Blake turned, walked through the door, and then shut it. He gently lay me down on the bed and looked at me. I tried to stand up, but I was so dizzy and felt so sick.
“What? Wh-why am I…I feel sick.”
Blake began taking his pants off.
My heartbeat picked up. I swallowed hard and put my hand to my stomach. “Why? What are you doing? I want to leave. I need—”
I leaned over when I felt like I was going to throw up.
I feel so tired. I just need to leave.
“Alex…”
I closed my eyes in an attempt to gain some control of the situation.
Will, I need you.
I took in a few deep breaths. I felt so groggy. What is wrong with me?
“Alex…”
Blake’s voice pulled me back into the moment. I turned and looked at him. He wasn’t wearing any pants.
“No. God, please no. Blake, don’t do this. I don’t want this.”
“Just calm down, Alex. The drug will set in soon, and you won’t remember a thing, angel.”
I shook my head and then moaned. The room was still spinning. I pushed myself further away from him as he smiled.
“That’s it, baby. Let’s get those shorts off now, shall we?”
I began kicking my legs the best I could. They felt so heavy though.
I can’t breathe. I need air.
Will!
I began crying as I whispered, “Please don’t do this, Blake.”
He pushed my legs down and held them as he began to unbutton my shorts.
I closed my eyes.
Will!
Oh God, Will, I need you…please.
I began thinking about the last time Will and I had been together. I was his and only his. Our love was a perfect, untouched love.
I snapped my eyes open. I was not going to let this happen. I relaxed, which caused Blake to relax his grip on my legs. Blake was saying something about waiting too long to have me.
I said, “Let me…let me take my own…shorts off.” I could barely talk.
“That’s what I’m talking about, angel.”
My head was beginning to hurt more. I lifted my leg and gathered all my strength. Then, I kicked him as hard as I could.
Blake let out a loud moan and then yelled, “You fucking bitch!”