The next morning, I didn't dare look Kane in the face and every time I did, my cheeks burned with embarrassment. I have to forget about that damn dream. I thought, leaning against the counter. I filled a cup with cold water and chugged it down. A small stream flowed down my chin, neck and to the valley of my breasts. I gasped for air and wiped my chin. Before I had a chance to wipe the stray water that dripped down to my chest, a hand gripped my wrist. I looked over my shoulder quickly in surprise to see Kane standing there. His eyes were half lidded and glazed. I slowly turned fully around to him and gulped "Kane? Is everything okay?" "You smell…intoxicating." he growled, his hand tightening. I whimpered "Kane, you're….you're hurting me." I felt the heat rise in my entire body, but mostly between my legs. At that moment, his nostrils flared as he sucked in a deep breath then growled again. He looked me up and down before leaning closer, still taking deep breaths. My body reacted faster than my mind. I closed my eyes tight and slapped him across the face.
It was agonizingly silent. All I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears. Was he going to hit me back? Was he going to try and rape me like Billy? I wouldn't be able to handle it if he did.
I peeked open my eye and was surprised at the disgusted look he gave me. His grip loosened around my wrist as he slowly stepped back. "Kane," I whimpered, reaching out curiously. He shook his head and muttered "I'm so sorry." before retreating up the stairs. I heard a door slam shut and was left dumbfounded, standing in the kitchen. What the hell had just happened? My mind screamed. I rubbed my arms and sank onto the floor, staring into nothing as thoughts railed through my mind. I don't think I'll be able to stay sane like this…