“Kyle said you were a small town dummy with no education. Good enough to clean his bed, but not to be in it.” I turned around to glare at her and she stepped closer. “Am I wrong?” Was she? I used to have hopes, dreams and ambitions, but now? And Kyle couldn’t get away fast enough away from me… I reddened, she was right. I was exactly that. “Thought not,” she sniggered. Leaning closer to me, she whispered into my ear, “Don’t think you’re anything special sweetheart. When the chips fall, it will be me, he chooses.” She flicked her hair back, plastered a fake smile on her face and walked off.
I could handle Rachel saying bad things about me, but not Kyle. We were supposed to be…I didn’t know what we were supposed to be. He thought I was small town hick, a dummy? My hunger abandoned me and I turned to go back upstairs.
“Lee get your ass over here, you’re having a drink with me,” Cam shouted from across the hall. I debated whether or not to run, but Cam took the option away from me. Shoving through the mass of sweaty bodies, she grabbed my hand and led me into the kitchen.
Filling a glass with vodka, Cam grinned and held it out towards me. “Cheers babe.”
I took it and tossed it back without thinking twice. “Cheers.” I gasped, wiping my chin with the back of my hand. Screw it; I wasn’t going to let Kyle, Rachel or anyone else bring me down tonight.
I grabbed the vodka bottle and poured myself another and another after that. I made my way through half the bottle before I decided standing had become very challenging.
I was sitting at the kitchen table observing a game of suck and blow with my new ‘friends,’ when Kyle arrived. He strolled into the room, wearing a plain gray t-shirt and faded blue jeans. They hugged his body in a very flattering way. He looked very hot and very much occupied with his arm draped casually around the waist of willowy blonde with legs like a staircase. I watched him lower his head to her ear and had to force down the bile rising in my throat. I dragged my eyes from him; there was no point in torturing myself.
“Wahey, new girl, you’re up,” blonde drunk guy to my left cheered.
“Cool.” I forced myself to suck the card that blonde drunk guy was blowing against my mouth. I was setting a record in the game, when I felt a hand grab my shoulder and drag me out of my chair.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Kyle was standing in front of me, his chest heaving. He looked furious. He reeked of whiskey. Electricity jolted through me, pulling me towards him, but I needed to be wary. I could not trust myself to control myself and I couldn’t trust him not to hurt me again… I forced my body to turn around; choosing to ignore him seemed the safest option. I went to sit back down, but he pulled me back towards him.
Wrapping a muscled arm around stomach, he pressed my back to his chest as he glowered at blonde drunk guy. “Party’s over. Get the fuck out.”
Blonde drunk guy shifted awkwardly in his chair. “Kyle, man I didn’t know she was yours, sorry bro.”
I pulled away from Kyle, disgusted. “Don’t worry,” I hissed, swaying slightly. “I’m not his anything.”
I moved over to the counter and grabbed a bottle of beer. Kyle pulled it out of my hands. “What is your problem?” I practically screamed, shoving him away.
“Your drunk princess, come on, let me take you to bed.”
He tried to take my hand and I snatched it away. “Why? So you can sneak out on me again? I don’t think so,” I snorted, backing away.
He stepped closer, grabbing my shoulders. “You can walk out of here or I’ll carry you out, either way you’re coming with me,” he threatened. His breath blew into my face; it was obvious from the smell of alcohol on it, that he wasn’t sober. I could see his friends were watching us, along with the rest of the room; we were making a scene and for once I didn’t care.
“Careful Kyle,” I snarled, my voice layered with sarcasm. “You wouldn’t want to give any of your dates the wrong idea.” I tried to step away, but Kyle moved so fast I didn’t have time. He threw me over his shoulder and carted off into the hallway.
Dropping me down Kyle slammed my back against the door of the cupboard under the stairs. His lips crashed into mine. My hands moved of their own accord, reaching up to grab his hair, clinging to him in both desperation and desire.
Our lips attacked the others viciously. I was overwhelmed with the angry passion I felt for him. I pressed myself into him, loving the feeling of him possessing me. I bit down hard on his lip causing him to grunt in what seemed pained-pleasure. He dug one of his hands into my hip and gripped my hair with the other, holding me hostage to his passionate onslaught.