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cherry-bloooom · 6 months ago

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i wrote something new #yay

this is about my oc ravyn and her abuser percy. this one’s a hard read in subject matter and in length HELP but i hope u enjoy reading anyways yay!!

CW IF U NEED IT…

domestic violence, attempted sa, alcoholism, vomit, mention of drugs, implied rape? (it’s literally 2 words), suicide mention, blood mention, uhhh i think that’s it

Ok have fun if you read thank you and i’m sorry

word count: 8k

I walked home from work, since nobody could give me a ride. It was still light out, so it wasn’t that harsh of a walk, but I was trembling the whole time, and the cool fall temperature wasn’t helping at all. I couldn’t stop replaying the whole conversation in my head. I almost regretted telling them anything at all, and part of me wished I could’ve just kept my mouth shut, but it was impossible to stop once I started. I had to keep it a secret for so long, the words wouldn’t stop flowing out of my mouth. All the shitty things he did to me, the awful words he said to me, the things he made me do, I told them everything. The words hung in the air in Mr. Silvestri’s office for a while after I said them, and even a few hours later they were still haunting me and following me around. It all felt so dirty to admit. Part of me knew it was good to let out, I mean, it felt good to finally just tell someone the truth, but I felt so horrible for making them listen to it all. It felt shameful, in a way. My legs wobbled, thinking about the utter embarrassment I’d feel coming back into work the next day. I could only imagine how they were gossipping about me now that I’d left.

Mr. Silvestri offered to give me a ride home since it was supposed to get dark soon, but I insisted it was alright. In my head, it was the least I could’ve done to make up for spilling my guts earlier that day. I didn’t want to bother him anymore with it, or Michelle either. God, I thought so sure she was sick of me then. The whole reason they wanted to talk to me was because I was “distracted” at work. I felt awful, for all of it. I did. They’re not my parents, I thought, I shouldn’t be burdening them with my personal problems like that. I got myself into that situation, it was my responsibility. Maybe I should type up an apology for them, I wondered. I felt it was more formal through writing than in person or over the phone or something. I always struggled with coming up with the right words anyways. I felt a lump forming in my throat, but I tried to choke it down as I pulled my phone from my pocket and typed a text to Mr. Silvestri. I typed as I walked,

“this message is for both you and michelle. i truly apologize for taking the time out of your guys’ day and making you listen to my sob story like that. i realize how inappropriate that was to share details about my personal life in a work setting, especially taking into account the subject of the details that i shared with you both. i really hope you can disregard anything and everything i told you today, and we can continue to maintain a professional, non-personal relationsh”

That was all I came up with before I turned the corner onto my street and saw Percy’s car in the road, with him glaring at me through the windshield. My blood ran cold and my trembling became worse. He never shows up without telling me, why is he here? Maybe he needed something? I checked my texts to see if maybe I missed a message from him, but found nothing. I swallowed hard and inched toward the car.

Before I was even ten feet away, he rolled down the window and stuck his head out, yelling, “Get your stuff, Ravyn, you’re coming over to my place,” in a low, menacing, angry tone, the kind he only ever uses when he’s drunk. I nodded my head, and rushed into the building and up the flights of stairs. My heart was beating out of my chest, and I began to panic. Why would he be so mad at me now? What did I do wrong this time? Was it because I was too tired to have sex last night? Or I didn’t wanna smoke before work today? God, whatever it was, I just hoped it wasn’t that bad.

I made my way upstairs to my apartment as my thoughts kept racing. That lump in my throat returned as I thought of what would happen when we got back to his place. I was panicking and didn’t know what to do, thinking of any way to escape the situation. I thought about calling Mr. Silvestri, or even Michelle while I was up in my room, but I thought about the message I was gonna send to Mr. Silvestri. I couldn’t trouble them with this anymore. I don’t want to lose my job, and I can’t lose their respect anymore than I already have. I grabbed all the clothes I could, shoved them in my old backpack, and left again to get in the car.

As soon as the door opened, the stench of alcohol and fast food emanated from inside the car. He didn’t say anything right away, which wasn’t unusual for him, but right as I sat down and the door closed again, he began to interrogate me.

“So what did you do all day at work?” He started.

“What do you mean?”

“C’mon, don’t play dumb, Ravyn.”

I really had no idea what he was aiming for here. It could mean anything with him.

I had to think of something other than the truth. I squeaked out, “Well, I.. I mainly just, um, was at the register all day, dealing with customers.. I got to chill for the most part..”

“Was your boss in today?” His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter.

A bead of sweat dripped down my forehead, and I mumbled, “W-why? What do you mean?”

I was staring at the road, but I could see his eyes roll in the corner of my eye. He continued through clenched teeth, “Did you guys, uh, talk about anything?”

Did he know about what I said to Mr. Silvestri? There’s no way, how could he know?

I hesitated for a moment, “I, um..”

“Did you tell him about us?”

I felt the blood rush out of my face and I got lightheaded, like I could pass out right then and there. My heart was beating out of my chest, twice as fast as it was before.

Immediately my voice became defensive, and I stammered out, “Why would I tell him anything like that? He.. He’s my boss, not my friend or something..” I needed to make this as believable as possible. “Besides, I.. I would never tell anyone. I mean it, Percy.”

I winced and my voice quivered as I muttered his name, and I tried to mask it by lowering my voice, hoping the rumbling engine and the traffic noise would drown out the fact that tears were forming in my eyes.

He had no more questions, and no responses, so he remained silent for the rest of the drive. His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter after my response, and his irritated gaze continued to follow the road as he drove.

We got to his shitty apartment building, and even as we were entering the building and climbing the flights of stairs, he said nothing. He drunkenly fumbled with the key before unlocking the door and making a b-line for his bedroom, not even bothering to glance at me. Once again, this wasn’t unusual for him, but with how he’d acted in the car, it just felt so much more hostile that time. I stood in the dimly-lit kitchen for a moment, studying the dirty dishes piling in the sink, all of which being Percy’s dishes, the cabinets and cupboards left open without a care, and the caked-on food crumbs that littered the countertops, and felt a bit queasy. The stench of B.O. and weed didn’t help either. Before my eyes dared to investigate the smelly trash, Percy called me into his room, his voice droned across the apartment and attacked my ears. His roommates must be coming home soon. He doesn’t like them seeing me here, I don’t think.

I trudged my feet across the floor, each step heavier than the last. My heart rate wouldn’t slow down, and each time he spoke it only got faster. I made my way through his bedroom door, closed it behind me, and dropped my backpack onto the floor. It was dark, his blackout curtains blocked the sunset from shining into the room and the only things lighting up the room were his computer monitor, his light-up rainbow keyboard, and the dim, blue LED light strips around his ceiling. In front of the computer, he sat in his oversized gaming chair, and clicked around. I tried to catch a glimpse of what he was doing from where I was standing, but he was so close to the screen, I couldn’t see past his face. I looked around, waiting for him to say something, or direct me to do something, like he usually does, and examined what I could in the dark, his sheetless mattress on the floor, with nothing but a blanket and two flat, old, yellowed pillows on top. He proceeded to say nothing, or even look at me as I stood and waited. I helped myself to take a seat on the bed, nearly tripping over the bong and empty beer bottles he always kept on the floor. The mattress had so many crumbs on it, it almost felt like sandpaper. I know my house isn’t much better, but I really have no idea how he lives like this.

I sat in silence, staring around the room. I reached into my pocket to pull out my smokes and lighter, and put a cigarette in my mouth and lit it. I took a deep inhale, and it actually sort of calmed my nerves, before they were out of whack again from Percy finally saying something to me.

“What are you doing?”

I almost jumped out of my skin from just the sound of his voice.

“Just.. having a smoke..?”

He groaned, “Put it out. I have a fucking headache.”

I sighed and put it out on the ashtray next to the bong. I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands, or to keep myself busy. Usually he’s done something, or at least said something if he was really that angry with me. I kept sitting quietly, not making a sound. Maybe I needed to start the conversation?

I hesitated, but blurted out, “Um… How… was your day today?”

He didn’t respond.

“Percy?” I called out, wincing again at his name.

