I wake up later that evening, warm, feeling Lavi's arms around me. He's holding me tightly against him. His hair is down in his face, it's kind of cute. I don't want to move and leave him, but I have an immense headache, and I need relief from the pain. I move his arms off of me and slide out of bed. I find it hard to walk, and that there are other places than just my neck that are very, very sore. I find the long over sized t-shirt from earlier and slip it on. I manage to walk to the door, trying to walk as quietly as possible. I close the door gently behind me and walk down a long narrow hallway. I have no idea how to navigate his apartment, or loft, or whatever this is. I keep walking down the hallway into what seems like a living room. That gorgeous guy is there again, just sitting on the couch. He's drinking something from a clear scotch glass. I hear the ice clink against the side of the glass as he moves it toward his mouth. He stops and looks over at me. I feel like I've been caught doing something bad, with the way he's staring at me.
"If you're looking for the bathroom, it's to the left."
He looks away from me and takes a drink. He puts the glass down on the table in front of him and gets up from the couch. He moves toward me so quickly I really freak out when I realize he's almost right up against me.
"Tch. Or were you looking for something else?"
He slams his hand on the wall behind me, right next to me. He's standing way too close to me. He smells like vanilla, and vodka.
"I...Its just that I have a headache and I'd like some pain medication."
He moves his hand around my waist, and leans forward just enough to kiss the side of my neck. He's clearly drunk...
I make a shrill noise as he bites into my neck.
I back up and hit the wall, harder than I had expected. My head hurts even worse now.
"You know, that tends to happen when you fuck on the first date. That's pretty slutty of you, don't you think? There's pain medication on the second shelf in the cabinet with the mirror in the bathroom. It's to the left."
That sentence didn't come out perfect; he slurs a couple of words and can't seem to stand up straight.
"Y-you just told me that a minute ago..."
He moves past me and down the hallway.
"Also, you taste disgusting. I hate disgusting things."
Its dark and I can't see where he went, down the other side of the hallway. I feel sick all of a sudden though. I shrink down and slide down the wall. My head hurts even worse than just a few seconds ago. I sort of stumble and crawl to the bathroom. I reach around to find the light switch. The bright light just makes the pain worse. I finally see the cabinet with a small mirror on the front and open it. There are only a couple of bottles in here, and the pain medicine is easy to spot. I shake three out of the bottle and put it back in the cabinet. It still hurts to move. How long did Lavi and I go at it? It didn't seem long at all, but there wasn't anyway to judge time. I can't even guess really.
I make my way out of the bathroom and down the hallway, back to the living room. The kitchen is right across the room, first a dining table, all metal and angles, like everything else in this place. I move past it to the kitchen, and search through the first four top cabinets before I find a regular clear drinking glass. I pull it down and set it down on the counter. It sounds a lot louder than it probably was. I really need to take these pills. I fill the glass with water and swallow down the three pills, before I have to sit down on the floor. The tile is cold, but lucky for me this baggy shirt covers most of my body from it.
"Jesus. Can't you even walk correctly."
Dammit I just can't get away from him. I didn't even hear him come into the kitchen. His bangs are covering his face, I can't tell where he is looking. He stumbles, and ends up on the floor next to me. He's got a whole bottle of alcohol this time, replacing the glass from earlier I suppose. I realize he was talking to himself a minute ago, not me. He leans back against the counter and since he's ridiculously close to me again, I take the time to look him over. He's got this really odd V-neck sweater on, something I know I've seen in a magazine before, and dark, tight jeans. The seams on the side have white and gray thread running through them. He looks really really good in them. His jeans have buttons on the outside, in place of a zipper, and as I'm looking at them I realize they're all undone.
I get caught staring.
As I look up at him, his eyes meet mine, and we're locked together. He leans in and tries to kiss me. I move away from him quickly.
"What are you doing?"
"Cashing in my bad luck."
He moves forward again and grabs my wrist, tightly. I try to get away, but he pulls me back towards him, and then onto his lap. He jeans hurt as they rub into my bear skin, and I wriggle and squirm trying to get away. He moves his other hand in front of me, keeping me on his lap. He's still holding the bottle of vodka in front of him. I can feel him starting to get hard beneath me. I'm starting to freak out. I try harder to get away. This time trying to lift myself off of him, and break free from his grip. When I move up to get off of him, he lets go for just a second, to set the bottle down, and I break free and try to run. He grabs me again, and holds me against him, so tight it hurts.
"Let go!"
He kisses the back of my neck, and lifts my shirt up to touch me. He starts at my hips, then slides his hand up and down my side. I shiver at his cold touch. He starts to touch me, all over my body, moving his hands all over me. The medication is starting to take effect. It hits me hard. My muscles all start to relax at the same time. I feel sleepy, and I find it hard to move my body. I can't resist him anymore. He's still kissing me; all over. I want to resist, but I can't move. I feel cold, wet liquid all over me. It smells strong, like ethanol. The vodka; he's pouring it all over me. I shut my eyes so it dosen't burn them, but I let out a stifled gasp. It's shocking; the alcohol is so cold, and I can't do anything about it. He throws the bottle to the side, and it shatters over the tile.
"Get up."
I try, but I can't move. He lets go of me, and I fall forward. I feel him grab my arms, and pull, dragging me. I try to tell him to stop, or scream, something, anything; but I just can't. My breathing slows, and I can't move at all anymore. I pass out.