Living With The Player

**CAMILLA RENÉE**

TUESDAY EVENING.

ST JOHN’S HOSPITAL.

“Dylan…”

I bite back on my lip, so hard that I couldn’t stop until I tasted my blood. I withdrew my hold and looked around for a seat instead.

“You don’t need to seat down. You need to explain to me and then I decide if it’s good enough, if it is we’ll see, but from the look on your face you’re going to leave because it’s crap.”

“Dylan..”

“Speak. Why didn’t you tell me?”

I exhaled slowly.

“What do you remember from that night? The kiss? Anything else?”

“That’s not the question.”

He retorted narrowing his gaze.

“Maybe it should be. If you’re sure you know everything, I doubt you’ll be so mad now.”

“What else happened? I have an idea of what happened right? Alright then. You tell your side of the story then we can go back to how you kept it away from me for two years.”

I stood on end, swallowing hard.

“Well…”

He trailed off waiting for my reply.

“What did you remember?”

“How is that relevant?”

I winced at his tone. Not good. I hate how he is to me.

He’s cruel.

“I don’t want to start all over and bore you or something.”

I replied after seconds of gathering the momentum to speak.

This side of Dylan I evoked, it’s terrible.

“It’s in bits and pieces. I was drunk wasn’t I?”

I nodded quickly.

Releasing a breath, he moved on the bed, still lacing his arms together, the angry look on his face not changing in any way.

I sighted a chair at the corner honestly wishing he’d let me a seat. My legs are wobbly, shaking out of fear.

“We met at a party. We didn’t meet so much as you attended it and I did because I was angry and felt that was the best way to let out some steam….”

I trailed off with an unexpected sigh.

“Then…”

He arched his head forward.

It seems as though he doesn’t recall Brandon. He just recalls the kiss.

He thinks we hooked up at the party or something then I just walked away.

“You saved me.”

I stated.

His face curved in confusion confirming my conclusion seconds ago.

He didn’t recall that part.

No wonder he’s so mad.

“Saved you from what Camilla?”

His tone shifted from annoyed as earlier to concern. It was etched as the words rolled over his tongue.

I gulped down.

“It’s over two years now when I attended that party. I watched you walk and along the line, I met Brandon.”

“Brandon? Wait for a second, what are you talking about?”

Without responding, I took a few steps to seat down.

My legs couldn’t hold me anymore.

Okay. I can do this

“Two years ago, I had a terrible night. The worse experience but it was also the best night of my life. I’ll tell you everything.”

-TWO YEARS AGO.

Brandon’s tongue drove into my mouth, I sat livid as he deepened the kiss.

As I expected, he tasted only like alcohol. There’s the good metallic taste you get, the kind that makes you want to take your clothes off in an instant then there’s the bad kind, the one that makes you want to puke, you feel dirty and it’s simply gross.

That’s this kind. Yup. The bad one.

His hands slid down from bare back up to my waist, he pulled me closer.

“So many things I’d like to do to you.”

He commented, I whimpered underneath my breath. His lips went to the side of my ears, gently nibbling.

Before I could respond, he had me picked up, his hands securing my waist to keep me from getting out.

Everyone was either wasted or dancing, maybe both, too engrossed in their affairs to notice my weak protests.

His grip was far too tight, I didn’t stand a chance to get out.

At the end of the corridor, they were at least four rooms. He selected any one of them, pushing the door open and practically shoving me inside.

The room was spinning quickly.

I think I’m more than tipsy now.

I didn’t have that much to drink. Did I?

My hands flew to the side of my head, soothing my temples to lessen the pain.

The sound of the door shutting echoes in my ear, I look forward and see him marching towards me. He has a look in his eyes.

It’s hunger. Lust. Thirst. Intense. Very intense.

I can barely see. Barely. I step a little backwards and the back of my leg hits something wooden.

I manage to turn. It’s a bed.

The situation is slowly dawning on me.

He’s going to rape me.

I’m going to get raped. I didn’t think this through did I?

I yelped.

“Help me.”

I can barely hear through my words no one on the outside will hear me.

Brandon’s two feet away and I’m drunk as hell.

I whimper again, squeezing my eyes, preparing myself to kick my way through if I had to.

If he’s raping me, I’ll put up a fight.

Just then, the doorknob twisted then creaks, I snap my eyes and just as I, Brandon turns and face the door.

Dylan Emerton.

He strides in slowly, his confused eyes switching between both of us.

Without thinking, I brush past Brandon and get out nearly hitting the ground.

Dylan pulls my arm before I can slip through the door, I wince a second time, my eyes switching to him.

Instead of lust like Brandon’s, there’s the only concern.

Tightening his grip, he turns back to Brandon with a glare them storms away pulling me.

****

We’re outside where the noise is a little better. The party never ends. They just stop when the sun comes up. I don’t think I’ll ever come to one of these. I made a terrible choice.

What in hell was I thinking? I nearly got raped. If Dylan hadn’t opened that door, he would’ve..

I shake my head vigorously to clear the thoughts. They only return.

I’m drinking water I think although it has a funny taste.

How many bottles did I have?

Dylan is still chunking down tequila. From an entire bottle. He’s not slipping, this must be the hundredth time he’s having alcohol.

“Thank you.”

I mumbled gulping the little water left.

“For what?”

“He was going to rape me.”

I shuddered at the very thought.

“You’re welcome.”

He slurred.

Inching forward, I pull at the strand of hair threatening to fall.

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He yells. I chuckled, resting on the car

“What was that for?”

Narrowing his gaze, he took one more shot.

“It’s good luck.”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Really?”

I held up the hair, leaning further into his skin, dangling it over his face.

“Mmmm”

I replied, nodding my hear

Pulling back, I moaned in pain as well, having to lean my head into his chest.

“Sorry.”

He mumbled, his finger reaching for my ear

“What’s that?”

“Your earring It must have accidentally got in mine.”

He held it to my face. I giggled a second time.

“Here. It’s cold.”

Taking off his hoodie, his shirt got raised a little and I got a tiny peek of what’s under.

“A picture?”

He teased. I turned away immediately, grabbing the hoodie then putting it on. He zoned in on a few students, watching them work.

Looking around, my eyes widened in the realisation of how late it’s gotten.

I’m dead if my parents call someone to check on me and I’m not home.

Fuck!

“Thank you for tonight.”

I muttered again, plopping myself upwards to peck his cheeks.

He turned at the same time and I ended up kissing him. Unintentionally

It was barely five seconds, enough to get the good kind of alcohol taste.

I pulled away quickly, my fingers shaking due to the cold or maybe it was the kiss.

Before he could react, his phone began ringing. As he turned away to answer, I took a deep breath and faced the other side, running back into the party to take the side entrance where I boarded a cab and went home.

Luckily no one had come, I took off all my clothes hopping into the shower to wash off any remains of Brandon.

Shivering slightly, I stepped out and crawled into the bed.

I ended up falling asleep in nothing but his hoodie.

-PRESENT TIME.

After my little storytelling, I relaxed further into the chair, taking in his facial expressions or the lack of them.

I couldn’t quite pinpoint any.

I’m not sure what I was looking for though.

Maybe Anger at me for lying.

Hurt for the same reason. I don’t know maybe he’d even laugh at how defenceless I was that night.

Pain because his head was hurting. Pity because I’m a girl. Nothing. Nothing.

I guess this is what numbness looks like.

After a few seconds, he finally spoke up.

“So… my hoodie?”

He raised both brows at me.

****

*Author’s Note*

*Cat’s out the bag!! Finally!! You’d think this is where it gets okay. Well…. the drama is only beginning!!! Don’t forget to drop your thoughts.*