No response, again. I sighed. I couldn’t take this anxiety anymore.

“Why won’t you talk to me..?” I pleaded with him.

He finally turned around in his chair, and looked me up and down, saying nothing. He stared right through me, as if I wasn’t even there. It was such a cold, harsh look, I still can’t shake it from my head. He turned back around to face the computer, and finally spoke,

“Ravyn?”

My heart skipped a beat.

“Yeah?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

My face went cold and my limbs went numb. I physically bit my tongue to keep myself from saying anything else. I gnawed on my lip, and chewed on the dead skin that flaked off. I felt lightheaded. I stared around at the room again, not making any noise. He kept clicking away like I wasn’t there.

From where I was sitting, I could finally kinda see the monitor around his big head. I leaned my body to get a better view, and saw he was stalking Michelle’s Facebook. One of his favorite pastimes. I remember a few months ago when he made me install a VPN on his computer so he could keep looking at her profile. He said it was so we could watch The Office together on Netflix. Still can’t believe I fell for that one. He scrolled through her posts for a while, inspecting every single detail of each photo she posted, before clicking on Rebecca’s profile.

I don’t know much about Rebecca, really, or what happened to her. All I know is that Percy dated her before me, she’s Michelle’s sister, and a while before I met Percy, she killed herself. From all the posts I see of her, she seemed like a really nice girl. She was really pretty. If I remember right, she killed herself while still dating Percy, and if this is insensitive, God forgive me, but I don’t really blame her. I can only imagine the shit he put her through to drive her to that point, and for God knows how long. That poor girl.

My train of thought got derailed as he clicked onto Mr. Silvestri’s profile, too. I could see his body tense up as he scrolled through it. I wasn’t sure what to do besides just sit there and watch him sit at his computer. I wanted to go home. Well, not really, since I knew Percy would’ve just followed me there. I wished I could’ve just gone somewhere else, anywhere that Percy couldn’t torture me. I didn’t know where that would be though. I thought to myself, maybe the diner? Mr. Silvestri knew how bad it was, I guess, but would he let me retreat to the diner to stay away from him? I debated the answer in my head, before remembering the message I’d typed for him and Michelle. I seriously need to learn some boundaries when it comes to this stuff.

My decision-making was cut short after Percy suddenly remembered I existed, and he commanded, “Come here.”

After growling over to me, he lifted his hand to reach a bottle of Modelo sitting next to the monitor. I flinched when his arm raised, but thankfully he didn’t take notice. I stood and took a few steps toward the computer, and waited for further instructions as he remained sitting. He rose from the chair, and towered over me, staring directly into my soul. It always scared me just how much taller he was than me. He loomed over me with a look in his eyes, one that confirmed he knew just how much power he had over me. I hated that look, I always, always did.

“Sit down,” he growled again, and I immediately let my legs go weak and sat on the gaming chair. I sat my hands neatly on my knees, clasping them together, trying to hold them from trembling. My eyes darted around the desk, and admired the filth that completely enveloped it; empty beer bottles, an overflowing ash tray, condom wrappers, a bunch of dead lighters, his phone, half empty McDonald’s cups, food wrappers, used tissues, dirty plates, cups, and silverware, and random crumbs. I refused to let my hands touch anywhere near the desk.

“That’s your boss, right? Spencer Silvestri?” Percy asked, gesturing to the screen in front of me. It displayed Mr. Silvestri’s Facebook, with a picture of his old truck as the profile picture.

“Yeah, it is,” I answered as my breath hitched.

He reached over me, aiming for the mouse, and I flinched again. He clicked on another tab on the screen, displaying his email inbox, open to a message from Mr. Silvestri’s email address. My heartbeat quickened as I realized that fact, and my palms became even more clammy than before. I skimmed the email, with the only thing I caught being, “...and I just had a fucking meeting with Ravyn in my office, and she was telling me all about you.”

My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach. Why would he tell him? Why were they even talking about me? I was so confused. This couldn’t possibly be happening to me, I thought, the one time I opened up to someone about it.

My eyes flitted across the email thread some more, until I felt Percy’s large hand gripping my shoulder tight. It was so large, it sunk into my collarbone, and I winced in pain.

“I thought you said, earlier, ‘you’d never tell anybody,’” he mocked, mumbling drunkenly.

I turned my head to meet my eyes with his, and he was staring right at me, with a crazed, empty look in his eyes. My lip quivered and my eyes welled up with tears again.

I muttered, “I.. I don’t know what he’s talking about, I-”

“Bull-fucking-shit, Ravyn,” Percy interrupted, grabbing my shoulder tighter, “I’m tired of the fucking lies. All you’ve done since I came and got you is lie to me.. I want the truth. Now.”

I dropped my head down, my hair hanging in my face, blocking my view of him. I looked at my hands and they were trembling uncontrollably. I grabbed at my pants with one hand to keep it steady, and put my hair behind my ear with the other.

I began to beg, “Percy, I..”

But before I could say anything useful, I was unexpectedly flying out of the chair, as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me out himself. I tried to pull it back from him and writhe out of his grip, but it did nothing. He knew he was stronger than me, and I did too.

“Tell me the fucking truth,” he demanded through clenched teeth. My heart was pumping so fast, and my breath was so rapid, I really did feel lightheaded. I think I was almost hyperventilating. I needed to think of something, anything to get him to calm down.

“N- no, Percy, sweetie, of c- course I didn’t talk to him, I.. I think.. I think he was just trying to scare you. I didn’t talk to him all day, I.. I’m not even sure he was in today at all. I promise, Percy, please, just believe me? Please?” I pleaded with him. Usually the “sweetie” stuff worked to make him calmer. I would’ve done anything for him to let go of me.

My prayers were thankfully answered, as he yanked me to the side and shoved me toward the mattress, where I then stumbled backward onto it. I rubbed my wrist and shoulder where he grabbed me while they ached and throbbed in pain with each time my heart beat. I watched him cautiously, where he stood with his back towards me, rubbing his temples with both hands. He was quiet for a moment.

The silence was broken with a question I’d never expected.

“Do you know what happened to Rebecca?” he muttered.

I was taken aback at first, but went along with it to keep him calm.

“Yeah, kinda.. Didn’t she-”

“She killed herself. Last July,” he began, “She slit her throat. At work.”

My eyes widened and I covered my mouth with my hand.

He continued, “She used to work with Michelle, and.. She did it while they had a shift together..”

Percy paused for a moment, reaching for a case of beer tucked away under the desk. He pulled out a bottle, grabbed a bottle opener from the case, and tossed both in my direction, nearly hitting my face. He swigged from his own bottle, sighing after swallowing and wiping his mouth.

He continued on, “You wanna know who found her, Ravyn?”

I fiddled with the bottle opener, “Who?”

“It was him.. that fucking.. asshole boss of yours. Whatever his name is.”

“..Mr. Silvestri?”

My body tensed up as I felt millions of questions swirling in my head, and I felt even dizzier than before. All of this was so, so confusing, and making me sick.

“Yeah,” he continued, “he’s.. he’s the one who found her.. lying in her own blood on that bathroom floor.. He helped Michelle and her.. ‘girlfriend’, or whatever, move from New York to here after that.”

Me eyes widened, and my mouth was agape. He paused to take a sip of his beer, but noticed I hadn’t even opened mine. He insisted, “Drink it, I gave it to you for a reason.”

The taste of beer always made me nauseous, especially the shit he would always buy. I sighed to myself and popped open the cap, and took a small sip. My stomach churned.

“Everyone thinks he’s such a great guy, Ravyn,” he drawled, his words slurring together, “He’s so.. Kind, and generous, and selfless, apparently..” He started wobbling back and forth where he was standing, and collapsed in his chair, turning towards me finally. He continued again, “but what nobody talked about when it happened, was.. Why she did it.”

I took a swig to appease him.

“Do you know why.. why she did it?”

In my head, I had a clear answer as to why. “No.. Why?”

“Because of your fucking boss. He.. he killed her, Ravyn.. You know that, right?” He questioned with a twinge of hostility in his voice, “He was.. he.. he was so hard on her, and- and his fucking brother.. What was his name, Frank? Or something?”

