Warnings: Uhm, adult themes, but nothing graphic.
Challenge: Gateship Wednesday Shorts for "Jolinar's Memories" (300 words)
You wake up to find him in your bed. Panic and anger battle for control as you shy away from his unwanted touch. Glazed eyes and a lazy smile tell you that he's had too much to drink. Instinct dictates that you reason with him, but deep down you know it's futile.
His hands are all over you now, restraining, groping. You struggle, but it's no use; he overpowers you easily. In a fair fight, you'd have a good chance of kicking his ass. Likely that's why he waited until you were asleep in the safety of your own home to assault you. You should have known he wouldn't take the break-up so well; should have prepared. He pins you beneath him and you bite back a scream, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Revulsion sweeps through you as his hand slides up your thigh. Panic takes over, adrenaline giving you the strength to shove Bynarr to the floor and dial 911 while simultaneously pulling the Beretta from your nightstand drawer. You stare at the man picking himself up off of your bedroom floor. Bynarr…not Jonas. Then the world dissolves into fragmented images of Jonas Hanson and Bynarr…and you find it impossible to distinguish between the man who almost raped you in your own home and the man who only ever touched you in memories that are not your own.
The nausea overwhelms you as you struggle to kick away the sheets tangled about your legs. You topple from the bed, still restrained by the bedding, and empty the contents of your stomach on the floor. When you finally rise from the floor and move to clean up the mess, you wonder if any of your memories are safe from blending together with Jolinar's to haunt your subconscious mind.