Chapter Ten: Blood-Red, White, And Blue

A new problem
We can't stop them
We're outnumbered and uncautioned
A rally cry rings out into the night

Emma

My head is pounding. It hurts so bad and I'm not sure why. I opened my eyes and realized that I was in the living room on the pull-out. How did I get here? Oh my god. I got drunk last night. So this is what a hangover feels likes. Rubbing my eyes, I sat up, and realized two things. I was not alone, and I was completely naked. I looked over at Jay who was fast asleep. I shook him hard, waking him up.

"Jay!" I said in a loud whisper.

"What is it Emma?" he asked me, sounding annoyed.

"Did we do anything last night?" I asked him. Please let him say no.

"Of course not," he said sleepily. He rolled over a little and was facing me more, but still had his eyes closed. For some reason, I didn't believe him. Maybe it was because of the pain I felt between my legs.

"Then why does it hurt so much…down there?" I asked him. His eyes popped open and he grinned.

"You're telling me that after having a baby…and everything else…sex still hurts you?" he asked. I smacked him on his chest.

"You're such an ass. Why did you lie?" I yelled.

"I forgot. I'm tired, and I have a hangover. Leave me alone," he groaned.

"Jay…did we use a condom?" I whispered, trying not to cry. How could I do that to Oliver? If he ever wakes up, he's bound to hate me.

"Probably not." He smiled at me, that little jerk. I got up, pulling the blanket with me and wrapping it around me, leaving Jay exposed. "Can you at least hand me my boxers?" he asked. I picked them up and threw them at his head. He smirked and slipped them on, sitting up all the way. "Got any aspirin?"

I walked into the kitchen and saw the bottle of vodka on the counter. At least a third of it was missing, maybe more. At least we were both drunk. I should hope that Jay would never get me drunk on purpose, but I'd never really know for sure. I heard him walk into the kitchen behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me on the neck.

"Get off of me!" I yelled, shoving him away.

"You know you liked it," he whispered in my ear, pulling me close again.

"Get out!" I yelled.

"Okay, okay. But thanks for the good time." He smirked again, grabbed the bottle of vodka, and left the room. I waited until I heard the door open and close.

I walked into my bedroom, put some clothes on, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Why did I do that? I'm such an idiot.

Sean

"Good morning," I said to Brooklyn. We had fallen asleep on Jay's couch after a night of great sex. She smiled and kissed me hard.

But, of course, Jay had to ruin our moment.

"You can get out now," he said.

"Fine, let's go," I said to Brooklyn.

"Actually, I was talking to her," Jay said, pointing. "I wanted to talk to you."

I glanced over at Brooklyn and she just shrugged.

"Call me later," she said, getting up and slipping her shoes on. She walked by Jay and patted him on the shoulder. "Nice seeing you too," she said, smirking. "You might want to wash your sheets before you go to sleep tonight." I laughed when I saw the look on Jay's face. As soon as she was out the door, he got mad.

"You better not have fucked on my bed, or I'll kill you," he said.

"Wouldn't you like to know," I said, laughing.

"You know what? I don't really care. You can't ruin my good mood. I had a great night last night," he said, smirking.

"So you actually got laid?" I asked. I figured I'd just humor him. I didn't really care what he did.

Emma

I felt a little bad for Jay. I just yelled at him and kicked him out. It wasn't really his fault. We got drunk and had sex. He supplied the alcohol, but I did choose to drink it when I didn't have to. What was I thinking?

I better go apologize to him anyway. I walked into the living room and saw the couch. Without trying to think about it, I pulled the blanket and sheet off, bunching them together and tossing them onto the floor. I pushed the bed back into the couch, and put the cushions back on it.

After that, I carefully took Danica out of her crib, trying not to wake her up. I left the apartment and walked down to the other end of the hall. I raised my hand to knock, but stopped when I heard Jay yelling. For a minute, I thought that he was fighting with someone, but he sounded happy. I pressed my ear to the door and listened.

"Of course I got laid! That was my goal!" he yelled. I rolled my eyes. Then I heard Sean talking.

"So…who was it?" he asked.

"That's not important for you…which means it's none of your business," Jay said. I smiled at that. At least he wasn't bragging to Sean about sleeping with me. "But, she was drunk," he added.

"And by 'she was drunk,' you do mean that both of you were drunk, right?" Sean asked. Of course, I thought to myself.

"Hah! Nope, I wasn't drunk," I heard him say. My heart started pounding in my chest. What?

"You got a girl drunk and then slept with her?" Sean asked, raising his voice.

"It's no big deal. Look, it would have happened whether I was drunk or not. I just wanted to be able to remember it in the morning." Please let him yell that he's kidding. He can't be serious. If he wasn't drunk, then that means that…

"You raped her!" Sean yelled.

"Dude, what are you talking about? It was completely consensual on both sides."

"Jay, if she was drunk and you weren't, then you raped her. She didn't know what she was doing. I can't believe you'd do that!" he yelled.

What did you have to say?
Give me your logic
Your definition
The words you twist to justify your position
Of mass starvation and blind air strikes
Every problem is solved with a fight

And I couldn't believe it either. Jay raped me. Here I was, about to apologize for yelling at someone who just raped me. He knew what he was doing. Tears spilled out of my eyes, and I couldn't stop them. I felt like I was going to stop breathing. I thought he cared about me more than this. He used me for his own pleasure. I leaned against the wall next to the door. I couldn't move. I thought I was going to slide down to the floor, but then the apartment door opened and closed. I didn't look, but I knew who it was.

"Emma?" Sean asked. He saw me crying and then I think he figured it out. " Oh Emma…" he whispered, reaching out to put a hand on my shoulder.

I didn't know what to do. So I turned and ran. Danica woke up and started crying. We cried together as I ran into my apartment and slammed the door. He raped me.

So come test me
So come break me
So come on intoxicate me
With hands tied behind my back I fight
And wait for you to strike

A/N: I know, I know, short chapter. But Emma just needed to realize what happened. The song is "Blood-Red, White, And Blue" by Rise Against and they own it. R&R! This took place on Wednesday, November 1st.