Trigger Warning: This chapter contains graphic description of Katie having sex with a drunk Drew. It is written from Drew's point of view, so when reading it from his point of view you would feel like Drew. If you successfully put yourself in Drew's position, you would feel like a victim. If this bothers you, I would suggest skipping this chapter.

This chapter is to observe Drew's thought process as it happens. As such, it is not meant to be sexually arousing, nor is it written as a porn chapter. It is primarily in Drew's head as things happen to him.

The italicized portion is vivid flash back to the event that Drew has. The rest is present day.

Culpability II

Drew flopped down in bed and crawled under his sheets seeking protection from the outside world. His head was throbbing and he couldn't think. The only thing that crossed through his mind was the nightmare which he relived anew as he fell into darkness.

His room. His room. He had to get to his room. He didn't know why, but he had to get to his room. He downed his drink as he pushed the door open and saw Katie. Oh. Katie. That was why he was here. He had to talk with her. Break up with her or something.

"Look, if you're drunk," Katie began hesitantly before Drew interrupted her.

"Nah, I just had a beer trophy and..." he said lifting up his cup, before going for a sip. It was empty and he placed it on his chest of drawers. He hesitated as he closed the door behind him. He knew it was a bad idea, but he couldn't remember why. He approached his bed where Katie sat and joined her. He was quiet for a moment. It was a moment he dreaded.

"I lied about Courtney," he began. "So you'd break up with me. I wasn't happy."

"Yeah," Katie apologized. "I'm not surprised. I was awful to you before the break. I mean if I were you, I would end things with me too."

"You're being so cool about this," Drew said in monotone. He was happy, but the alcohol was taking effect. He couldn't feel much anymore. His tongue felt heavy, he was tired, and just wanted to fall back onto his bed and sleep.

"Look, you've made this decision to break up with me on your own, in your own head. We never discussed it. We've been through way too much for you to make this big decision alone," Katie spoke with hope.

Drew managed as much of a smile as he could. "Last year was pretty crazy, huh?"

"Crazy is an understatement," Katie agreed.

"You know... I might be dead right now if it weren't for you."

"You said it yourself. We need each other," Katie said as she inched closer to him. "Next time you're thinking something... just talk to me. Okay? Because... there is no problem that Katie Matlin can't fix."

She was closer now, and he couldn't stop himself as her lips approached his. With eyes closed his lips met hers. They kissed and kissed, and Drew enjoyed it as his hand brushed over her breast and fingers stroked her neck. "B..." he moaned, and opened his eyes to not be met with the ones he expected. No, this was Katie, not Bianca. He pulled away but then Katie pulled him back and he couldn't muster the energy to stop her. Then he was on his back as Katie straddled him.

The voices in his head were at war as he realized what was happening. One raged to let it happen as Katie stroked his already hard cock through his pants, while the other screamed "no. no, no, no."

"No," he muttered out loud, as Katie's hand slipped beneath his waistband.

Katie smirked as she looked back up at him. "I promise Drew, I don't mind. I want to do this. Let me give you this, what we never did before. I promise, we'll do this as much as you want to for now on. I didn't know how much I needed you until now."

Drew's breath hitched and one of her hands wrapped around his dick while the other loosened his pants. He moaned and the word 'yes' slipped out.

Katie smiled. "I knew you wanted this." And then she was quiet as her lips surrounded his penis and he couldn't speak as the pleasure overtook him.

Seconds or years passed, he was unsure as she came back up to plant a kiss on his lips. "Did you like that?" she breathed in his ear.

"No," he muttered, his alcohol raddled brain not knowing any other way to end this.

Katie frowned. "I can do more. I need you." She was silent for a moment, and he vaguely saw her removing her clothes. "You like me, don't you Drew?"

He couldn't answer, could barely keep his eyes open now. He barely felt like he was in his own body. He shuddered as Katie's hand returned to his dick. "I found a condom in your wallet, you naughty little boy," she teased as she ripped it open and rolled it onto his penis.

"Stop," he said under his breath.

Katie laughed. "I already told you Drew, I'm fine with this. Don't worry about me."

"No, no, no," he hissed under his breath when he felt himself enter Katie as she lowered herself on him. "Stop. Just listen to me," he said, but he wasn't sure if the words actually left his mouth. He was so tired. The room was spinning, he couldn't breathe, he felt like he was flying and whatever Katie was doing to him was undeniably pleasurable.

"You like me, I know you do Drew," Katie cooed and her lips halted his near-silent pleas to stop. He mewled in response. He couldn't stop this. He couldn't even say the words to stop, not that she would listen.

She smiled and raked her fingers down his chest. He shuddered at the contact. The pleasure of it all made him sick. He wanted so badly just to pass out and forget it all.

