"Maybe It's Murder" part 2

I had never feared for my life before now. In this moment I was sure I was in for it good. I had gone as far as I could go with my back against the kitchen wall. He was merely inches, centimeters away, closing in. I could smell the stench of his beer breath as he leaned in to kiss me. I turned my face so he caught the side of my neck. He seemed pleased with that. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me closer into him. He held on so tight I was already starting to bruise under his massive, strong hands. "You're hurting me." I managed to say, but he paid no attention. He started tearing at my shirt until it came off. I was left standing bare chested and in a pair of pajama shorts. There was no use in saying no. Or stop. He was beyond reasoning. He was so drunk I was sure he was seeing at least 3 of me. He struggled a little trying to pick me up. I was afraid he was going to drop me down the stairs on the way to my bedroom and break my neck before he even got a chance to rape me. But we reached my bedroom and he laid me down on the bed. That's when fear left me. At least it was Steven and not some nasty old pervert off the street. It was my boyfriend who, up until the last few days, had been loving and kind. If I was going to be raped I'd much more rather it be by him than some creep I didn't even know. It didnt excuse him for what he was doing, but I felt safer knowing it was him. I wasn't going to die from this. Hell, I might even enjoy it.

As soon as I came to terms with it, Steven had passed out. He hadn't even gotten his pants all the way off before he fell over fast asleep, sprawled out, half naked on my bed. At least he hadn't thrown up, I thought, And I was still a virgin! I wasn't going to be raped! The only thing I worried about now was how I was going to handle him when he woke up, and how he would react. Would he even remember what happened? Should I tell him if he didn't? Should I break up with him? I knew he was under a lot of pressure being the star on the football team. I'm sure all of his buddies gave him a hard time for me not giving it up. I mean we had been together since my sophmore year. He didnt even start getting serious about sex until he became a senior. And he was flat out wasted. I don't think he had ever been this drunk before. I decided I would let this one go. He passed out, so no harm done. My arms hadn't even bruised too bad. I loved him and I would tell him about it in the morning. I fell asleep curled up at the edge of the bed, in the little space that he left me, with a pillow over my ears trying to drown out his incessant snoring.

He woke me up at 1 in the afternoon. I hadn't slept very well, or had been asleep very long. I was tired and groggy, but I bet I felt better than Steven. "My head is killing me." He said holding his palm to his head. "What happened? How did I get here."
"You don't remember?" I said rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"Last thing I remember is being mad at you and taking a bunch of shots of tequila and doing a keg stand over at Matt's party. After that I've got no clue what happened. Where's my car? I didnt fuck up my car did I?"

I shook my head at him. Of course he would be worried about his car. "No. Your car is fine, but you nearly drove it into my living room." I scolded. "It's parked outside." He ran to the window to see his baby. He let out a sigh of relief. "Thank God."
"You really do love that car. I'm glad nothing happened to it. Or to you. You were pretty fucked up last night."

"Yea, I can't believe I drank so much. Man, I am never doing that again. and look I'm sorry I got upset with you, and tried making you do anything you didn't want to do. I'll take it easy from now on. I should respect you and your decisions. I love you." He kissed me and told me to go back to sleep, he was going to head on home. I agreed and kissed him back. "I love you too, Steven. Call me later."

I decided I wouldn't tell him what he didn't need to know. No harm, no foul. He was back to his sweet old self again.

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