Jesus of Suburbia

A monster has his weaknesses.
So why wouldn't he?
Am I...Am I attracted to him?"
Yes.
Fuck.
You know you are Samantha.
I bury my face in my hands, sitting on my bed. My feet barely touching the ground.
He used you.
Harry. Screw Harry.
You Sam.
A voice in my head says it for me.
,,Screw you"I say.
A deep chuckle comes from the corner of my room.
,,Talking to Imaginary friends again, Samantha?" He asks, his mocking tone.
,,Fuck off" I say, and I don't bother to look up.
He grabs my wrist tightly and leans in. He takes my bottom lip in between his teeth and tugs on it.
His eyes threatening me.
He shakes his head, not letting go of my lip. My whole body is alive, and I am feeling lightheaded.
He looks at me, and let's go of my lip. He presses his body against mine, and puts his hand on my thigh. His lips touch mine. He pushes Me against the wall, with one hand on my thigh and the other holding my wrist up above my head. His tongue tickles mine. I whine when our lips part.