Kari

“Is there a reason as to why you’re so bitter?”

The questioning was unsettling, hard to answer, and frustrating. Of course there was a reason as to why she was a sour, rude, and unsocial woman. Would she ever tell him why, though?

Of course not.

Her past was littered in angst, anguish, torment … how could he possibly understand if she tried to explain? What he had done to her was unforgivable, but she forgave him anyway. Why, you ask? She couldn’t help it. The sweet, tender voice that gnawed at her ears, loving arms wrapped around her waist and suffocating her was more than enough for her to forgive him tenfold. How in God’s name could she answer that question?

Because you raped me. You tore me in two, you ruined my whole fucking life that night.

No, of course not. She couldn’t hurt him like that. She couldn’t do anything so horrible to him. She was in love with him, and he loved her – so he said. She clenched her teeth, grinding them together as she tired to muster an answer to his question, teeth moving over her lower lip and beginning to chew; a bad habit of hers when she was thinking too much. But he knew that – he knew everything about her. Everything. He knew when she was lying, when she was honest, when she was hurting, and when she was happy.

She turned her head to the left to glance at him. Chocolate brown hues met crystal blue, and she looked down immediately, turning away once more. Her arms were crossed, hands secretly digging into her sides and hugging herself. She opened her mouth, taking in a deep breath as if she were about to say something, then … nothing. She released her breath, the hot air steaming in the cold outside. Her slender brows furrowed, knitting together in thought as she stared upon the ground, droplets of rain beginning to patter onto her hair and body. She was double layered in clothing, but she felt so naked. She always felt nude under his stare though; it was unnerving having those piercing azure orbs bearing into her. Even though she wasn’t looking, she knew his intense gaze was fixated upon her face.

She built up her nerve, brown eyes shooting up to look into his once more. He was so handsome. Classic good looks, really. Dark wavy black hair, a well defined jaw and nose, and unbelievably bright blue eyes that were hard to not stare into. What could he possibly see in her anyway? She often found herself asking this question.

“Kari?” he called out to her, stepping closer.

Damn. How long had he been waiting for her answer? She turned to face him, eyes focusing on the buttons on his shirt collar, refusing to budge from that spot.

“Kari, what’s wrong?”

Oh, her name use to sound so wonderful rolling off of his tongue like that. She used to love hearing him call her name, moan it. Now, it made her shiver to here him even whisper it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She finally answered. How long had it been? Only a few minutes? It seemed like an eternity before he replied to her.

“Stop lying to me.”

He sounded angry, so bitter at her for even trying to lie to him. “You know I know when you’re lying, Kari. I love you. Tell me why you’ve been so distant the past few weeks.”

He kept pushing her for an answer. What was she going to do? She dropped her hands to her side, balling them into fists as she fought within herself. The internal debating was making her angry, as well as him she could see. He was already trembling waiting for her answer – or maybe he was just cold. It was raining after all, but she’d barely noticed. Her dark hair was already dripping with water as she took a deep breath once more.

“Do you remember when you were drunk that night and you woke up the next morning and asked me what happened? I told you ‘Don’t worry baby. You didn’t do anything horrible.’ And we laughed it off. I lied.” She whispered softly, nails digging into her palms, tearing into the soft flesh. “Michael … you raped me.”

The look on his face twisted from worry to confusion to shock. “I … I couldn’t have possibly …” he started, speechless. She bit on her lip as she watched him contemplate, trying to think back on that night and remembering nothing. He was too wasted that night to remember what he’d done to her – what he’d said to her that night, how he’d touched her when she said no.

“Baby, I’m sorry …” she whispered softly to him, not knowing why she was apologizing but feeling guilty either way. Was that normal? To feel guilty after confessing what he’d done to her. He stepped forward, arms outstretched. She sighed as he wrapped her into an embrace, warming her immediately though they were both soaked to the bone. She was going to wake up with a cold, she knew it. “I’m sorry, Kari. I’m so sorry … I’d never hurt you purposely.” He whispered into her ear. Another cold shiver ran down her spine. He rubbed her back to try and warm her.

“We’ll get past it.” She whispered softly, forcing herself to press her lips against his. He didn’t mean to hurt her like that, he didn’t mean to rip her and make her bleed, he didn’t mean to call her his dirty little slut and force her to choke down his cock while he slapped her cheeks and spurted down her throat. He didn’t mean it. Did he?

