Sookie
My night was starting to feel a lot better. I saw Pam at the party and was so happy to see a friendly face. But then seeing her reminded me of Eric and Eric reminded me of Bill, and I was about to get really depressed, so I left Pam and continued my search for some cute guy to kiss. Amazingly, I seemed to be surrounded by cute guys and they were all handing me drinks and offering me hits on the bong. I decided on the cutest one and didn't really have to do anything but pucker up and suddenly I was being kissed and it felt good. That lasted for a minute but then he started to remind me of Bill and so I broke off the kiss and pushed him away. To my utter shock and amazement, there was another equally cute guy right beside that one and he was ready to be kissed as well. This was the friendliest party I had ever been to. And so many cute guys. But then I got tired of kissing that one as well. He kind of smelled like Bill. So I stopped kissing him and turned to the next one. Suddenly I didn't feel like kissing so much anymore but there were so many guys in my face and then one of them was squeezing my behind and I didn't like that. I turned around to swipe at his hand and lost my balance. But as I started to fall, another one of them caught me and had both of his hands on my breasts. I tried to push him away and he was laughing at me. I was starting to get pissed when I heard a deep voice say, "Get your fucking hands off of her." And just like that, the hands were gone and the laughing stopped. I looked up and just gasped, "Eric."
Eric
Fortunately I was just around the corner from Bob's house when Pam called and I ran when she told me what was going on. I walked into the party and saw a pissed off and very drunk Sookie trying to push some asshole's hands off of her breasts while three other assholes watched, waiting for their turn. I saw red and wanted to smash the faces of all four of them. I told the one with the hands to get them off of her and all four turned and left when they saw the look on my face. Sookie looked up and said my name and I just wanted to take her away from there and make it all better, but I knew that I couldn't. She wasn't feeling much pain at the moment, but I knew that she would be when she sobered up. Pam came over and said she would tell Amelia that I had Sookie and was taking her home.
Sookie wasn't walking very well, but I helped her to her car and she gave me her address. I got her into her apartment and thought that I should probably just leave her to sleep it off. I'd have to postpone my own agenda with her 'til god knows when. I told her good night and started to leave when she started crying and said, "Please don't leave me alone right now."
Sookie
Eric had such a scary voice when he spoke to the boob-grabber, but then when he turned to speak to me, it was as sweet as sugar. "Are you ready to go?" Was I supposed to go somewhere with Eric? I couldn't remember. "Where's your purse? Do you have your keys?" His voice was so gentle. "Did those guys hurt you?"
"No."
"But you'd tell me if they did, right?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, good. Then let's go, okay?"
"Okay." I'd left my purse in the car. I was looking into those beautiful blue eyes while I fished my keys out of my pocket and held them out for him. He said something to Pam that I couldn't hear and I waved to her and Amelia. Then I just let him lead me to the door and told him where I was parked. I don't really remember much of the ride home, but when I was in my apartment and he was going to leave, I think I begged him to stay. I was such a wreck. I knew I was drunk and I was still so upset about Bill and I started crying and then was embarrassed about that too.
He took me back to my room and took my shoes off and then his own and then he lay back on the bed and held me to him and let me cry into his impossibly hard and beautiful chest. I think I may have fallen asleep for awhile, but then when I woke up it was dark and he was still holding me. We still had all of our clothes on but I could feel that he was hard against my hip and I wanted him. All the pain of seeing Bill hit me and all those nights of resisting Eric and dreaming of Eric and wanting Eric and then last night coming so close to touching him, and now here he was in my bed and I just wanted to fuck him and to hell with the consequences. I started to kiss his chest and neck and reached down and grabbed that beautiful erection and started to rub him over his jeans. His head dropped back against the headboard and I heard an audible gasp and then he took my hand and pulled it away and said, "No sweetie. Not like this." I stopped kissing him and started crying again. I was so humiliated and embarrassed. I thought he wanted me, but then he rejected me. Suddenly a wave of nausea came over me and I jumped up and ran into the bathroom. I was throwing up into the toilet when I felt Eric pulling my hair back and holding it and then his rubbing my back gently. I was sobbing between barfing episodes and really wished I were dead. He just kept rubbing my back and saying, "shhhhh," and "it's okay." I just kept thinking how can I ever face him again after this?
Eric
Sookie was having a good cry into my shirt which was fine. I just felt so bad for her. Fucking Bill. How could he do this to her? She deserved so much better. And then those assholes at the party. I guess to them she was just some drunk gorgeous girl, but I knew what she had been through earlier and the last thing she needed was a bunch of horny guys pawing at her. She fell asleep on my chest and I reached over and turned out the light. I would have just stayed right there all night if she needed me to. I thought of all the times I had wanted her and wished she were mine and now she was here in my arms. I couldn't help but get hard, but I had no intentions of taking advantage of her. But then she woke up and started to kiss my neck and she touched me and it felt so good. I thought I would explode and just come in my jeans. But then I thought I'm no better than the assholes at the party and I gently removed her hand and told her no. I did want her. I wanted her in the worst possible way, but not like this. I wanted to make love to her when we were both happy and together, not like this. I didn't want to just be some mistake she made on the worst night of her life. I wanted to be the one she loved. Suddenly she was up and throwing up. I wasn't too surprised actually, and thought well, at least she might feel a little better in the morning if she gets it all out. I stayed with her until she was done and then got her to drink some water and take some Tylenol. I took her hand and walked her back to the bed and pulled the covers down. I climbed in behind her and spooned her to me, stroking her hair until I felt her breathing even out and I knew she was sleeping.
