Another guy

Incident part 1

The next morning, I woke up in my own bed, and I was naked. Before I woke up completely, I recalled someone lifting me up and carrying me into a car. Then the car moved and someone was talking.

When I got out of bed, the hangover rushed over me and I realized that I had been drinking way too much the night before. I looked out of the window and the courtyard was empty, it had to be early in the morning or late afternoon. I sat down on the bed and screamed in agony. My entry was very sore. I knew that this was from having rough intercourse, but I did not know whom it was with.

A soft knock was at my door, I recognized that it was Trevor.

“Come in”

I said while covering myself up, so he was not reminded of the day before.

“Are you okay?”

He asked while looking softly at me. I sensed something in his eyes, but before I could see what, his gaze dropped to the floor.

“Yeah, I think I am fine. Pretty hungover, but I am unsure of what happened last night. Did I find you at the party? All I remember was a guy with beach blonde hair offering me a drink, and calling me an angel."

He took a step inside my room, his hands were in his pockets of the jeans he was wearing. He looked out of the window before he spoke:

“Yes, we met at the party. You were pretty drunk.”

His eyes were not meeting mine, and my headache was growing.

He bit his lip and out of nowhere I saw images from the night before.

Trevor biting his lip, whispering that it would all be okay, his breath heavy and moaning, while his hands roaming all over my body.

“Did we have s*x?”

I asked without thinking. If Trevor was the guy I had intercourse with the night before, it would not be the worst thing in the world, because he was hot, and I would have constant access to him, because he was my roommate. Trevor was not meeting my eyes, he made a whimpering sound which recalled more images.

The guy, with beach blonde hair. Gently stroking my face, opening my mouth and the pressure in my throat growing. Eyes filling with tears and me gasping for air.

“Trevor?”

My voice was trembling, and a knot was starting to twist in my stomach.

Trevor finally met my eyes. His eyes were filled with regret and, as he tried to speak, the words felt empty.

“I really like you Rose, please forgive me.”

His eyes filled with tears and another image flashed through my mind.

A guy with black hair and his touch was full of lust and hatred. He was rough. My hand went to my throat, remembering his hands on me and feeling the bruises that were left behind. The guy was screaming how good it felt to be inside me and that I was a good little b***h.

I shot up from my bed, completely naked, my fists balled, and I walked over to Trevor and asked one more time with tears in my eyes:

“What the hell happened to me?”

The silence grew and time seemed to stand still. I felt vulnerable, standing there naked in front of him, waiting for him to tell me what had happened to me last night, these memories, feeling good, high, ashamed, awful, afraid. All these confusing feelings getting stronger inside my mind.

He swallowed hard, and mustered up the courage to tell me:

“You were drugged, and I was one of the guys who had s*x with you.”