He looked to me as if looking for confirmation. I nodded along to keep him quiet, and he sagged his head down, looking to the floor.

He went on, “He.. They both fucking.. They pushed her to the edge. And Spencer did nothing to stop it.. Nothing. At all,” he shook his head gently. Chuckling, he inquired, “You.. You probably think he’s a good guy, too, huh? Just like everyone else, right?”

My heart sank again at his question. His head raised and his gaze met mine, and I turned my head to avoid eye contact. That drunk look he had plastered on his face always terrified me, and it still does. When he started to have that stupid look on his face, that was when I knew I wasn’t in control of the situation anymore. He was completely unpredictable from that point on. He raised his bottle to his mouth and chugged the rest of the beer inside, before tossing it to the ground. I shook with anxiety as I pictured what he was describing to me. All I felt was complete shock. I had no idea that Percy and Mr. Silvestri had a history like this. I had no idea that Rebecca killed herself so gruesomely, and God, while Michelle was there, too? That’s so awful. My head was reeling just thinking about all of it.

All I could mutter out was, “Well, I.. I never knew about that, with.. With Rebecca.”

He laughed to himself and shook his head again, “Yeah, well, not a lot of people do,” he sighed. He looked down to the floor again before asking, “But, really, Ravyn.. What do you think of him?”

He stared at me with daggers in his eyes and my heart sank again. To stall, I took another sip of beer, my face contorting with the stomach-turning flavor coating my whole mouth. I needed to think of the right thing to say. I really like Mr. Silvestri. He seems like a good person, he’s always been nice to me since I started working at the American. He’s always offered me rides home, paid time off, and he’s always so friendly with me when it feels like nobody else wants to be. I didn’t believe a word of what Percy said, about him being the reason Rebecca did that. Mr. Silvestri didn’t “kill” her, it was her decision. Not his. Maybe it was because she was stuck with such a shitty person when she died. It was always someone else's fault in Percy’s eyes.

I was so unsure of what to say that wouldn’t make him even more upset than he was. He was so unpredictable though, I didn’t know what that had to be.

I took a chance and squeaked out, “No, no.. He’s a bad person for doing that.. To Rebecca.”

I held my breath waiting for his response.

He chuckled again, and gripped the armrests of the chair, “Oh, so, you like him otherwise?”

My breath hitched and my eyes widened as I realized my mistake. I rushed to defend myself, “N- no, not at all, I don’t like him at all.. He-”

“Ravyn, please, just stop with the fucking lies. You know how much it bothers me when you fucking lie. C’mon, just be honest.”

My hands gripped my beer in near terror, and my body shook again. I scrambled for words again, “Percy, no, I- I’m being honest. Really, I don’t-”

He interrupted me again, “You like him better than me? Huh? Is that it?” He rose from his seat, his fists clenched. He stared down at me like I was nothing, nothing but a pest or a nuisance just by sitting here. I was nothing to him.

My eyes widened as far as they would, and my body shook furiously, “N- no, I-”

I was flying out of my seat again like I was before, this time being dragged by the hair. He grabbed my hair close to my scalp and pulled as hard and fast as he could. I yelped in pain when I came up, and dropped my beer on the floor.

He leaned down to get in my face before he bellowed, “I know you do, slut. It’s fucking obvious.”

My eyes welled up with tears and my lip quivered again, my eyelids sealed shut. When I opened them, he was looking me up and down as if I was filth. He then started searching the room, his eyes darting from one side to the other.

He let go of me, and I fell backwards into the wall as I watched him search around, throwing things onto the floor, making a bigger mess than there already was.

I was so confused, I took a chance by asking him, “What are you-” before he interrupted me again.

He hastily asked, “Where’s your phone?

I shook more, and my question slipped, “Wh- why?”

He turned back towards me and barked out, “Where the fuck is it?”

I panicked. I didn’t want him to see my message for Mr. Silvestri, then he’d know I was lying about not talking to him. Then, I would be in major trouble with him. Please, God, just put me out of my misery already, I thought.

“I- I don’t know,” I stuttered, looking to the floor.

He had a crazed demeanor to him, an empty, cold, crazed one, before he slapped me as hard as he could, right on my cheek. I almost tripped into the mattress from being knocked back so hard, and I raised my hand to ease the stinging pain.

He got low, and yelled in my face, “Why do you keep fucking lying? What the fuck are you trying to hide?” before hitting my face again, several times in a row. Each time I yelped out in pain, each one more shrill and pained than the last. Hot tears began to involuntarily fall from my eyes. I tried to block the hits with my arms in front of my face, but he used his other arm to hold my wrists and pull them down as he hit me. The final slap he dealt was so strong, I fell back into the mattress, and down he came along with me, kneeling in front of me, winding his hand back to hit me again.

I ducked my head and covered my face with my arms again, and began sobbing as I cried out to him, “N-nothing, Percy, I- Please, stop! Please!”

“Show me your fucking phone, then. Where is it, Ravyn?” He muttered, hovering over my trembling body.

I wiped my tears and broke into uncontrollable sobs and hiccups. I tried to say something between my heaves, but ultimately I was so upset I could barely breathe let alone speak. I managed to get out between hiccups, “J- Just please, stop.. Please, Percy, please, just.. leave me alone..”

“Stop?” he mocked, “You want me to stop?”

“Please,” I cried out, “just leave me alone.”

“Then tell me where the fuck it is, Ravyn. Stop acting stupid.”

He paused, waiting for my response, but I was crying so hard nothing would come out. The longer he had to wait, the more frustrated he got, and he began raising his hand again, winding it back to hit me, slowly and deliberately. I think it was his way of trying to scare me.

I screamed out in terror and shielded my face again with my arms, and fell onto my back as I tried to dodge the incoming blow, my body bouncing off the mattress.

My eyes were shut tight, when instead of a smack, I felt his hand press against my mouth, physically shutting it.

“Shut the fuck up,” he whispered, “you’re making a fucking scene.”

I let my hands fall down onto my chest, no longer protecting my face, and I continued to sob underneath his hand. I could physically feel with my hands how heavily my heart was beating. I opened my eyes wide, and my terrified eyes met his dead ones. I continued to whimper out under his hand, tears falling down my face and hyperventilating.

For a moment, he looked at me a different way, and cocked his head to the side. I saw a faint smile crack onto his face, but it left as soon as it appeared. He sat down on the bed next to me, and ran his hand through my hair, leaving the other one on my mouth. It made me feel sick, the way that he would touch me.

He finally spoke again, “I bet he likes getting to see you like this,” while pressing his hand harder on my mouth. It started getting harder to breathe. He continued, “So fucking helpless, right?”

He moved his hand from my face down to my neck, and he started softly grabbing at it, then down to my chest, rubbing through my shirt. I took a deep inhale of fresh air, still softly crying, wishing he would get his hands off of me and leave me alone.

Everything was happening so fast, I couldn’t process what he meant by anything he was saying. Now that I had a moment to think, I realized what he was so angry about. The image flooded my head and I felt nauseous just thinking about it. I can’t believe he would think that about me, and about Mr. Silvestri.

While I was reeling from the image in my head, he moved his hands from my chest and trailed down to my hips, where he grabbed both my sides and pulled me towards him, so I would be right underneath him. He then hovered over me, my legs under him, my face right underneath his. I still cried, not daring to move an inch and make him even more angry.

“So, tell me, does it feel better when I do it, or him?” he asked.

I nearly gagged. I tried to defend myself, “No, I don’t- he doesn’t- I’ve never-”

He interrupts with a groan, “Oh, my God, Ravyn, just shut up. I know that’s what you’re hiding. You’re not a very good liar, you know that, right?”

He grabbed my face by both sides, caressing my stinging cheeks. He asked again, “Do you like lying to him like this? I wonder if he ever falls for it,” and he smiled, in this sick, lovey way.

“Answer my question,” he continued, “does he feel better or me? C’mon, just be honest, sweetie.”

I stayed silent as he rubbed his hands all over my body.

“Answer me,” he said again, this time with that angry drunk look creeping back. I cried out, sickened by anything I came up with to say.