Sookie
I woke up with the worst hangover I had ever had in my life. I thought I was going to die. I was still fully dressed except for my shoes, but under the covers and alone. I sat up and saw a note from Eric on my night stand.
Sookie,
I'm so sorry about what you had to go through last night. I'm here for you if you want to talk. Actually, even if you don't want to talk, that's okay too. Either way, please call me.
Eric
And then his number was across the bottom of the page. How would I ever be able to face him again? He had seen me so drunk and acting ridiculous with those guys at Bob's house. What are the odds that he was at the same party? Then I cried all over his shirt. Oh and then I grabbed his dick and he pushed me away. Oh my god. And then he watched me throwing up. I should just move to another country.
Okay, and now as if facing Eric again wasn't bad enough, I'll have do deal with Bill. That thought sent me into another crying jag that lasted for awhile. I finally dragged my hungover butt out of bed and went to make some coffee. I realized that my phone battery had died, so I plugged it in. I had eight messages from Bill.
I made myself eat something and took a shower, but put on pajamas and spent most of the day in bed feeling sorry for myself. I managed to do a little studying and finally at the end of the day I listened to my messages. I knew that if I ignored him, Bill would probably come knocking on my door, and I certainly didn't want that. Every message was an apology. I guess he did sound sorry, but I just couldn't imagine forgiving him. All those feelings about Bill were coupled with the tremendous guilt I felt for what had happened (or almost happened) in Eric's room while he slept. Had I lost my mind? I was so mad at Bill for cheating on me, but then wasn't I about to do that exact same thing with Eric in his bedroom? I was just overwhelmed with emotions and felt so confused.
Then there was a knock at the door. I knew it was Bill but just didn't want to face him. As quietly as I could, I tip-toed to the door and looked through the peep hole, holding my breath. Eric. Oh my god. He was looking down at the ground and I could tell he was listening. Had he heard me on the other side of the door? I froze. He looked so good. A part of me wanted to open the door and grab him. Having him hold me last night felt so good and I needed to feel good. But then I remembered that he had also pushed my hand away and then gotten a good view of me vomiting into the toilet. Good lord. And now I looked like hell in my pajamas all hungover. I stood there watching him and my heart just broke. Under other circumstances seeing Eric at my door would make me the happiest girl in the world. But in reality, I was just a mess and in no condition to see anyone, much less the object of my true desire. The tears fell as I watched him turn and walk away. I thought I just can't see him right now.
When Amelia came home, she held me while I cried for awhile too. She had stayed at Bob's and Pam had told her that I was in good hands with Eric.
I finally got up the nerve to call Bill back. He said he was sorry. I cried and told him I didn't want to see him anymore, and I meant it. He asked if he could come over so we could talk about it, and I said no. I hung up and just couldn't stop crying. I was done with Bill. Honestly, at that moment I felt like I was done with all men.
Eric
After Sookie fell asleep, I walked over to Pam's apartment. The walk to my place would have taken a lot longer which was no big deal, but I didn't want to see Bill or Lorena. Pam's was closer and I had a key, so I let myself in and crashed on the couch. Pam had apparently had a good night because she didn't come home until about ten the next morning. We went out to eat and then she took me back to my house. I packed up my clothes and books and loaded them into my car and left a note for Bill that I would have all my stuff out by the end of the week and that he could keep my security deposit since I wasn't giving a thirty day notice. I had thought about it the night before when I was trying to sleep on Pam's couch. I loved the convenience of Bill's place and the parties were great and getting laid was as easy as turning to the girl next to me and saying yes, but after what Bill and Lorena did to Sookie, I just didn't want to be a part of that place anymore. It just didn't feel right.
I wanted to check on Sookie and make sure she was okay, but didn't have her number of course. Later in the day I drove over to her place. Her car was still where I had parked it the night before. I knocked on the door and I thought I heard someone on the other side. I waited and listened and knew that she was probably looking out her peep hole at me. How long can a guy stand there without feeling like a complete fool? Pretty long actually. At least it felt like a long time. I finally left and thought, shit, she doesn't want to see me. There was nothing else I could do but wait for her to call.
I slept on Pam's couch until I found another place. It was an apartment in Pam's building with a guy named Clancy. He had a spare room and the rent was about the same as I had paid at Bill's. Clancy seemed like a nice enough guy, so I thought why not. Without all the parties and girls maybe I just might get more studying done anyway. I had a double major--Business and Art History--and I really did need to knuckle down and perform if I wanted to get a scholarship to film school. I really wanted to become a director, but didn't have the money myself to pay for graduate school. My parents both died when I was eleven and I was raised by my aunt Sophie-Anne. She's great, but there wasn't any money for college. I was lucky enough to get a full scholarship for my undergraduate degree, and I would need to do the same if I wanted to finish what I started and get my masters.
I waited to hear from Sookie. If I'd had her number I would have called her of course. I'd considered just looking at her phone that night and getting it, but that didn't feel right. I wanted her to want me to have it. I just wanted her to want me period. But I knew that it would most likely be a very long time before she was ready to trust a guy with her heart again.