Disclaimer: I don't own Misfits, obviously. Otherwise I would write myself in the show, so I can be snogging Robert senseless instead of typing this idiotic message.
A/N: My second AS story, please review!
Simon looked around the bartable at the four people he was now calling his 'friends'. Considering his past relationships with other people, this one he shared with not one but four people made him feel honorable. He was worth someone's time. Someone took notice and made sure he was there. He was new to this feeling of belonging but he wasn't complaining. He'd never felt better. He looked around the table to catch Alisha's eyes before she focussed on her beer again. Four. He counted in his head. Why was she watching him so closely? "What's your plan?" Nathan asked Simon. He looked up, startled by the sudden interest. "Uhm..." He mumbled, searching his mind for an answer. "Work." He finished. "Do you have work?" Curtis asked curious. Simon nodded. He was planning on working with his Uncle Nic, a mindnumbing job of typing in numbers and filing. It was paid worked, so better than what Nathan would be up to. Which consisted of nothing. Preferable all day. "I think I can stretch my time at the community centre for just a few more months, maybe earn some cash and getting myself a place." Kelly was watching him, smiling. "I need to pee." Alisha stated. She shot Kelly a look who didn't respond. With a sigh she got up and made her way towards the loo. Nobody even noticed the guy who followed her in quickly shooting glances over his shoulder.
Alisha heard the door open, secretly wishing Kelly had followed her in here. "Kelly?" She shouted through the door. No answer. She flushed and walked out, immediatly greeted by an all too familiar figure. "New friends Ali?" Her heart started racing. How had she missed him? She rolled her eyes as a defence mechanism and tried to pass him. "No, no." He chuckled. She felt trapped. "What?" She said fiercely, at least she hoped it was fierce. Denny wasn't the type of guy you wanted hoovering above you if you had her shitty power. She should have known ditching him and telling on him would have its consequences one day. She just prayed they held him long enough so he'd almost forgotten about her part of his conviction. Lost hope. "You know what Bailey! Nobody treats me like that. As my girlfriend, you should've known better." He moved closer while Alisha moved back. "We were never together prick." He threw his head in his neck laughing, only a moment, but Alisha took her chance and slipped by him. Just as the door was geting closer, he grabbed her arm and her worst nightmare came true.
As soon as his skin stopped touching hers, his eyes went back to normal. He shifted back, trying to get a hold of the situation. "What..." He saw her state of undress and the heat escaped to his cheeks. Alisha closed her eyes to erase the memory, but she felt his hands everywhere. Everything everywhere... She kept her eyes closed until she heard the door close behind Denny, then she pulled her panties up and lifted herself from the cold floor. Now standing in front of the mirror, she saw her own tears streaming down. She had pleaded him to stop, tried to push him off but she was too little... Not strong enough... She didn't even notice she was descending until she felt the wall against her back. She burried her face in her hands, waiting for nothing. What could she do? She wouldn't go out there now, not wanting to see the others in this state.
Simon said goodbye to Curtis, who had to be home before eleven. He hadn't seen Alisha for a while, he presumed she had gone home too. It was Kelly who asked his question aloud. "Where's Alisha hangin' out?" Nathan shrugged, answering,. "Maybe she got lucky!" He winked at his companions, Kelly smiled back but Simon couldn't force a smile. Something felt odd.
She didn't even feel the tears anymore. Like when you're showering and the waterdrops have become part of your skin. It was a numb feeling. Her whole body had been aching but it had stopped a while ago. She couldn't remember how long she'd been sitting there. But the pain in her bloodshot eyes told her it had been some time. She wasn't able to stop the tears from falling though, even if she would want to try. Even now, when the tears had wet her entire face, she couldn't bring herself to care. She just let them fall, one quickly followed by the other. Her emotions were causing her throat to close up, making it harder and harder to breathe properly. Or think of anything other than what happened, for that matter. She just kept crying. But it didn't matter,
because she didn't even feel the tears anymore.
It was the noise of the door opening that made her finally look up. Simon rushed by her side, noticing something was wrong. "Alisha? What happened?" She didn't answer him, just kept wiping away mascara and leftover tears. His eyes searched her body and through little details he picked up on the situation. "Who touched you?" He said, clenching his jaw. She rolled her head to the right, then back forward, looking at her own hands in her lap. "Alisha, answer me!" He got up and grabbed some toilet paper. Kneeling beside her once again, he lifted her face up with his hand, using the paper to make sure he didn't touch her skin. She didn't look in his eyes for a long second, until she couldn't deny herself to look up and meet his gaze. His eyes were full of questions and anger. They looked stormy and comforting at the same time. She sighed and closed her eyes again.
"Denny Ortegno." Then she fell forward, resting her forehead on his chest.