Betrayed

Chapter 8

The rest of the week passed pretty much the same as it had the last couple days. Mike would come over every night, sometimes with Cara other times alone. He would stay and hang out and pout his lips for a kiss and I would shoo him away. Occasionally I would give in and peck him on the lips. It was pretty straight forward the whole time. We were joking around and Cara was annoyed by it.

By Thursday everyone was getting worried. Mike and I would spend all night talking, him not going home until 2 or 3 a.m. Cara was beginning to question why he would show up so late and my sister was beginning to be scared it was no longer a joke.

I reassured Cara there was nothing actually going on. I didn’t like Mike like that. He was a friend and nothing more. In fact I was sort of losing the friendship as well. Each day when he came over he seemed to get clingier. He wanted to cuddle on the couch or make out on the porch. I wasn’t interested in doing either. I just wanted the normal life back. When he and Cara came over and everyone sat around drinking and playing cards.

Friday morning is when I got really scared. My phone went off with the same old ding it did every time he texted me.

::I want to take you somewhere really nice tonight. I know the perfect place be ready at 10::

I was first appalled. How dare him just assume I’m hanging out with him. It was like I had lost my right to make decisions. He decided what I was doing and when I would do it.

::Can’t Jes coming ova.::

Jes was the first best friend who wasn’t Cara I had ever had. We had lived next door to each other and I hadn’t seen her since I was back in Mass. We had talked about making plans for that night anyways.

::What are you two doing tonight?::

::Drinking::

::Where?::

::Co’s::

::Cool, want me to pick up the alchy?::

Alright so my plan to avoid him for one night was gone out the window. The worst part was he was going to cling to me in front of Jes and I would have to be honest about it. We told each other everything.

::Yeah pick up beer and jager.::

I figured if he was going to crash our night he was going to pay for it, literally.

At around 3 there was a knock at the door. Guess who? CARA!!

“Hey what are you guys doing tonight?”

“Um Jessica is coming over and I think we’re going to drink.”

“Mikes coming over too right? I’m going out tonight and I think it’s the night for me and Chris. If Mike drinks he’ll have to sleep here. It’s perfect. Just don’t let him hook up with Jes. I’d have to kill her. I know you two would never do anything. You’re like one of the few of my friends he wouldn’t try to screw.”

So there it was, she was still protective of him. Just not when it came to me since I was so completely horrible looking. So I was supposed to keep a guy who was constantly trying to kiss me at my house all night drinking without letting him try to get in my pants. Any one ever have that mission before?

At 8 o’clock Jes called me.
“I’m soooo sorry. I promised my mom I would watch Hannah while they went out for their anniversary. It’s there 1st one since they got married and I completely forgot it was tonight. Do you hate me?”

“No of course not. Give Hannah a kiss for me. I’ll talk to you later.” Hannah was 3 months old and Jes’ adorable sister. It didn’t stop me from cursing Jessica’s mother though. Now I would have drinking psychopath Mike at my house alone. Co sure as hell wouldn’t stay up late enough to save me.

Mike showed up like he always did. He was told if he were to drink he couldn’t leave by Cara so it was all set.

He, Christiane, and I were sitting lined up on the couch. Jorge was asleep in the other room since he wasn’t feeling too well. Christiane ran into the kitchen and got a shot glass.

“Are we waiting for Jes?” Mike asked before opening the jager bottle.

“She couldn’t come, she’s babysitting.” He unscrewed the cap and poured a shot out. He then handed it to me.

“Ladies first.”

I took the stupid shot and filled the glass right back up, “Your turn.”

The rest of the bottle was drunk in that exact order. Christiane said she didn’t want to drink so he and I polished off the bottle together.

“I’m going to bed guys.” I was drunk by now and giggling like a fool.

“Night Co. Love you.” I sloppily gave her a hug.

“Mike you are sleeping on the couch. Understood? Do not even attempt to sleep anywhere else.” Mike laughed and replied simply, “Sure, Co.” Then she was gone and although I was drunk it got awkward.

Mike scooted over on the couch and turned my face to him.

“You told me the first time I asked to kiss you, you hate being asked. So tonight I’m just doing it.” He pulled me into his arms and kissed my lips. I kissed him back a little figuring it would be like it always was, a peck. He had other plans.

He slowly slipped his tongue between my terrified lips and in the process leaned me backwards onto the couch. He followed me down sliding his hands down my sides.

I’m not sure whether it was the alcohol or how nice it felt for someone to want me but I kissed him back. I let his tongue slip into my mouth and wrestle with mine. His lips bruised mine as he kept kissing then slowly he began trailing. His lips went to my cheek first, nipping then licking the redness away. Once he had devoured my face he moved to my neck, nipping and soothing as he had done before. His lips slowly found the curve of my breast that rose above my shirt.

As his lips traveled his hands began working their way up my shirt. Gently rubbing circles around my sensitive but covered nipple. Suddenly I felt his hand begin to move my shirt up and his length swell through his pants. I jumped. I was terrified now. It had gone too far. I wasn’t ready for this with anyone let alone him.

I pushed him up off of me and stood.

“Sorry, but this is so not happening. This can’t happen. You live with Cara for fucking sakes. I walked into my room without letting him say a word. I picked a pillow off my bed and through it out the door.

