She hummed a joyful tune as she flushed the toilet and closed her jeans. She wasn't drunk out of her mind, far from, but she was tipsy and in a good mood. How could she not be? Her man was back home and they were partying with his friends. Some of them she also considered her friends, like Dean and Roman since they automatically was a package deal when she got together with Seth. Currently they were partying at Dean's house.
She moved to the sink to wash her hands and then moved to unlock the door and leave the bathroom. She never got out of the bathroom. She was pushed back with force and the door slammed and locked before she got a chance to look up and see who was actually in front of her.
"Baron?" She asked nervously.
She hadn't talked much with him even though they had met many times before. He was always the silent type, just staring at her and that always made her feel nervous around him. The second she saw him towering above her in the bathroom, she knew that everything she had felt previously when he was around was true. Her mind hadn't betrayed her when it constantly told her to be aware of this man.
"We should go out to the others," she tried.
"You're not leaving," he said darkly.
His eyes almost seemed black and for a second she forgot how to breathe. She knew she needed to get out and without thinking she launched forward, trying to get past him, but he grabbed her and pushed her front first into the sink, momentarily knocking the air out of her. Before she could breathe and use her voice again, he was behind her, trapping her between him and the sink while his hands tried opening her jeans.
"No! Stop!" She shouted.
He clamped a hand over her mouth but he couldn't open her jeans with one hand only and she started struggling even more. Instead he slammed his fist into the mirror and shattered it. She tried pushing back against him to avoid being hit by the glass shards as they fell down into the sink. He reached for a piece and the second she felt the sharp glass against her throat, she stopped struggling.
"You wanna get out of this alive?" He asked warningly.
She nodded slightly, too afraid to move too much with the piece of glass threatening to go through her skin.
"Then shut up and drop your pants!" He growled.
The tears spilled down her face as she moved her hands to her jeans and opened them. She pushed them down her thighs and finally he removed his hand from her mouth and took a step backwards. He grabbed her arms and yanked her across the floor until she found herself bent over the edge of the bathtub. With one hand he ripped the thong off her and threw it on the floor. She heard the zipper from his pants and then the awful pain of him forcing himself inside her.
"You dirty little slut!" He growled. "I always knew you were only good for fucking. About time you gave me some of what Seth always gets."
He pulled her shirt up and she felt the piece of glass slice over her back. How she wanted to scream in pain but she held it in out of fear of him slicing her throat instead. He sliced her back three times before he started breathing faster. One final thrust and he pulled out of her just as fast as he had entered. She slid down on her knees, still with her arms hanging over the bathtub while she heard him fix his pants.
"Get your shit together and dry your face. You look fucking pathetic," he said mockingly.
She didn't look at him or respond. She just waited till she heard him unlock the door and leave the room before she finally managed to pull herself up to stand. She felt his semen run down her legs and it only made the tears start again. She couldn't deal with it right now so she just yanked her jeans up and closed them before silently making her way through the house out to the hallway where she started putting her sneakers on.
"You're going home?" Roman asked.
She looked up and saw him standing in the doorway with a beer in his hand.
"Shit, Fay, are you alright?" He quickly walked towards her.
"I'm fine," she faked a smile. "Just a little too drunk and not feeling well. Tell Seth I went home but that he should stay and have fun."
"Have you been crying?" He asked.
"Just drunk, Roman!" She snapped.
Before he could question her further, Dean's voice roared through the house, making them both look towards the doorway.
"Come on, guys, who the fuck broke my mirror?" A small pause before he shouted again. "And whoever you are, miss yellow thong, you forgot to clean up after yourself! At least let me join in next time!"
Roman turned back around with a chuckle, ready to let out a silly joke about Dean being horny, but all he saw was Fay disappearing quickly out of the front door. He shrugged and went back to the livingroom and sat down next to Seth.
"Fay left," he said.
"What?" Seth asked.
"She said she was too drunk but that I should tell you to stay and have fun but I think you should go home," Roman said.
"Why?" Seth asked.
"She looked like she had been crying," Roman answered.
Seth hurried home. He never liked it when Fay was sad, no matter if it was his fault or not. She was the love of his life and he just wanted her to be happy whenever he was home from the road. He heard the shower running and he walked into the bathroom without knocking like he usually did. He found her sitting down, all curled up, while the water was turned up to max heet and just running down on her.
"Fay, baby, what's wrong?" He asked worried.
He turned off the water and wrapped his arms around her wet body but she pulled away from him.
"Baby?" He asked.
"Nothing's wrong. I'm just not feeling good," she lied.
He sighed and reached for a towel. As he moved forward to help her dry, she snatched the towel from his hands and pushed herself up to stand. As much as she longed for his touch, she just couldn't deal with him touching her right in that moment. She turned her back against him and started drying herself.
"What happened?" He asked shocked.
For a moment she had completely forgotten about Baron slicing her back as well and Seth was now staring at the three long cuts.
"I fell into a bush out in the garden," she lied.
"Is that why you were crying?" He asked.
"Roman told you," she sighed.
"Of course he did. He thought something was wrong," he said.
"Nothing's wrong. Go back to the party. I'm just drunk and sore and I just wanna sleep," she said.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked.
"Damn it, Seth, I'm fine!" She sneered. "Stop harassing me!"
"Wow, easy there, baby," he held up his hands.
She sighed and dropped the towel. She moved past him, trying to get away from him. She knew she wasn't treating him right. It wasn't his fault. Instead she should tell him what happened but she couldn't. The words refused to form in any way. He didn't need to worry about this. She just needed a few days to get her head back on straight and they could move on like nothing had ever happened.
"I'll sleep in the guest room," she said.
"Okay, stop! Talk to me!" He demanded.
"I'm just not feeling too good. I think I'm coming down with something and I don't wanna infect you when you're going back on the road tomorrow," she said.