To counter my lack of response, he balled his fist, and punched near my eye. I yelped out in pain again, and the heavy hot tears came back as I started sobbing uncontrollably again. With his left hand, he slapped the other side of my face, and placed his right hand on my neck squeezing tightly. I couldn’t breathe between the sobbing and his hand on my throat. I started to squirm from the pain of all his weight on my throat and the lack of air.

“Come on, fucking answer me. Which of us feels better?”

I could barely breathe at this point, my head reeling from no oxygen, the pain on my face, neck, and arms, and the anxiety building in my stomach for the last hour or so making all my organs do backflips. In desperation, I cried out to him, “You! You! I promise, you do!” and as I did, I clawed at his arm, pushing it away with all the strength I had in my body, but it did nothing. He wouldn’t let go.

“So you finally admit it, huh?” he said in a sickly sweet tone, and that stupid smile creeped back onto his face. He continued, “So what started it? Did he promise a raise, or something?” I could smell the alcohol on his breath, his face was mere inches away from mine. His grip on my throat got tighter, and with my crying and hyperventilating, I was close to not breathing at all.

My body flailed in distress, and my attempts to push him away got more dire. “P- Percy, let go,” I managed to get out, “Please, I- I can’t breathe,” and I started coughing, and my legs began to kick around underneath Percy to somehow get him off of me.

He finally let go of my neck, and I took a huge gasp, coughing and hacking, before breaking into large sobs again. I laid there, shaking, and covered my face, gently massaging where he hit me the hardest. I lowered my hand down to my neck where he was grabbing me, and it instantly ached and throbbed with a single touch. That, and my eye, turned into a nasty bruise the next day.

I didn’t get more than a moment to recollect myself after he had a modicum of mercy on me, since less than 15 seconds after he pulled away, I suddenly felt his hot, disgusting mouth and slimy tongue inside my mouth. My stomach wretched as I tasted his beer, and it hit me with a sharp pang, feeling as though it turned itself inside out. The thoughts he put in my head of Mr. Silvestri and I wouldn’t leave my head. The pain of his slaps, punches, and tight grips intensified tenfold, and my body was so sweaty and sticky and warm from all the crying and anxiety. Now, even my ears were being assaulted with his heavy breathing right in my face, his groans and moans making my body limp with disgust. I felt utterly hopeless as my mouth salivated uncontrollably, all of my senses colliding together to make the most horrific, mind-splitting experience I’ve ever been through.

Everything got infinitely worse by the millisecond, until it all came to an explosive and violent climax, as I vomited onto everything within about 2 feet of my mouth, including my own face, my clothes, the mattress, my hair, and best of all, Percy’s mouth and face. As soon as he felt the hot, sour, acidic mush rush out of my mouth and into his, he backed off of me immediately, and stood up in shock, coughing and dry heaving for the dramatics. I sat up as it spilled out of me, and I let it splash onto the mattress and floor, trying to avoid my shoes and clothes as much as I could.

When Percy was done spitting on the ground and coughing, he wiped his face, and roared out, “Ugh, what the fuck!?”

I continued throwing up as he screamed at me, it seemed like it would never stop. My shirt and pants were utterly soaked in my own puke, and after it finally died down, I was left there, panting and drooling. Every part of my body screamed out in pain; legs, arms, face, throat, stomach, eyes, head.

Percy stood and watched me vomit and drool onto his bedroom floor in horror, until I was done, where he swore under his breath while stripping down to just his boxers. I couldn’t watch. I knew I would throw up again.

“Are you fucking serious right now? I just cleaned up my room today, fucking really?” was all he could say.

I continued panting and wiped my mouth. I stared him dead in the eyes with a lifeless expression, meeting his horrified, shocked look.

“God, fucking- Jesus, dude, I-” he stammered to himself before getting dressed again. He continued, “I’m gonna.. go brush my teeth. Just.. put some new clothes on, alright? Jesus..” He swore under his breath before rushing out of the room, and slamming the door behind him.

I remember spacing out for a bit after he left. I think I was just processing all that happened since he picked me up. I was so dazed, I couldn’t remember the fact I was covered in vomit until I looked down and saw the undigested bits of food sitting on my shirt. I slowly got up from the bed, avoiding the puddle of puke by my feet as much as possible, and my body violently shook.

As I stood, my phone dropped from my pocket and hit the floor with a thud. I looked down at it, and recalled the text for Mr. Silvestri again. I couldn’t remember a thing about what I said, at first. I remember thinking, “What did I even write again? Something about Percy, I think? Oh, right, I was apologizing for.. something?” It’s kind of funny in hindsight.

I reached for the phone and placed it in my back pocket, and as I did I caught a slight glimpse of the sunlight from behind the blackout curtains. I stepped towards it, and pulled one of the curtains to the side, and admired the beautiful sunset that he had blocked off. His apartment was on the 4th or 5th floor, so I was able to get a good view of the skyline and all the surrounding streets, all being lit by the warm sunlight that shined down on it. The cars sparkled as they drove down the roads, and I felt the heat beat onto my face, grounding me and bringing me back from this terrible, terrible night. As I gazed out the window, the sun shined directly onto a playground by the park a few blocks away. The colors of the metal structures looked so vibrant, almost like they did when I was a little kid. I wished I could go back in time, and enjoy that just one more time, before I got into that complete fucking mess. I’d have done anything for that.

I kept admiring the playground, until I was interrupted by Percy opening the door. My heart jumped again, and I closed the curtain and faced him.

“Why didn’t you change your clothes?” he questioned.

I needed to think of a quick excuse. “I, um, needed to use the bathroom first. I’ll just change in there.”

“Well, it’s open. Be quick.”

I grabbed my backpack off the floor, and weakly shuffled out of the room, past Percy, who stared at me as I left. I closed the door behind me, and entered the bathroom.

As soon as the door closed, I broke into a stifled cry. I remember thinking to myself, “I can’t fucking do this anymore.” This was the absolute final straw for me. Things had already gotten so bad over the months I was with him, but that night was when I decided I had enough. He’d put me through worse things before, but I knew that night that I couldn’t take anymore. I looked at myself in the mirror, my eye and throat already turning a light maroon color, and could do nothing but just keep crying. My weak stomach twitched as I thought about everything he’d done and said to me, that night and previous nights. I was just so done with all of it, and I needed to escape somehow.

I thought about that playground in the sunlight, how pretty it looked. It looked just like the one I used to play on with my friends when I was a little kid. It made me feel so nostalgic, I remember, and sad, too. It kept popping up in my mind, and an idea came up in my head, too, to escape all of what was going on in that apartment. I knew this would be my best chance, so, before I could even realize what I was doing, I snuck out of the bathroom, cautious about my footsteps making noise, passed the smelly garbage and the dirty dishes and the crumbs on the counter one final time, and cracked the door open just enough to fit myself and my bag through.

I left the apartment building and began walking towards the playground. While my legs were wobbly and I kept nearly falling, the walk was centering, and relaxing. The quiet birds and rustling leaves in the wind were refreshing after all that happened at that apartment. It was a friendly reminder that at least I made it out alive, and on my own terms. I walked, one step after the other, enjoying the peace and quiet that I so rightfully deserved.

I finally made it to the playground. The sun was almost done setting, and it was starting to get dark. The whole park was empty, I think, apart from noisy wildlife in the bushes and trees that surrounded it. I saw an old wooden bench, sitting by a tree facing the playground, and I shuffled over to it and sat down, placing my bag next to me.

After I sat down, I admired the playground again, this time up close. The curvy yellow slide, and the red swing set, and the green monkey bars all reminded me of a time where life was peaceful, a life I wanted back so, so badly. I remembered the reason I was there, the person I was escaping, and I began to cry with my head in my hands, right there on the bench. It started as soft hiccups, but ended as loud wails as all the memories came flooding back to me, and I let out all the frustration, and anger, and sadness, and pain I’d endured for the last 7 or so months. I panted and my body crumpled into a little ball, where I hugged my knees and sobbed for a while. Nobody was there to hear or judge me, for the first time in a really long time. If someone was there, I’m sure they would’ve mistaken my crying for screaming. I felt so used and tired and violated, and I needed to let it out.

