There was a loud banging on her door that woke her up. She fumbled for her phone on the nightstand to see that it was only 4.30 in the morning. The knocking continued and she wondered if something might have happened to her dad. She hurried out of the bed and hit the lightswitch on her way to the door. She had hardly cracked the door open before Dean pushed his way inside and slammed it shut behind him.
"I've been out all night trying to get my head straight and I just can't. I just fucking can't. Do you have any idea how annoying that is?" He said angrily.
She backed up but he just followed her movements.
"Please, Dean, you're drunk. Why don't you go sleep it off and we'll talk in the morning?" She tried.
"No, that's just it. I'm not drunk. I had every intention of being so fucking drunk that I wouldn't remember your name, fangirl, but I couldn't even get through the first fucking beer because I knew I would find myself right back here in your room if I started drinking," he said.
"But you're still here," she said.
"Not my first choice, believe me," he snorted.
He started pacing the floor in front of her before stopping again, his eyes once again staring a hole into her.
"So I found this girl. Holy shit, she was hot!" He said.
"Why are you telling me this?" She asked.
"I took her back to my room and she went to town on my dick right away as if she was trying to suck it right off me," he said.
"Dean, please stop," she said.
"And what happened? Nothing! No matter how much she tried, my dick wouldn't get hard," he said.
"I'm sorry," she didn't know what else to say in the situation.
"You better be! It's your fucking fault!" He sneered.
"How...?" She started.
She let out a little whimper as he grabbed her shoulders and backed her up against the wall. He was standing so close, anger and frustration clearly showing on his face.
"God damn it, fangirl, you've been inside my head since day 1 and you don't act like other women. You don't fall all over us. And when a woman doesn't want me, I just fucking break her. So I set out to break you too but I can't. I just fucking can't. Why won't you leave my mind?" He asked.
He pointed furiously at his temple as he spoke the last words and then that cold stare again. She tried pressing herself further up against the wall but there was no escaping him.
"What do you want from me?" She fought to keep the tears within.
"I want you out of my head!" He snarled.
He grabbed her head with both hands and crashed his lips down on hers, pushing her up against the wall with his body. When he broke the kiss, he hardly moved his lips away from hers when he started speaking again.
"I wanna hear you say that you want me too. I wanna hear it so badly. But that'll never happen," he said lowly, almost sounding broken. "And I want you to tell me what the fuck is up with you and your old gang."
She tried to put her hands on his chest and push him away. He had no right. He grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms against the wall, not moving away one step as he continued to stare at her.
"Time's up, fangirl. Tell me," he said.
"Dean..." She whispered.
"Tell me!" He demanded.
She closed her eyes and turned her head to the side as the memory came back to her mind. She had never told anyone what happened the day before she left Randy. She never wanted anyone to know.
It was just another night of them all being together. "The gang" as Randy always called them. Him, Alberto and Sheamus. They had been friends for a long time. Up until that night she hadn't minded Sheamus coming around but she never liked Alberto.
It was just another night of drinking like they often did. She had been in the bathroom and when she came back, all three of them seemed to give her weird looks. She didn't think much about it as she walked back to the couch where she had been seated all evening. Before she could sit down, Sheamus grabbed her and pulled her down on his lap.
"Sheamus!" She laughed.
"Aw, come on!" He laughed back.
His arms went around her stomach, pulled her up against him, and suddenly his lips found her neck and started kissing it. The fun was immetiately sucked out of her and she tried to pull his hands apart but he just held on tighter.
"Just relax," he said.
"We're just gonna have some fun," Alberto said next to them.
She felt Alberto's hand land on her thigh and push its way up under her short skirt. Across the room Randy was standing, smirking like a creep, and she knew he wasn't coming to help her. She used all her strength and pushed herself out of Sheamus' grip.
"Stop it!" She hissed as she stumbled forward.
She looked at Randy again and he looked anything but pleased. How could he not stand up for her? He was supposed to be her man. She shook her head in disbelief as she turned around to walk out of the room. He grabbed her arm, his fingers digging hard into her flesh as he spun her around and bowed his head down to hers.
"Don't fucking embarrass me!" He growled lowly.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Her voice was anything but low.
"Don't test me, Maisie!" He raised his voice too.
His fingers dug in even deeper into her arm while his other hand grabbed her hair. She yelped as he yanked her head back with force. He looked down at her with loathing in his eyes.
"They're my boys and if I want you to fuck them, you're gonna fuck them. We don't actually need you to agree on that. We can just do it the hard way but if you know what's good for you, you're gonna say yes," he threatened. "Am I making myself clear?"
"Yes," she whispered.
He twisted a smile and let go off her hair.
"So what do you say? Are you up for a night of fun?" He asked as if she actually had a choice.
She couldn't say the word. She couldn't get it over her lips and actually say it so she just nodded. That was enough for them.
"She said yes, boys," Randy laughed.
"You're gonna get so much dick that you can't walk for a week," Alberto said.
When she opened her eyes again, Dean seemed even more angry than before. Why had he made her tell that story? It was in the past. She never wanted to go back and relive it and he had just made her.
"Bastard!" He finally said something.
"I said yes," she said.
"Oh yeah, like you did with me?" He spat. "That was not saying yes or even agreeing. I might have been drunk and not knowing completely what I did but they knew, Maisie. Randy fucking knew and he took pleasure from it."
"I gave my permission," she said.
She screeched in fear as his fist went into the wall right next to her face.
"You gave no such thing," his tone was so low and dark. "And to think I did the same."
He backed away from her, his eyes so full of remorse. It seemed as if they were starting to get wet but before she could tell for sure, he suddenly strode fast towards the door and left the room. The second she heard the door slam, she fell to the floor, sobbing like never before. All the tears, the pain and the hurt from two years ago finally came out and she was alone. No one was there to comfort her and pick her back up.