That night, she tossed and turned in bed. He grumbled slightly next to her, shifting a bit and wrapping his arm over her middle, head nestling comfortably at the nape of her neck, hot breath spilling over her and causing her to tremble. She laid still, closing her eyes. She was feeling feverish already. I’ll take some Tylenol tomorrow morning. She thought to herself, sighing deeply as she waited for sleep to take her over.

-Dream.-

His hands roamed over her breasts, flicking at her hard nipples. “Mike, please …” she begged softly to him, shaking her head. “I don’t want to do this.”

“Be a good girl and get on your knees for me, Kari. You love me don’t you baby? Don’t disobey me. Get on your knees and open that pretty little mouth for me.”

She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his hand enclosed around her throat, weakening her and forcing her to kneel before him. “Open.” He whispered softly. She heard herself whimper as she slowly opened her mouth. They done this plenty of times before, but he was drunk and so rough tonight. She missed the real Michael – the gentle, laidback man she’d fallen in love with. She didn’t have time to think anymore. He was already buried into her throat and she was forcing back her choking, trying her hardest to please him so she’d stop. She knew her neck would be bruised the next morning.

She swallowed thickly around his erection, earning a low groan from him as he thrusted into her mouth, down her throat. Precum leaked into her mouth and oozed out of her mouth, dribbling down her lips and chin, falling onto her bare breasts. Goosebumps prickled on her skin as she whined around him, closing her eyes.

“Look at me.” He demanded. She kept her eyes closed. The heavy sting on her cheek afterwards helped her to oblige to his wants. “Look at me, you stupid slut. I love you. Look at me while you’re choking on my cock.”

She opened her eyes to look up into his blue – clouded with lust, hazed over with booze. Could he see her? Could he see the tears welling in her rich brown hues and falling onto her cheeks.

“Cumming …” he groaned, gripping onto her hair as he buried himself more deeply into her warm throat, spurting deeply into it. He sighed heavily, pulling out. “Swallow it, bitch. You know I love you right Kari? Swallow it.”

She swallowed.

“Get on all fours for me like a good girl ...”

-End Dream.-

“Kari? Kari, wake up sweetie.”

She opened her eyes, breathing heavily. Her body was tangled in the sheets, unable to let her move. “Please don’t hurt me …” she whispered in a soft sob, squeezing her eyes shut once more. She felt his body tense, his steady breathing for a few moments before he slipped out of bed, going into the restroom and closing the door, locking himself within. Was he giving her space? She relaxed her sweaty body, brushing strands of sticky hair out of her eyes and allowing herself to breathe normally once more. She disentangled herself from the messy sheets, climbing off of the bed and making her way into the kitchen. She opened the fridge, welcoming the cool air that blasted in her face. She reached for a bottle of cold water, pressing it against her forehead and sighing at the relief of the cool bottle on her feverish skin. She rummaged through the pantry, pulling out a bottle of Tylenol and taking out two pills, popping them into her mouth and swallowing them down with the water quickly. She took the bottle into her room, finding Michael laying on the bed, waiting for her.

“Kari … tell me what happened that night. Please.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Kari … I have to know. I want to know what I did to you to make you even dream of it so horribly.”

“You raped me. That’s all there is to it.”

“Stop lying!”

She flinched a bit at the anger that sparked in his voice. “I … you … you forced me onto my knees and shoved your dick down my throat, fucked my mouth until you came. Then you forced me onto all fours and …” she felt her breath hitch in her throat, tears already spilling down her cheeks without her realizing they were threatening to come. She wiped them away hastily. His knuckles were white from gripping the sheets as he listened to her, face half shaded by the shadows. “Go on …” he whispered softly, urging her to continue.

“… you forced your way into my ass … and came there too. I’m still sore from it …” she whispered softly, eyes looking down at the ground.

Michael turned his head away from her, staring blankly at the television screen, his reflection distorted and staring back at himself. Finally, he spoke. “Kari … baby, I’m so sorry. I never meant to … I’ll never ever do it again. Never. No more drinking for me, okay baby?” he asked softly, shoulders trembling slightly as he looked down at his hands, turning his face away to hide the drops of tears the spilled onto his hands and the sheets.

She breathed heavily, wiping away her own tears and stepping over to him, climbing onto her bed and wrapping her arms around him, holding on tightly. “We’ll get through this together.” She whispered softly.

She knew they’d be fine. They always were.

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The End?

A/N: This is my first fic in years, so please don’t be too harsh with me. Please review and tell me what you think. I’m open to any improvements. Thanks for reading.

-Neeperdoo