Chapter 6: Newborn Awakening

Margot's eyes widened as she saw Jim collapse. She felt her mind start to panic as she huddled over him. She shook his arm lightly.

"Jim?"

He didn't budge. Margot began to be concerned about what he had taken and pressed her ear against his chest, looking for a pulse. His chest was warm and comforting and she felt herself wanting to stay in her position forever. However, she quickly snapped out of this, realizing the situation. She heard the calm pace of a heart beat and the sigh of relief fled her mouth.

"He's just drunk."

She bent over and wrapped her arms around him, struggling to lift him. Once she had gotten him off the ground, Margot maneuvered his arms over her shoulders.

She had never tried so hard before. The amount of effort she was putting in to help a person who she was not close with was shocking. What made him so different from everyone else?

She trudged through the border of the hallucinations caused by the drug he had given her, but the weight of his body grounded her to reality. Margot's head began to pound again and her strength started to weaken. She was so close to bringing him home. Home? Margot's apartment isn't his home. Why did she think that?

She felt her eyes start to water as she pushed herself up the steps to her apartment. God, she was so close. Once she had reached her floor, a smile drifted onto Margot's face. She made it. They made it.

She quickly pushed the key and slammed open the door. Margot collapsed onto the mattress, Jim following. His heavy body fell onto her back, and she pushed him off weakly. Her hands pressed against his chest, and she realized just how skinny Jim was. Her hands rubbed his chest, feeling every bone on his rib cage. Her eyes swelled up in tears. Her heart cracked.

"Who did this to you?"

Margot shut her eyes and let the tears flow. The warmth of his chest felt orgasmic against her hand. How badly she wanted to touch him. Yet, he was so small in her arms. No longer did he tower over her, now he was limp and dependent on Margot. She loved it. Her mind combated with each emotion she faced in such intensity. She kept her eyes closed, hoping that her body would calm if she was not stimulated by looking at Jim.

A hand caressed her cheek; the hand's thumb pressing against her lips.

"Sweet angel, let me touch you."

Margot felt her body be flipped over onto the mattress, her back pressed against the bed. He had both his hands wrapped around her wrists. Jim's body suddenly became large again as he shadowed over her. His curls dangled in front of his eyes, staring at her intensely. Her body became weak. She had never felt so small.

A mysterious feeling began to build up in Margot. Her heart pounded in her chest. She was scared. This feeling had come to her in the nights of puberty stricken years while she laid in bed and wished for someone, anyone, to touch her. This was her first time. Her chest tightened and she began to realize she couldn't breathe. Everything was moving so fast.

"You're a virgin. Aren't you?"

Jim whispered huskily in her ear. Her face turned red. How could he tell? Was it because she wasn't talking? How do people act in situations like this? Her eyes widened as he stared back down at her. What was he thinking?

He let go of her wrists and smirked down at her. Margot knew he could tell that she was bothered by his teasing.

"You're so fun to play with."

Jim rolled off of her and fell back asleep, his back facing Margot. Her heart was still beating out of her chest; she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. Why did he do that? Why did he stop? Am I just a toy to him?

She pulled a cigarette out from her pocket and lit it with the few matches she had left. She took in a long drag and sighed.