"Oh, Drew!" he heard her cry as her pace quickened, breaking him from his drowsiness. It felt good, so good but he didn't want it. It didn't stop him from bucking into her as she drove him to an orgasm, followed soon by hers.

She collapsed onto him as she finished, lips meeting his in her post-orgasm bliss. He felt nothing as he laid there. He felt dead, he was floating, and he wasn't in his body at all as his eyes began to close.

"Guess you were tired," she said, as she put her clothes back on. She gave him another peck on the lips as she adjusted Drew's body to get him under his blanket. "I should get home, I told my parents I just wanted to talk. I can't let them get suspicious now. Especially since we're going to be doing this a lot more." Another kiss, then she left.

He laid there for half an hour in a daze. He wasn't sure if he ever fell asleep or not, but it didn't matter. He had to go back to the party. He felt different, but could not place why. And he had no idea why his pants were down at his knees or how he got under his bed covers. He stood to shaky legs and found he was wearing a condom - a used one at that. He tossed it into the trashcan by his bed and shambled to the door. Thoughts of how the condom got used filled his mind. Whatever had happened with Katie was more than a bad dream. The thought the he could forget his first time if it were with Bianca made him feel sick.

I had sex. I had sex with Katie. The thought filled his mind as he felt his way around his house to find the door to the basement. He could barely stand, and the thought of going down stairs filled him with dread but he did it anyway.

A crowd. There was a crowd of people in his basement. Oh, yeah, there was a party. A fun party. He saw Dallas at the foot of the stairs who gave him a grin. "I did it," Drew spoke to no one in particular. And then he fell down the stairs.

Drew's head was still throbbing as he danced around consciousness in bed the next afternoon. The dull ache hadn't subsided at all ever since he left school that morning. Had never really ceased since he fell down the stairs he was starting to realize. He felt miserable. He was hot, sweaty and the sheets around him felt more confining than comforting. His head felt like it was about to burst and he just wanted to let it happen to end it all.

A fresh, fiery explosion of pain burst through his head as his mother turned on the light to his room. He squeezed his eyes shut like shutters of steel to block out as much as he could as he whimpered in defeat.

"Why are you not at school? It's the second day. You are not staying home from school due to a hangover," his mother, Audra, stated as she entered the room. "Wake up."

He turned away from her, away from the light, and was too tired to cry. He just wanted to withdraw from everything and let the black hole in his head take over.

"Drew, are you okay?" his mother's tone changed as she spoke, noticing something was wrong. She approached his bed to put a hand on his head. Drew jerked in response. "No fever," she muttered under her breath. "Drew?" Silence. "Drew, answer me?"

She turned Drew on his side and his eyes fluttered open. "Tell me what's wrong, Drew?"

"I don't know," Drew said in a confused voice before it shifted. "No. Stop. Don't touch me," he spoke in monotone as he shrugged his mom's hand off of him backed into his headboard.

"Drew, Drew!" his mother exclaimed, holding him still before he could flail from whatever haunted him. "The gangs aren't here. You're safe."

"My head," Drew cried. "It hurts. It hurts so badly. It's more than a hangover."

"Shh, shh, calm down Drew," his mother said. "I'm going to call an ambulance. Have you hit your head recently? When you were in the hospital after the gang attacked you they warned me you might be more susceptible to head injuries." She was already calling the police with her phone.

"I don't know. I know don't anything. I can't do anything," Drew bemoaned in bed before he let the darkness take him.

A/N: Well, I hope you found the chapter to be a proper way of handling the situation. My goals were to show that Drew didn't want it to happen, but he was unable to stop it. But also that Katie is not evil. As I said in chapter 1, this story is not black or white. She didn't set out to do evil, and won't even consider what she did rape until Drew makes her aware of it.

To be clear, Katie did rape Drew and while Drew is upset and disgusted, he is aware that she is not an evil person.

It is not uncommon for rapist to not know that what they did is wrong until after the fact so it is important to educate someone about what rape is both so they don't commit, but also to prevent others from doing so. It's easy to forget, but these characters are 17 and mostly virgins. Most adults would not recognize what happened as rape, so I believe it is believable that these characters are confused too. I believe Katie did not know what she did was wrong, but that doesn't make it okay.

Also, I moved the concussion symptoms up slightly in the timeline in order to show that Drew's being worried about what happened between him and Katie has stressed him out to an extreme degree. Also, in Degrassi time, the effects of the concussion happened very late after the fall. It seemed like several days on the show, while in reality you would more than likely show symptoms after 1-2 days tops. True, many of Drew's concussion symptoms were misunderstood by all as alcohol poisoning and he should have gone to the hospital much earlier.

Again, feedback is appreciated.