My sobs died down, and I wiped my face as best as I could. I bet I looked crazy, crying hysterically while at a playground. I could only imagine what my makeup looked like, it probably smeared all over my face. Sniffling, I grabbed my phone from my pocket, and turned it on, only to rediscover the unsent message one last time. I began thinking about the whole conversation with him and Michelle, thinking about what they told me. They both were so horrified with what I told them, and said he was a monster for what he put me through. They advised me to stop hanging around him, and I told them it wasn’t really my choice, whether he left me alone or not. I swore I saw Michelle tear up a bit before she had to step out for a moment, leaving me with just Mr. Silvestri, who sat quietly before saying he was “so, so sorry.” They both seemed to feel so horrible about it all. I still felt awful for sharing it with them, and making them worry. I thought I should’ve presented it a different way to them instead of sorta unloading it on them so suddenly. I don’t regret it now, but at the time, I definitely did.

It was getting progressively dark with each passing moment. I almost couldn’t see across the playground. I needed a way to get back home, but I’d just used the last of my paycheck buying Percy food, and had no money for an Uber. I sighed to myself when I came to the realization, and scrolled through my contacts, figuring out who to call. Mom? No, she’d be pissed, and she was probably high around that time, anyway. Mavis? God, no, I didn’t want her to see me like that, I hadn’t seen her in months. I’d have been horrified. Nobody seemed like they would help, except maybe Mr. Silvestri. I really, really wanted his help, but I knew he’s probably still at the diner, and didn’t want to bother him. Ultimately though, I said to myself, “can’t hurt to try, I guess,” and clicked on his contact and called his number.

Ring..

On the third ring, he picked up.

“Hey, Ravyn, what’s up?”

His voice filled me with instant relief, and sooner than I thought I would, I teared up. It sounded so much nicer than Percy’s.

“Hi, Mr. Silvestri, um,” I started, “I’m really sorry to bother you while I’m not at work, but um.. are you busy right now?”

“Don’t be sorry, you’re alright! C’mon, kid, it’s never busy here, you know that,” he joked, chuckling to himself. I couldn’t help but let out a small giggle into the receiver. He continued, “Why, what’s up, hon?”

I gulped before I spoke again, anticipating the worst.

“Well, um, I just, um.. I just left Percy’s, and uh,” I stammered, “I could use some help, um, getting home, and was.. wondering if you could give me a ride.”

The other line went quiet, and my brain filled with guilt. I immediately followed up with, “I- I’m sorry if you can’t, I’ll.. try to scrape some money up for an Uber or something, it’s alright, I’m sorry-”

He interrupted my apology, “No, no, Ravyn, you’re okay, I can come get you, no problem, absolutely, don’t worry. It’s just.. are you alright? Is everything okay?” He asked gently.

A tear fell down my cheek when he asked that. I responded, “Yeah, um, I’m alright, I, uh, I just left his apartment, and, um.. I’m just at this park a few blocks away. I walked here myself, um.. I’m alright. Yeah.”

“Alright.. I’m glad. So he’s not there with you?”

“No, no, I just.. up and left.”

He sighed in relief, and said, “Good, good.. So, where’s that park, kiddo?”

“Oh, um, I can send you the location, if that makes it easier,” I said, a glint of eagerness in my voice.

“Yeah, do that for me, thank you,” he started, “You’ve got all your stuff ready to go?”

“Yeah, I’m ready,” I sighed.

“Okay, hon. Send me that location and I’ll be there as soon as I can, alright?” he asked.

I confirmed, “Alright..”

“I’m gonna clock out now and get goin’. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Alright, yeah,” I started, and before he could speak again, I quickly interjected, “And, by the way, um..”

“What is it?” he questioned.

“Thank you, for, uh, you know.. all of this. Really.”

Mr. Silvestri paused for a second, before responding, “Of course, Ravyn. You have nothing to thank me for. I’m glad to help,” he said, before pausing again. He repeated, “See you soon, kiddo. Send me that location thingy.”

“Alright, I will,” I verified, taking a deep breath in and finally letting all my anxiety go.

“Bye-bye, hon, stay safe.”

“Bye,” I said, before hanging up the call.

I sent him my location, to which he read immediately and sent a thumbs up emoji in response. I laughed softly, exhaling through my nose, and really smiled for the first time since I left work that night. Like that, my nerves finally calmed down, my shoulders relaxed, and I waited.

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cherry-bloooom · 7 months ago

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HI THEREEE this is my first oc story that im gonna post here teehee! originally wrote in a notebook as like a rough draft then perfected it in google docs and it took me like 2 days to do so/ ~4 or 5 hours.. rough draft was written all in one sitting tho LOL took around 2 hours.

this is abt my oc percy being an asshole to his girlfriend at the time, michelle, my other oc, and him being a huge nasty slob. that’s kinda it. takes place around 2016/2017.

CONTENT WARNINGS IF U NEED IT:

alcohol/drinking, drugs, dv, rape/coercion, nsfw, slight mention of homophobia technically?? it’s literally one sentence. fortnite /j

ok hope u like it hehe love u bye click read more now to read…

Percy’s Perspective thing… idk what to call it

word count: 6.1k

I came home from a long morning of running around town taking care of errands. Rubin’s birthday is coming up soon, so my parents made me come over to their place for brunch to help them make plans for him, figure out what to get him. Right after I left, I had to grab something to eat. I was starving even though I’d just gotten done eating with my parents. I stopped at the ghetto McDonald’s me and Michelle go to. Every time we go, she complains about it, but we always end up going anyway. I came home right after that but was so mentally exhausted from being out, I couldn’t help but just lay on the couch.

Michelle was at work, like she always is around this time. I feel she works too much. She comes home stressed out nearly every day, and it never fails to ruin our night in together (never out, because she’s too stressed to even go out of the house). I try to have nice, romantic nights with her, but it seems she wants no part of it when I make an effort. It feels like she’s always resisting, for some reason. Things used to be so different between us. We always had great nights when she got off work, even when she got home late or tired or stressed, and things would be perfectly fine. But lately, she’s just been so distant and moody all the time. We’re always arguing over the little things, like when she accuses me of leaving the apartment a mess, or that I don’t help her out with anything. I feel like those criticisms are a bit undeserved. She has no idea what I do when she’s at work all day, and how stressful it can be sometimes. Like, for example, she knows how much I hate my parents, but it seems like every other day I have to spend money on an Uber to get to their house fifteen minutes away just to discuss a random ass topic they couldn’t stomach doing over the phone or text. God, even an email would be easier than the shit they pull. Or, she knows how much I hate Rubin, but I’m forced to basically babysit him for Mom and Dad while they sit on their asses and do nothing all day at work. They seriously lack the mental capacity to understand how annoying he is, and how annoying it is to hang out with him or bring him over to the apartment. They always say, “But Percy, he’s your baby brother!” But to that I say, “fuck off.” Just because I happened to be born before him doesn’t mean he’s my responsibility now. I don’t even get paid for it. I thought my babysitting days were over once I moved out, but I guess not! Halle-fucking-lujah. And she also knows how worried I am about my Overwatch league, and how often I have to practice for it. I love doing it, don’t get me wrong, it’s fun, but I hate always being glued to the computer like that. I know I gotta make some real money off of this soon, but it just stresses me out so much. Michelle really has no idea what it’s like for me, being home all day, all my duties. I wish she would give me the benefit of the doubt, just once. All she does is accuse and get mad at me for things I didn’t even contribute to.

I just wish things could go back to how they were with Michelle, my Mika, when we first met back in college, and every time we spoke sparks flew instantly. Even a year ago, things were different between us. We used to have romantic nights out, and cuddly movie nights on the couch, but now those have turned into cold, empty looks and heated arguments. That spark I loved so much is fading, and I want it back, so, so bad.

In all my sulking on the couch, I was interrupted by a notification on my phone. I reached for it, and quickly looked at the text– It was from my old college buddy Alex, in the group chat with my whole college friend group.

“Still up for tonight guys?”