“This is for you, to use on the couch. Goodnight.” I shut my door and put on a pair of pajama pants and a tank top. I was still shaking from the entire ordeal. It had felt nice but it was also too scary, too wrong, too dangerous. I slipped under the covers and listened to my heart pound against my chest.

The I heard it, a knock at my door. “Can I come in? Just for a second?” It was him and he didn’t even wait for an answer just opened my door. He walked over to my bed and leaned in.

“Mike this is bad, you need to go back out there. This can not happen. Please just go sleep on the couch. This is stupid.”

“I’m sorry. He swooped down and kissed me, hard, harder than before, this time paralyzing me. I pushed him off but he wouldn’t budge. He climbed onto me and slid his hand down my body slipping into my pants as he kissed me.

He found my opening and slid his finger inside of me. I gasped in shock at the new feeling. Only one guy h ad ever done this to me and I hadn’t tried to get him off me two minutes before.

“Mike seriously, stop. This is bad.” He kept going, raising his finger to my clit and slowly running circles with his thumb as he slid two fingers deep inside of me.

I kept pushing him off me but he wouldn’t listen he just kept pushing onto me harder.

He began to slip his body down mine and I realized what he was planning on doing. No guy had ever done that to me. I didn’t want him to now.

“No. Don’t.” I said it and he just nodded.

I thought I was okay and he was going to leave as he stood up. Then I cringed, he began slipping his shorts down his legs. He was standing in front of me naked now.

“Mike seriously we can’t do this.”

“Yes we can.”

He pushed my pants down roughly and fell back on top of me. I was shaking in fright now. He didn’t know I was a virgin, was he going to hurt me, would I bleed?

He looked me in the eyes and I saw his lips form the words but heard no sound, “I’m sorry” Then he plunged into me to the hilt. I was so numb with fright and alcohol I didn’t even realize it at first. I pushed at him but he just kept saying he was sorry, finally I just gave up and laid there. He pulled out slowly then pushed back into me with such force I swore he’d tear me in two but I felt nothing. My body was completely dead. I felt the tears begin to form in my eyes but I held them back.

“Wake me up when September ends.” I heard the deafening cry from the other side of the room. It was my cell phone ringing and only one person had that ring tone. Cara.

Mike ignored it and just kept pounding himself inside of me. Kissing my cheek and nipping my ear as he apologized. Finally I heard a soft groan and he pulled out of me fast, spewing himself onto my blanket. Turned out he hadn’t thought a condom was necessary. Great! Just another terrifying thing that hit me.

“Are you okay?”

How nice of him to ask now. “Yeah, I’m fine. I quickly found my pants that were lying at the end of the bed and slipped them on. I got out of the bed and went towards my cell phone. I had a text.

::Is he staying there?:: It was from Cara.

::Yeah, he isn’t going anywhere trust me:: I texted her back and began to laugh sickened. I was disgusting. I was horrible. I was as bad as she if not worse. I had just had sex for the first time in my life with my cousins boyfriend. I had tried to stop it but I hadn’t been strong enough, the alcohol had been too much and the shock had sealed it.

Mike stood and slipped his shorts back on then he kissed me. He walked into the living room and laid onto the couch. I figured I would at least be alone although it did make me sick that he would just get up and leave.

“Do you think there’s any way I can sleep in here tonight?” He asked from the couch.
I called out year and just lay on my pillow reliving what had just happened. He crawled next to me and wrapped a large over powering arm around my middle.

“Night.” He kissed my hair and pretty much passed out. Once I was sure he was a sleep I slipped out of his arms and went into the living room. By now it was 4 o’clock and nothing was on T.V. so I sat on the couch and curled up into a ball hugging my knees. It wasn’t until that moment I let them fall. The tears began rushing down my face and blurring my sight. I could see black streaks out of the corners of my eyes and I just cried.

I stayed like that until 8 when I figured he would be waking up. He had to be at work for 9:30 and I had watched him set his phone to go off at 8:30. I slipped into the bed and his arm instinctively wrapped around me. I laid there for a half hour remembering and feeling dirty. Finally at 8:30 the alarm went off and he slowly rose.

“Morning.” He kissed my lips briefly and stood up going into the bathroom. I quickly slipped out of bed and ran to CO’s room. She was sitting on the bed with Aidan who had woken up. Mike, my brother in law had left the house around 8:15 for work while I was being suffocated by the other in my room.

“I did it.” The only words I said before the tears started falling again.

“What are you talking about? You did what?” She was getting scared and not having a clue what I was talking about.

“I slept with him.” I whispered it because I was terrified he could hear me in the bathroom.

“Shut the fuck up. You’re lying.”

“You didn’t realize he wasn’t on the couch when you went to get Aidans bottle?”

“I just thought you let him sleep in y our bed. I didn’t think you actually had sex with him. Oh god Tif.”

She hugged me and then I heard the toilet flush and the sink water stop running. I quickly escaped her embrace and walked into the living room. I grabbed my cigarettes and Christiane’s big pink fuzzy robe and walked onto the porch. Mike came out a few minutes later dressed in the work clothes from the night before. He gave me a kiss on the top of my head and said he’d see me later.

Once he was in his car and off the street I ran back to CO’s room. I plopped onto her bed and cried. I just cried. I didn’t think, I didn’t talk, I didn’t move. I just cried.