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Alexandra

Anastasia

Christian left soon after he sent Miss Newman on her way, when he slammed the door in her face. He seemed upset. Or he may not have been. I couldn't read his face.

And me? I got dressed, and have been lying on my bed with my clothes on for god knows how long. Thinking about what transpired between us, and after. And I must have fallen asleep when a noise, someone fiddling at the door, wakes me up. Perhaps it's Christian; I open my eyes immediately and listen intently.

There it is again. But…it can't be him. Someone is trying to work the lock. I quickly get up, and stand by the front door. I look through the peep hole – it's Jose. He's trying to get inside. What the hell?

"What are you trying to do, Jose?" my voice is deep, raw, I'm hoping to startle him. And I do - I hear him jumping and falling.

"What does it look like?" he bangs on the door with his fist, irritated I scared him. "I'm getting inside!" I'm alarmed by his maddening voice.

"You don't live here, Jose! Are you drunk?" I continue, my voice firm but what am I trying to do? Scare him? It's me who's petrified! Everyone is at class and I know I'm all alone in the dorm.

He hammers on the door with both fists. "Open the door, Ana! Open it!" he starts banging.

"Jose, what do you want?"

"I want you! You've been leading me on for months and at the end, I don't get to fuck you? Fuck You! I am going to fuck you right now! OPEN THIS DOOR!"

"Jose, I'm calling the campus security right now! They'll expel you from UCLA and the police will lock you up! Back off!"

"Security? Fuck you, Ana! Nothing scares me! Not the security, or anyone else! You can fucking go and say that to your fuck buddy, if you want!"

Wha...

"Yeah, you heard me, you bitch!" Jose continues. "I know all about you and your boyfriend! "Dance for me Ana!" "Fuck me, baby!" How can you be so stupid and fall for that? You were even begging him to touch you! I heard it all, Ana! And you know what? You make me sick! But that doesn't mean I'm not gonna get me some pussy right after I open this door! Open it, dammit! It's going to be better for both of us if you do what I say! You like that, right? Me telling you what to do!"

What the hell?

Christian! I quickly run to where I left my bag and upon finding it, I pull out my cell. I haven't dialled anyone's number this fast. I'm calling him, I don't care; by the time the campus security responds it might be too late.

The line rings and rings and… Where is he? There's no reply.

"Open the damn door, Ana!" I hear his vile voice again and I honestly think this is it! This is the end! My hands are shaking but I don't give up. I persistently dial Christian's number hoping he'll pick it up in time.

Amid all the commotion, I hear someone's voice calling Jose. They argue over something and I hear a door slamming. It has to be the hallway door. Then silence. Eerie silence.

I'm expecting to see Jose stabbing the door with a large knife any moment now. But it seems like he's gone. However I dare not open the door. I'm shaking, I'm scared. Could that have been Jose's roommate that saved me?

Trembling inside, I take a few steps backwards and sit on my bed, my shoulders drooping. I actually feel it inside, my breakdown. The sea of despair is dragging me slowly under its crushing waves; I've started to cry, my deep painful sobs punctuating the silence. My vision blurs from the tears and from the adrenaline, dispersing slowly in my blood and I lie in my bed. How did he know? It only happened this morning. Did Christian tell everyone? He wasn't reachable... Is that why he left so soon? I-I thought I was special. I sob into the sheets and only then do I hear my cell buzzing. Conveniently, it's Christian calling.

"Now that you fucked me, and told the world about it in details, please, leave me alone…," whispering thought my tears, I break down and sob. "Why did you do it? Was I part of some fraternity bet?"

"Ana, what are talking about?"

"Don't worry, as of today, I'm open for business. If your friends want a fuck, just send them my way. But you… I never want to see you again."

I sob, my heart feels like it was run over by a train, a few times. How could I be so stupid!

With a ghastly pain in my stomach, one that will stay there for a long time, I start frantically cleaning my room. I have to get rid of his scent. The cup he drank his coffee from, gone. I'm hoping I'll wipe him out of my life for good.

But each time I remember the few hours we were intimate, I start sobbing, silently, until I have no more air in my lungs and then I start again, loud. But it has to be helping me. Why else would I want to cry so much? The hurt I want to expunge from my heart can only be erased by tears.

Christian kept ringing my cell and I kept ignoring him. After a while, he stopped. I'm sure he figured he can't pretend anymore.

The familiar tone ringing on my cell makes me step away from my pointless staring through the window. I pick it up and go back to where I was. It's Kate.

"Ana?"

"Yes," I sigh. I'll save my pretending for class tomorrow. Today I want to suffer openly. Kate will see through me anyway.

"Where have you been? I've been trying to call you all morning!"

"I-I met this guy the other day. I really liked him, Kate. And he….," my voice is shaky, tears surge into my eyes, I cannot control them anymore.

"He what, Ana?"

"He… played me."

"The bastard!" she curses under breath. "Forget about him. So what if the fucker played you?"

"You're right, I should," I sniffle.

"Damn right you should. There's this guy in my class…"

"No need to set me up, Kate. I know of someone who wants to go out with me. I think his name is… Kenny."

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