Fuuuuuuuck. I had totally forgotten that I had plans with the guys for tonight. It was supposed to be all of us– me, Alex, Josh, and Andrew– going out to some bar downtown. I couldn’t remember the name of the place, let alone what time we were supposed to meet up, and couldn’t bother to check the message history and find out. Soon, the other guys chimed in confirming they were going, first Andrew, then Josh, leaving only me. I quickly thought of an excuse to not go.

“Sorry guys, my girl said I couldn’t tonite. Too dangerous to get home drunk and she has work in the morning, can't pick me up that late. Maybe another time,” is the best I could come up with.

They all typed their cries of disappointment, me remaining silent in the chat. That was until Andrew, the motherfucker, suggested we just come to my place. That way, I wouldn’t need to worry about getting home. Amazing, just what I wanted him to say.

“Yeah, sure. Be here by 4.”

They asked the address, I sent it, then turned my phone off and threw it to the other end of the couch, sighing loudly as I did. Putting my head in my hands, I thought of what to do. God, I hated hanging out with them. They haven’t matured whatsoever from when we were in college, and it’s like having a bunch of little Rubin’s running around whenever I’m with them. Constantly having to remind them to stop being so loud, so rambunctious, so, well, annoying. It reminds me of high school, where I’d be sitting at a table, minding my business, then suddenly people are flinging food at each other and screaming like banshees in heat, and I’m just sitting there, calm, collected, and irritated as fuck. I can’t stand them, I find it hard to relate to them, they’re all so immature for their ages. The only reason I wanted to go out was because we’d be drinking, and it would be fun and more tolerable. I was gonna try to pretend I didn’t know them, and wasn’t with them, and just have an excuse to get out of the house and relax on my own. Now that they’re coming here, and I doubt they’d be bringing anything with them, it’ll just be me and 3 other guys sitting in my living room like we’re boyscouts about to tell a campfire story. Is it really too late to cancel? Maybe something happened to Michelle at work, and they couldn’t come… No, because then, I’d have to keep up the lie. Ugh, god damnit.

I looked around the tiny living room, with our much too big TV and our much too small TV stand, that held my Xbox and my games, and a big bluetooth speaker I ordered for myself off Amazon. I looked at the floor, and at the loveseat where Michelle does all her reading. The house was a bit messy, but I had better things to worry about right now. I needed to start thinking about refreshments. I trudged into the kitchen and investigated our fridge, first. All I saw was a half empty 2 liter of Pepsi, some chinese takeout boxes, some chicken breasts, a barely touched gallon of milk, my case of Redbulls, Michelle’s leftover Starbucks from the other day, some steaks, some lettuce, condiments and dressings, and baby carrots. Nothing good in here, really. Then, I checked the pantry– pasta, crackers, cereal, Michelle’s spices, breadcrumbs, rice, a few picked through bags of chips, bread, 3 packs of ramen, and other random nonperishables. Not much else in here, either, I guess. I rustled around some more until I saw, in the way, way back of the pantry, a bottle of wine me and Michelle were saving for a special occasion, our anniversary, or a date night, or something. The wine itself was nothing special. It was a bottle of Barefoot, I think it was, like, fifteen dollars. Maybe I could bring this out for me and the guys tonight, to make it a little more bearable for myself. I have a feeling me and Michelle won’t be enjoying it any time soon, with how she’s been acting as of late. I know the guys aren’t huge fans of wine, but unless one of them wants to bring a six pack, then it’s just gonna have to do. I grabbed the bottle and set it on the counter, and reached in the cabinet and pulled out four wine glasses for each of us, so I wouldn’t forget to later. It’s only about two o’clock. I have some time to relax before they get here.

I pace around the apartment, completely dreading their arrival. I wish Michelle were here, so I could ask her what to do. I would call, but she never answers the phone at work. She really does work too much. I look back at the wine bottle sat out on the kitchen counter, and daydream about how nice it would be to enjoy that bottle with her. I’ll try to conserve the wine, and I think tonight, after the guys leave, and when she gets home from work, we’re gonna have a nice, relaxing night together, and we’ll talk through all the issues we’ve been having over that wine. I wanna spoil her tonight. I hope she’ll appreciate it.

I continued my pacing, and after checking the clock on the stove, I saw around thirty minutes went by. It’s almost 2:45, meaning I have about an hour to prepare myself. I’ve been eyeing the wine the whole time I paced, it looks really, really good. I pick up the bottle from the counter and start inspecting it. “Red Moscato” was the flavor, it’s deep red color making it look like some kind of fruit punch, or kinda like blood. Under the flavor, the tagline says, “Deliciously Sweet.” I’m not usually a fan of sweet drinks, but hey, it’s alcohol. In my mind, I considered popping it open early and drinking a little before the guys get here, but quickly swept the thought away, remembering how I wanted to save some for me and Michelle. Besides, I’ll have a little when the guys get here too, that’s when I’ll really need it. I continue to pace.

About fifteen minutes go by. It’s exactly 3:02. The bottle keeps enticing me. It really does look like blood, doesn’t it? I start to think about what it’ll be like when they get here. Their grating laughs, their irritating faces. Just the thought makes me wanna scream. I consider drinking it again, this time those images flashing through my head, my mind filled with dread. Maybe it’ll soften the blow when they get here. It’s now a toss up in my mind– but I knew my answer as soon as the question popped into my head again. Before I knew it I was pouring myself a decently sized glass, all for myself. It should be fine, there’s a lot left. With the first sip, my nerves relaxed, the bitterness of the alcohol adjusting them back into place. I almost chugged out of the glass, just standing right there in the kitchen. The glass was nearly empty by the time I was done with that huge first sip, so I refilled it and took my glass and the bottle back to the living room with me. I sat back and kicked my feet up, now properly able to relax.

Around 3:40 or so I heard a knock at the door. They’re here already? I groaned as it took me out of my tipsy buzzy high, and I reluctantly left the couch with a sigh to answer the door. Stumbling on the way there, I opened the door, and saw it was Andrew, the very kind, considerate guy, who kindly and courteously suggested we come to my house, without asking me first, before suggesting it. How lovely. He greets me with a pat on my back, and I notice in his hand he’s holding a six pack of Modelo. Thank fucking god, that wine was too good I almost didn’t wanna share it with these idiots. Being considerate, though, I took his beer and stuck it in the fridge, and led him to the living room, letting him know there’s already some wine in there if he wanted it, hoping in my head he didn’t.

We made small talk on the couch until I heard another knock at the door. I got up, and Andrew followed. Nearly stumbling again, I opened the door and greeted Josh, the most palatable of the bunch. He held a huge tote bag filled with snacks, as if he’d stopped at the store before coming here.

“I wasn’t sure what you had, so, I brought a little of everything, heh,” he explained. Did he not expect me to have anything here already? I sort of appreciated the sentiment, but felt a little disrespected at the same time. Andrew greeted him at the door, giving him the same pat on the back he gave me. Must be some kind of tradition among young men I’m not aware of. They started talking as they stood in the kitchen, and I barely paid any attention, until Alex showed up in the open door frame, greeting us by holding his hands in the air, one holding a drawstring bag and the other holding a case of Corona Light. The 3 stooges began hollering in excitement, huddling up and chanting and jumping up and down to celebrate their hang out sesh. I winced and my ears rang, taking the case of Coronas and placing it next to the Modelos in the fridge. They finally died down and migrated to the living room, and I reluctantly followed.

Twenty minutes have passed, and we’ve already each cracked open a Corona or two, or in my case, 3. They were sipping at them between words, and I sat there silently drinking, quick enough to get drunk as fast as possible and slow enough to not chug it. I’m zoned out, tipsy, and barely paying any attention to the conversation. I hear the chatter, but don’t know what they’re saying, until Alex brings me back.

“Hey, who brought this shitty wine?” He called out, looking to the group, laughing patronizingly. The others laughed with him and they all looked around, apart from Andrew.

“Oh, that was just some stuff I had lying around.. I didn’t feel like going out again today,” I explained, wanting to end it right then and there.

“Dude, this is some fuckin’… Some chick shit!” They all cackled. “What, are you fucking gay or something, man?” The cackling got louder. I took a large sip from my bottle in response.

