You woke up the next morning, your head hurt like hell...
What the fuck happened last night?!
You lerch from your bed and run to the bathrrom, slamming the door closed before emptying any contents from your stomach into the toilet.
Sweat dripped from your face, your eyes watering from the hellish feeling. The floor felt cool, and once you were done you laid down belly first onto the tile. Your breathing calmed, but you didn't want to get up, your body feeling so numb.
"How about you give me your SOUL."
Your eyes widen and you groan.
Stupid...
"You better not see anyone else while I'm this interested in you."
Stupid... stupid... stupid
A knock on the door made your heart jump, but your body didn't register it so well on the outside. You laid there, still and glance at the bathroom door.
"(Y/N)? It's Don. I'm coming in." You hear the front door open, you tried internally talking to your body to move... Before Don sees you like this.
Before you break his heart that you replapsed once again.
There was then a knock on the bathroom door, "(Y/N). Already know... Can I come in?"
Your eyes dart over to your outfit, black bra, and underwears...
Guess it's better than being naked...
When you didn't answer the door opened anyways.
Dons head peeked past the door, once he saw you on the floor his face went stricken as he fully opened it, "Geez... You look terrible."
He slowly sautered over to you. He grabbed your arm and put it over his neck, once he lifted you up you groan in agony to your muscles spasming and pulling. Tears started to fall down your face.
Once he had you out of the bathroom, he dragged you to your bed, laying you down softly. His eyes as he went to turn spotted the small baggy Sans left on your nightstand, "What the fuck! Like seriously (Y/N)... Why do you do this to yourself?.."
it helps me not feel...
You kept your dry lips closed. You could feel them wanting to crack if you dared to open them, so you just look away.
He simply grabbed the bag and went into the bathroom, the sound of flushing sounding in your ears.
Take your medicine...
Don walked into your kitchen and opened the fridge. He grabbed a water bottle, and with a simple twist it opened and walked to you, "Drink it. Now."
You willed your arms and took the bottle. Your hands shook heavily to where it splattered on some on your body before reaching your lips. taking slow paced but heavy gulps, some of it spilling past your lips, trailing into your hair, but it felt nice since it was cold.
His phone rang and he dug it out of his pocket and answered it, "Yallow?"
He always had that weird way of answering his phone. Never changed, never will...
"Yeah I found her on the bathroom floor."
He glanced to you.
"Who is it?" Your voice was gravelly but you kept talking anyways,"Don't just talk about me like I'm not here Don."
"Yeah she's awake."
"Don!" You coughed to your exclaimation, your throat wasn't ready for that.
He then offered his phone to you.
You looked up at him, eyes expectant.
"You'll see. Just take the phone ya brat." He shook his hand that held the phone in emphisis.
You roll your eyes and take the phone and put it to your ear, "What thhe fuck you want? I'm not in the mood."
"Well I could imagine after a night like that. Mornin' gorgeous."
You almost pressed END to hearing Sans voice but Don's glare told you otherwise.
"Don't call me that. It's annoying." You sigh and you hear him chuckle.
"Sorry love, Forgot, 'flattery gets me now where'. Anyways, I'm on my way over in a few minutes. Just got to take care of a few things over here."
"Well I don't want to see you. I've had enough of a rollercoaste-"
A womans moan sounded off on the other side of the phone.
You simply went quiet...
Your face was surprised for a second, he went to say something- but you cut him off as your reeled back to annoyed, "Don't even bother coming over." And closed the phone, ending the call.
Don's face was priceless. On the verge of curiousity and mild annoyance.
"Alright. Explain."
You just rolled to your side, staring at the wall in nowhere particular, "There's nothing to really talk about."
"Ah, so me finding that baggy on your nightstand was nothing?" He sat on the edge of the bed.
"Okay I relapsed last night. I don't remember a lot of what happened last night, but Sans is the last person I wanted to talk too. Let alone see." Your hug a stray pillow and curl up to it.
"I never said anything about him now did I?"
You flinched, "Then why did you give me the phone?"
"Then why were you at his place last night?"
Your chest tightened.
"He called me last night to ask where you lived cause you wanted to go home. I only assume you were passed out. Too fucked up to tell him."
"Ah, speak of the devil."
"Talking about me already?"
His voice alone made your chest hurt.
"Don, can you give us 10?"
"Actually I was going to say the same with you." Dons voice was stern, you knew that tone too well.
"Oh... uh Sure." You heard them walk out of the apartment, leaving you to your thoughts.
See? I told you he was going to hurt you. He only wants your body. Isn't that why he's always groping you? Always pushing and poking at you? You're just like every lady he has on that belt of his. Easy. Vulnerable.
"S-stop it..." You whine out, tears escaping your eyes. As much as you wanted to hold them back, they kept going, "I-I'm n-not easy... I d-don't even l-like people..." You curl more, shoving your face into you pillow.
"That's what he's here for right? To get under your skin. To feed into your weakness. "To break. YOUR. WALLS."
You then feel a hand on your back and it made your skin crawl so much you turn over quickly, your breathing uneven, your eyes sore.
It was Sans.
"No need to look so scared..." He crawled into the bed and you scooted away as far as you could til your bum was half off the mattress.
"Go bother one of your whores, you seemed to be having enough fun before you got here." You kept the pillow between the two of you, hugging it tightly.
"I already told you, they bore me to death." He winked but you didn't laugh, "Come on, don't be this way... I just got you to open up last night, even if it was just a little."
Does he think you're stupid? You know what he wants.
Test him...
You move the pillow away, settling it above yours and his head.
"That's a start..." His yellow pin prick watched closely, searching your face, "Can I hold you?"
You shake your head.
His jaw clicked as his eyes focused on you, "Well then how about when you're ready, I can lay here, and you can come to me? No funny business." He lays on his back, exposing his bare rib cage as his arms went behind his head. His knees bet and he crossed his right leg over his left knee, swinging his foot slowly as he stared at the ceiling.
You simply watched in amasement, he's not jumping all over you?
It's a trap.
You eye him suspiciously as he laid there.
"Did you sleep well?"
The simple question threw you off your thoughts.
"Y-yeah. Thank you for bringing me home... D-did anything happen last night? Between you and I?"
"Hmmm... Where to start is really the next question after that."
Horror took over your face, "W-what?"
He glanced at you and his eyes widened, "No! Nononono, oh god. I wouldn't take advantage of you like that. That is something you'll never see me do. The worst of anything like that was just touching your boob," he pointed to your left one, but didn't touch you, "That one." He pulled his hand back and put it back behind his head as your face grew red, "I like them, any size, any color. Yours though fit perfectly in my hand...~" He opened his hand in front of him in example and placed it to his chest, "I can't really speak for myself though." He made groping gestures above his rib cage and you couldn't help but let a huff of a laugh escape you.
He turned his head to look at you as he put his hand back behind his head, almost as if seeing your approval.
"Hmm... Let's see. You told me- no begged me to stay away from you. Saying I would just get hurt."
You stiffened at that.
"Are you comfortable clairifying what you meant?" His left eye was curious, it really was.
But...
You shook your head.
"That's okay. I'm just trying to get a hold of something here." His hand came out again and rubbed his jaw bone in thought, "How aboooout... I tell you something about me, and you tell me something about yourself?" He pointed to just thin air but there was a smile forming with his teeth.
You thought about it...
And nodded.
