout"

Oh. I should be jumping at this opportunity.

Kirsten, you need to realize that this man is a chronic drunk and he is currently drunk while he is inviting you to his house at midnight. Just hang up— my inner voice screamed, it was the more rational one of the two of us.

"that's nice of you to ask, but you are drunk and on a play date with Seth," I said politely

"Ohmygod, Seth is so getting murdered," He groaned in response.

Goodbyes and awkward giggles later, the call was thankfully over.

What was this? What is wrong with him? Why does he only entertain me when he is drunk? Is he an alcoholic? — All sorts of questions plagued me as I sat in the silence of my barely lit room.

My phone went off again, startling me. This better not be him—  I thought to myself.

It was Fred.

Should I answer? I was still mad at him.

My fingers subconsciously touched the answer button as if conditioned.

"Hello.... Hello... Are you there Kirsten?" he called out.

"Hey Fred" I responded curtly.

"Can we talk?" he asked, almost pleading.

"Aren't we talking?" I asked, now the anger creeping into my voice.

"No, Face to face"

"I don't want to see you"

"Please, I really need this" he begged.

"Fine" I complied.

"I am outside," he said in response, the cheer almost immediately back in his voice.

Oh.

I soundlessly hung up the call and pulled my hair into a messy ponytail, slipping on a pair of slippers, I walked down the stairs and out of the house.

The chilly night air nipping at my skin, but more than that, his eyes roaming on my body. It was then I realized that I was barely clothed, my flimsy t-shirt clung to my chest accentuating every curve, the lack of underwear and the cold night meant that my nipples weren't as obscured as I would have liked them to be, my shorts ended just at crook of my thighs, leaving a little too much on display.

I felt a little uncomfortable but nonetheless, I walked up to him and greeted him with silence. His eyes still hungrily roaming over my body, the longer he looked the less comfortable I felt.

He then suddenly relaxed and leaned against my car that stood in the driveway, I imitated him subconsciously, my arms now folded against my chest, legs resting one of top of the other as I leaned next to him.

"What was it that you wanted to talk about?" I asked breaking the silence.

"This, Kirsten this. I love you, I love this, I need a chance to prove it to you"

The air crisp with cold and tension, sent a shiver down my spine as I let his words settle in.

"You have to understand that I don't see you like that and what you did really hurt me."

In reaction, he pushed himself off the car and stood in front of me, a little closer than I would have liked him to be. My arms tightened across my chest.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, baby, I love you, I love you so much and I know you do too, I have seen the way you look at me, the way your body reacts to my touch"

His hand reached out to rest on the car beside me as he leaned in a little closer. The other hand caressing the side of my arm.

Reflexively, I pulled away as I stuttered "St-Stop"

On hearing that, his hand moved away from my arm, forcibly grasping my chin as he angled my lips towards his forcibly crushing them against his.

My hands flung out from the folded posture pushing against him as my vocal cords struggled to let out a scream.

His other hand swiftly grabbed my struggling ones, pinning them down by his crotch, as he trapped them between our bodies.

I wanted to kick and scream and ask for help, but his smothering kiss silenced the voice, his well built two hundred pounds over my lithe ninety pounds was enough to suppress every kind of struggle.

His hands roamed my body freely, exploring every inch that I wished he didn't touch, violating me with his feather-light touch with a tinge of cruelty.

Why was this happening to me? Wasn't he my friend? How could this be happening to me? —my mind screamed a thousand questions as tears freely flowed down my cheeks.

His lips still devouring mine, his other hand reaching for my barely clothed nipples as he twisted them igniting a certain kind of pain that asserted me to be awake and aware of him.

Finally, he broke away, leaving me breathless and numb, the inflow of Oxygen igniting a new wave of struggle.

"I told you to give me one chance, you will love me," he said.

"I don't, you are hurting me" I screaming, pushing against his chest.
"I won't tell anyone if you leave right now, Please go" I begged.

"You are a bitch and a tease Kirsten, you lead men on and then let them down, don't think I didn't notice all the short skirts you wear, you are a fucking bitch"

His hands wrapped around my neck "You better not" he said threateningly.

Who is he? I don't recognise this Fred.

"And I am so done with you, go fuck your limp dick boy toy"

He walked away, getting into his car and driving away.

I collapsed on the driveway, my legs no longer supporting my weight, It felt like my world was ending, What had I ever done to deserve this? Did I lead him on? Maybe I shouldn't have dressed like this, maybe I should have put on more clothes— a thousand and one reasons flooded my brain trying to rationalize and understand what just happened.

It didn't make sense, Fred wasn't this person, this wasn't supposed to happen. I ended up sobbing on the driveway and falling asleep, next to my parked car.

**

I woke up to the sunlight caressing my face as every inch of my body screamed in pain, my joints groaning from having spent the night on the cold concrete.

As I became more awake and alert, I realized what had happened, the sensations and pain from last night flooded my senses and the dried stream of tears on my cheeks became wet again.

I willed myself to get off the driveaway and into the house. As soon as I was on my feet, the autopilot kickstarted, and I went through the motions of the morning.

I was dressed in my usual clothes, my bag slung on my shoulder, my hand resting on the open edge of the door as I realized that he would be there in school, I couldn't go.

And just like that, everything that I had blocked for the past hour, returned, crumbling my strength and posture.

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End of Chapter 21.

This was a heavy chapter to write, I hope it was realistic.

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take care, my lovelies.

Until Tomorrow
Elle