Andrew opened his big mouth, “No, dude, doesn’t he have a girlfriend or something?” He stifled a chuckle.

“Yeah,” I responded, without a hint of humor in my voice.

“Bro, I forgot you had a girl, man,” Josh said. I don’t know how that’s possible, when I said it was the reason I couldn’t go out. Fucking idiot. “How are y’all doing together?” He slurred out.

I questioned whether to be truthful or to let the question pass by without giving a clear answer, but I’m drunk enough that my real answer comes out without me even realizing I’m talking. “Well..” I started, voice low and words slurring. “She’s… She’s been stressed, with work and stuff, recently, and, uh… Well, we’ve been kinda, um,” my eyes widened and I exaggerated a loud sigh. “She’s been kinda pissed off with me lately. I don’t know.. She’s always complainin’ about something.”

Alex responded, “Well that’s just women, man, that’s just how they are,” he waved his hands in the air, as if to brush it off and say it wasn’t my fault. “That’s why I can’t do none of that lovey-dovey shit. Either she’s mad at me for doin’ somethin’ stupid, or I’m mad at her for doin’ somethin’ stupid. I just.. I just can’t do it.”

Josh raised his drink in the air, said, “Shit, I’ll drink to that,” and let out a stifled laugh. Andrew lifted his drink slightly as well. I stayed still.

Alex continued, “Women are just bitches, man. Personally, what I do, is, I just pump and dump, y’know what I’m sayin’?” He sticks out his tongue, and starts making a thrusting motion, laughing. Andrew and Josh drunkenly cackle. I stayed silent and just nodded along. “But really, man, that.. that blows. I’m sorry. That fucking blows.” He then reached over the arm of the couch, and lifted his drawstring bag over and into his lap. He unfastened the strings and reached into the bag, pulling out a pre-rolled joint, a lighter, and an ashtray. “A little something to ease your mind?” he said, as Andrew and Josh went wild, cheering for Alex. He placed the ashtray on the coffee table in front of us and handed me the joint and the lighter.

God, I haven’t smoked since college. I haven’t had a real reason to since then. Yeah, I’m stressed now, but not nearly as much as I was back with constant finals and exams and assignments. It was fun. And hey, I’m already decently tipsy. What’s a little extra? Why the hell not?

After contemplating for a moment, I took it from his hand, placed the joint in my mouth, and lit up for the first time in years. That first inhale nearly killed me with how hard I coughed. The guys all laughed at me, and it annoyed me. But after they went back to talking, and my high set in, their voices were drowned out and I completely zoned out of the conversation, only ever coming back when they passed the joint to me. I enjoyed my time with them for the first time since we graduated, as I leaned back into the couch and got drunker with every sip of Corona and my “chick shit” wine, and got higher with every puff.

I don’t remember much else about the night until they were leaving. I wasn’t blacked out or anything, I just was so out of it I can’t remember anything until I came back to reality, in a way. I looked around as they were leaving, and it was dark in the living room, the TV was playing some random music I’d never heard before, and the room was a mess, with empty beer cans and bottles all over the couch and coffee table. I got up to see them out, stumbling over the garbage, and the kitchen was just as dark as the living room. The light from the stove clock illuminated it just enough though to where I could see they left all their snacks and beer. I wasn’t sure whether this was on purpose or not, but I certainly wasn’t gonna complain about it at all. We said our goodbyes, and I shut and locked the door, finally getting some time to myself, without worrying for the first time today. I grabbed a bag of Doritos and a Modelo from the fridge, and went and sat down on the couch. I turned the music off, started playing my own on my speaker from my phone, and played Fortnite on my Xbox for the next few hours.

I was so out of it that 2 hours passed by in an instant, and suddenly, Michelle was home from work. I didn’t notice until she turned on the overhead light in the living room, and shouted my name. It startled me, and sent me in a panic to shut off my game and the music.

I looked at her with wide eyes, heart beating out of my chest. “What!?” I yelled out.

Michelle stood next to the couch, still holding her purse and wore her uniform from work. She hadn’t even taken her shoes off yet. She looked at me with wet eyes, as if she had just gotten done crying. “‘What?’ What do you mean, ‘What?’” she mocked. While her eyes were teary, they still showed an intense fire, showing just how angry she was at me. “I just cleaned up the apartment this morning, and, it’s already filthy again! I mean, look for yourself, Percy!” she yelled out, looking around at the beer cans and bottles, empty chip bags, and random piles of garbage, all left by the guys, then back to me. “And, what the hell is that smell? It’s like something died in here, oh my god, it’s terrible!” she cried out. Oh shit, it must be the weed she’s smelling. I hope she doesn’t realize what it is.

“I dunno,” I stammered out.

“You ‘dunno’. You always ‘dunno’. No, seriously, Percy, what happened while I was gone?”

“I just had some of the guys over, that’s all,” I answered, “they left a few hours ago, I think.. It’s really not that bad, hon,” I say as I looked around at the state of the apartment.

“Did one of them die in here, or something? I mean really, oh my god! How do you not smell that?” she questioned, covering her nose with her shirt, wafting the smell away from her.

I tried to diffuse the situation. “..Smell what?”

She groans in response, “Ugh, whatever,” and then continues, “They left here how long ago? A few hours, you said?” she questioned. She then pointed at me, “So, why didn’t you clean up after they left?”

I’m still a little drunk, and I started to get frustrated with her. I wanted to have a good night with her and it’s already going to shit. I try to hold myself back, but blurt out, “Ugh, it’s not even that bad, Michelle. Just relax.”

“I nearly tripped trying to get in the house because there’s garbage piled up by the front door!” she screamed out, “What the hell do you mean, ‘it’s not that bad’?”

I drunkenly blurted out again, “Michelle, honey, please. Just chill out,” putting my head in my hands. I continued, “You’re really stressing me out right now.. I had a really, really long day today, and, I just wanted to have a good night with you when you got back.”

Michelle laughed in my face after I said that. “Really? What was it that made it a ‘long day’?” She crossed her arms and grimaced at me.

“Well, for starters,” I began, “I had to get an Uber to my parents, so we could plan out Rubin’s birthday over brunch, and–“

“With what money?” she interrupted.

I rolled my eyes. “..With your card,” I mumbled.

She sighed out, “Continue.”

“So.. I had to do that, then I had to stop at that shitty McDonald’s you always complain about since I was starving–“

“With what money, again?”

I rolled my eyes even harder, becoming even more frustrated. “With your card,” I muttered coldly, louder than last time. “Then,” I continued, “the guys came over, and, well, I had to be around them for like, 2 or 3 hours, or something.. You know how much I hate them, baby–“

“So, why’d you invite them over?” She interrupted a third time.

I snapped on her this time. “Why do you keep interrupting me!?” I whined out, losing my temper a bit. She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again and placed a hand on her hip. I continued, “They basically forced me to have them over! And, they, like, pissed me off the whole time, and kept annoying the shit out of me!”

Michelle was fuming, and I could tell. She let out another chuckle to herself, shaking her head and closing her eyes, and rubbed her temple with one hand, leaving the other on her hip. “Percy,” she started, “I just got done working a double at a grocery store that doesn’t give a shit about me, making $12 an hour, where I got screamed at all day for shit that wasn’t my fault,” she crossed her arms, “my feet have not gotten a break since 6 AM, since I had to be up early to start cleaning up after you. My head is throbbing, my legs, back, and arms are in so much pain. You had brunch with your rich parents, got McDonalds for yourself with my money, and drank with your friends all night. But you were the one who had a long day. Right.” She rolled her eyes as I sat there, speechless, until she caught a glimpse of the wine bottle on the coffee table, stared at it, and her eyes simply drooped as they watered again. Wondering what made her so upset, I looked over along with her, and saw the bottle was almost completely empty, enough to probably fill a shot glass or two. Did I really drink all that? I felt mortified as I looked back to Michelle, and saw she was storming off to our bedroom, where she usually takes off to during our arguments.

