“Suck your own dick, Damon,” I slur.
He grabs me under the arms and pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. “Let’s not get nasty now.”
What the heck am I doing?
“This is a bad idea. I’m done.”
He laughs. “No you aren’t.”
I stare at him in the eye. “Yeah, I am. I don’t know what I’m doing. You need to leave.”
“You’re such a tease.” He grabs my head to kiss me.
I push out of his grasp, and grab the blanket off my couch, wrapping it around me. “Just leave, Damon.”
“You’re such a bitch,” he sneers at me, getting angry.
A tear falls down my cheek. “I’m sorry. Just go.”
He shudders disgust at me, goes over to the table and grabs his phone, then pauses next to my front door. “You’ll pay for this, Charlotte.”
“Get out, Damon,” I tell him.
He glares at me and leaves.
I lock the door, secure the dead bolt then collapse on the floor, crying.
What was I thinking?
I look at myself, naked except for a blanket, and shame overpowers me. When I stop crying, I grab my phone off the table and go into my bedroom. I put the phone on my charger on my nightstand and see that I have a messagefrom Xander.
I crawl under the covers with my head spinning from all the alcohol.
“I did something really stupid,” I message Xander.
I wish I could talk to you.
“Are you okay?” he responds.
“No. I’m not.”
“Do you want to talk? I can give you my number if you want to talk?”
More torture. What have I been doing?
I have hit a low.Is this what they call rock bottom?
“No. I’m sorry, but I’m not going to be able to talk anymore.”
“Okay. I’m here if you need me.”
Here if you need me. Now that’s just beyond cruel.
27
Xander
Present Day
