The water started to feel like it was pounding against my body, making my skin all pruney. I quickly shut off the water and stood there for a while, soaking, thinking. I cant believe I had sex with someone I barely even know, and Kyle to boot! But I was drugged so it wasn't my fault. Would this be considered rape? No, I clearly remember agreeing on doing it, I even said he could replace Craig! What am I going to do now? I got dressed in the clothes that Kyle left for me, then walked out to confront him. I have to make sure that he doesn't tell anyone about this. "Listen, about last night . . ."
"Don't worry about it. I won't tell anyone, "Kyle exclaimed, winking, "And if your wondering, I used a condom." He handed me a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and a cup of coffee and told me to eat. I was confused at first, but when my stomach began to growl I remembered how hungry I'd been. I reluctantly took the plate and started scarfing down the food as politely as possible. Kyle smirked at me then walked to the bathroom to bathe as well. While eating, I looked around the small apartment. It was surprisingly clean for someone like him. There were still clothes slightly scattered around the floor but nothing more. After I finished eating I washed my plate in the sink, noticing a book shelve near the dinning table where I had just eaten. I looked over to find, obviously, a bunch of porn magazines. I looked around all the books and found no picture albums. That's strange...
"Hey, what are you looking at? Trying to steal my magazines," Kyle smirked, walking out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist. I turned to look at him when I caught sight of his perfectly tanned, toned wet chest. I quickly turned away, my face turning bright red. Why do I feel so embarrassed?
"I-I was just looking around," I cleared my throat, trying to act natural,"And came across these." I tossed a magazine that had a fake, big chested girl at him, "Why do you have to be so immature?" He caught the magazine. He must have noticed that my face was red because he laughed.
"What's to be embarrassed about? You've already seen my body."
"You're avoiding my question," I remarked.
"So are you." Damned smart ass. I may as well end it since there is no way of getting around him.
". . . I was just a bit shocked, I don't really remember the details of what happened last night." I lied, I remember every single excruciating detail, but I'm not about to let him know that. I'm sure he could find someway to use it against me. His expression seemed somewhat disappointed.
"For your question: I'm not immature, it's called being a teenage boy. And for the answer you gave me," he walked over to me, getting closer and closer making me back up against the book shelve. He's so close that I can feel the steam from the hot water emanating from his body. "Maybe I have to remind you of every-single-detail." He reached his hand out to the back of my neck and kissed me. This was much more aggressive than the kiss from last night.
"Let go of me!" I yelled, pushing him away and trying to breathe. He grabbed me by the hair, threw me onto the bed, and held my arms together over my head. He kissed me again and started for my neck.
"If you don't struggle, it won't hurt as much"
"Stop, I don't want this!" He continued on, slipping his hand up under my shirt, taking it off, kissing me all over. Over whelmed, I let out a cry of ecstasy. He glanced up at me.
"See, you like it. Are you remembering yet?" he questioned with a satisfying look on his face. I shook my head subconsciously. "Well, we'll have to fix that don't we." He had an angry tone in his voice now. It startled me, not only was I remembering last night, but I was remembering my past as well. He unzipped my pants and reached down the back.
"Ah! No, please don't!" I yelled, feeling his fingers inside of me.
"It's your own god damn fault, so take responsibility!"
I'm in agony and feel tortured. I cant take this any longer. I started to cry, "Please, stop . . . I don't want this dad . . ." Kyle shot a shocked but confused look at me. He stared at my face that looked like I was in pain. I know my face looked contorted with pain and covered in tears but that's not what he noticed.
" . . . dad?" he whispered so softly I could barely hear him. He removed both his hands and rolled off to the side of the bed. I was to terrified to move. We both just stayed in our same positions which seemed like forever. The next thing I know, a shirt flies into my face. "Here, if you want to leave go ahead . . . I won't stop you," Kyle sighed. He put his head in his hands. I put the shirt on and started for the door. I oddly felt a slight pang of guilt. I gazed back and saw how crestfallen he'd become. "I didn't mean to do that to you, I was just angry I guess. I didn't know that he . . ." Not wanting to hear the words come out of his mouth, I unconsciously took him into an embrace from behind.
"It wasn't your fault, you didn't know," I reassured. He turned around and hugged me tightly.
"I'm sorry," he whispered to me, "I'm so sorry." Even though I was still afraid I let him hold me tightly, feeling his warm tears drip and soak into my shirt. With despair, I began to cry, slowly stroking his damp hair. I was happy that he didn't let go.