I leapt onto my feet and called out to her, trying my best to fix this horrible situation. “I’m sorry for the mess, I really didn’t want them to make such a huge mess, and I was gonna clean it but.. Really, Mika, I-“

She snapped her whole body around to interrupt me, pointing a finger at me and shoving it into my chest, “Don’t fucking call me that, Percy!” she screamed breathlessly, “I don’t give a fuck about whether or not you were gonna clean it. I’m so sick and tired of seeing you sit there on your ass and make it worse for me. It’s fucking disgusting. You’re a grown man and you can’t pick up after yourself? Seriously!?” She threw her arms up in the air in confusion, and turned back around in a hurry to get to the bedroom.

In one last dire effort to calm her down, I grabbed her arm, pulling her back towards me and stopping her from reaching the bedroom, spun her around, and kissed her. It’s been so long since we last kissed, and she tasted amazing. I could feel her trying to wriggle out of my grip, so I just held her tighter and kissed her harder to distract her from her own anger. She continued to push away from me, unsuccessfully, until I felt a hard slap on my right cheek. In shock, I pulled away and let go of her, and stared at her in surprise. She backed away from me creating a few feet of space between us, and she stood and stared at me with a fearful stance.

“What the hell, Percy!?”

I immediately lunged forward and kissed her deeply again before she could finally make it through the door. I grabbed her waist and the back of her head, pushing her into me with both hands. She pushed as hard as she could, nearly getting away once, but my grip on her tightened. I felt my cheeks become flushed as I kissed her and felt her body with my hands. Something came up inside me, making me need this woman more than anything, no matter how mad she was at me. I could feel warmth spreading throughout my whole body as she wriggled in my grip. She smacked me again, but it did nothing. Then another time. I simply grabbed her harder each time she hit me. She yelled between my kisses, “Percy, stop!” as she continued to push me away, but I resisted and silenced her by shoving my tongue in her mouth, deeper with each of her cries. She continued to hit me to shoo me away from her, and even began trying to pull my face away from hers by reaching her arm up and tugging at my hair and pushing at my face. I only responded by grabbing her arms and bringing them back down as she did so. By this point I was practically panting, as with each moment and each hit and tug and pull, I craved her and her body more and more. I needed to feel her entire body and I wanted her to feel mine.

I finally pulled away from her to gain some breath. My heart was pounding out of my chest, and my whole body felt so weak and tingly around her, but my grip on her stayed the same. As I pulled my mouth away from hers, I breathed in deeply and opened my eyes to look at her face. Her eyes were wide with a helpless look, an adorable look that made my knees wobble as I saw it. I couldn’t help but lean back in to kiss her again, and as I closed my eyes, I felt a large object make impact with my jaw and ear, physically knocking my face away from hers, and my whole body stumbled to the side following my head. I won’t lie, it sent me reeling, and I grabbed my jaw and caressed it to ease the pain. I looked up at Michelle, who backed away from me again, holding her purse out with her arm fully extended. I could see her slightly tremble, and she said nothing before she made her way in the bedroom, slammed the door.

I smirked a bit after collecting myself, finding her anger so adorable. I followed after her, and turned the doorknob, but it wouldn’t budge. She must’ve locked it. I tried to force it open again, using my body to try and make the door move a little, but still nothing. Still fiddling with the doorknob, I begged and pleaded for Michelle to come back out and talk to me, but she ignored me. I grew desperate and began banging on the door, trying to get it open. I needed to feel her body again, to touch her, and kiss, and taste her again.

“Michelle, please.. I just wanna talk, please..”

“We can talk when you learn how to clean up your shit,” she finally called out through the door. Just the sound of her voice made me melt.

“Baby, I.. I just really wanted to have a nice night,” I whined out, sliding my hands down the door, “why do you always have to go and ruin it for us..? Why can’t you just take care of it tomorrow, or something?”

“Oh, my god, I have work tomorrow, too! 7 to 5, plus I have to run errands tomorrow after! I don’t have the time to be your goddamn maid, Percy! I’m fucking done with it! Don’t think I’m doing shit with you until you learn how to clean up around the house.”

Again with the ‘having no time’. “I had a busy day too, hon, like I said,” I softly pleaded to her, “And I’m busy all day tomorrow, too.. I have to worry about my career taking off soon, and, I.. I have to go back to my parents again tomorrow! I just- I just don’t have the time either, I-“

I stopped mid sentence, quieting down to listen to the rustles and thumps coming from inside the room. I put my ear up to the door, listening carefully, before the door moved suddenly and I nearly fell over. I saw Michelle standing there, holding a ball of laundry, and she was wearing only a pair of pajama pants and a black bra. She let her hair down, just the way I liked it, and she had that look on her face again, with a tear streaming down her face. She coldly said as her brows furrowed, “Then you know what? If you have to go over again tomorrow, why don’t you get a head start, and get the fuck out of here.” She shoved the clothes at me, and I nearly dropped them since I was so focused on her, and her beautiful body. It had been so, so long since I’d seen her like this, and god, that face she was making drove me crazy. My face felt hot and my whole body was all wobbly again.

All I could mutter was, “Look, Michelle, I.. I’m sorry.. for acting how I did, just now. Let’s just.. can we, uh.. restart, hon?”

She looked to the side, crossing her arms over her chest and rubbing her biceps up and down. “Just.. Just go, please. I can’t do this right now.”

“No, baby, I.. I really just, I wanna make this up to you,” I said gently. I tossed my clothes onto the floor, and placed one hand on her waist and wiped her tears with the other. As I touched her, she slightly backed away from me, her body trembling again. I leaned in to kiss her, caressing her cheek as I did, and held her against me by the waist with the other hand. She resisted for just a moment, but finally gave in and began kissing me back.

My face felt hot again as we stumbled into the room, and I lead her to the bed, pushing her onto it and leaning over her as we made out. I made my way down from her jaw to her neck, then down to her chest where I left 2 hickeys. I joked with her, “I know you have work tomorrow, so, I left them there instead, heh.” She had no reaction.

I massaged my hands over her entire body, and my lips followed. I undressed myself, helped her take off her bra and pants, and kissed her one final time before pushing her onto her back, spreading her legs, and getting on top of her, positioning myself so I could see all the helpless faces she always made.

She looked a bit hesitant, almost disinterested, like she was spaced out. I gained her attention, and reassured her, “Just enjoy it, alright?”

After we finished, I fell over onto my back and breathed heavily. Michelle stayed perfectly still, before turning onto her side, getting cozy under the covers, and curling up into a ball, staying silent. Neither of us said anything for a good while. I think she might’ve fell asleep, so now, it’s just me and my thoughts until she wakes up. My mind wandered and recollected our argument beforehand. I looked to the clock, and it was already 10:30, an hour and a half since she’d gotten home. I thought about how angry she was when she walked through the door, and how upset she was while we were still talking. God, her face when she saw the wine. I definitely fucked up with that one. Well, at least the night wasn’t totally ruined, after all of that. I remembered how she’d told me to “get a head start” on my day tomorrow, and told me to go to my parents. I know she meant it as an insult, but.. it didn’t sound like a horrible idea. I have to be there a bit early tomorrow, plus I should dedicate most of my day to my league, shouldn’t I? Thank you, Michelle, for the idea.

I got out of bed and dressed myself again. I gathered all the clothes that laid outside the bedroom door, and loosely shoved them into an old backpack, before finally hearing my Mika’s voice again.

She called out, “What are you doing?”

“Oh, I uh, was thinking about what you said earlier, about me getting a head start on my day tomorrow, and, uh, I thought it was a good idea. So, I’ll be at my parents house for the night.”

She didn’t respond.

“I’ll be home before you get home tomorrow, don’t worry.”

Still no response.

I finished packing up all my things and got my shoes on.

“Is it alright if I take your car, hon?” I asked.

The only response I got was her adjusting the blanket a bit. Must be half asleep. I assume she wouldn’t need it that bad, so I reached into her purse and took her keys.

Before I left, I quietly approached Michelle, gently moved the hair from her face, and planted a kiss on her temple, before whispering to her, “I love you, Mika.” I turned back around, grabbed my stuff, turned off the light, and shut the door. I finally left the apartment, and headed over to my parents house.

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