Will the pain in my life finally leave me alone with you?, chapter 2

"My place is no treat, but, hopefully you'll like it." Billie unlocked the door and pushed it open, pulling me inside with him. I closed the door with my free hand. The house was littered with cans, bottles, magazines, paper, empty fast food wrappers, and a bunch of other trash.

"Whaddaya think?" Billie looked at me expectantly.

"I love it! It's so... cosy!" I said truthfully. It was so much better than MY home.

Billie hugged me happily, and then pulled away, looking embarrassed. "I'll just go get that beer then..." Billie shuffled towards the kitchen, leaving me standing there, wishing he was still hugging me.

Billie came back out carrying two bottles of Budweiser. He handed me one, then sat down on the couch. When I just stood there holding the bottle, he put one had around my waist and bulled me next to him. I nervously opened the bottle and took a shaky sip. This was my first beer, and Billie was swigging his like a pro. The liquid slid over my tongue and down my throat. Immediately, I tool a liking to it. I gulped down the entire bottle. Billie looked surprised.

"Want some more?"

"Yes!" I exclaimed, an excited look in my eyes.

Billie chuckled. "Okay."

He came back out with an unopened case of the stuff. Ripping the box open, I pulled one out, the bottle clinking against others. Tossing the cap onto the floor among others, I began to drink again. I ended up consuming all of the case, while Billie only managed 10 total, from out of the fridge. I was very drunk and slurring my words, but Billie was hardly drunk, having built up the level of beers he had to have before becoming drunk.

I guess Billie decided to take advantage of the situation, but I was too drunk to know or care. He pushed me down on the couch and pinned me there, his face over mine. He leaned in closer, his black hair tickling my face, his lips brushing mine. Then he leaned in, kissing me passionately. Even though I was drunk, the suddenness of this all scared me. I didn't want to push him off though; he was such a great kisser. He picked me up, still kissing me, and carried me to his bedroom, rolling onto the bed, still holding me to his lips. I felt he tongue invading my mouth. Then I blacked out.

I woke up with Billie's arm around me. When I rolled out of bed, I found I was naked. Slightly scared about what had happened, I started to walk to the bathroom. Then a headache pounded. Every step the headache felt like a sledgehammer to the skull. Giving up, I slipped back into bed, still naked, and eventually fell back asleep.

"Sid! Sid wake UP!" Billie shook me, causing me to wake up.

"Go away," I muttered, turning over and pulling the covers over me. Billie pulled them off. "Leave me alone I said!" I whined, trying to get the covers back. After playing tug of war for a while, Billie got them away from me and threw them on the floor. "Fine." I rolled over again, my eyes still closed.

"Sid!" Billie shook me again.

"No."

"Fine." I felt him getting onto the bed. He sat on my legs; I could feel his jeans scratching my knee.

"Billie! Get off!" I whined again.

"No!" he scooted up to my stomach. "Get up."

"No. YOU get OFF."

"No."

"Yes."

"Do you have any idea what kind of power I have over you right now?"

"None," I said defiantly.

"A lot," he replied. I felt his fingers brushing my skin. I felt his face lean over mine, I felt his lips push against mine. Still, I refused to get up.

After he pulled away from me, I continued to keep my eyes closed.

"You're so damn stubborn," he muttered, finally getting off of me.

I smirked, then began to shriek as he picked me up and began walking.

"Billie!" My eyes flew open to reveal his smirking face. He dumped me in a chair that was in the corner and crawled on top of me.

"I knew I could get you to open your eyes." He smiled.

I stuck out my tongue, and he kissed it.

"Eww! Billie!" I squealed, pulling my tongue back into my mouth. He laughed.

"You sure got drunk last night."

"Yeah, I have a headache the size of a mountain though."

"Well, at least you aren't throwing up."

"Good point."

"Do you even remember what happened last night?" he said seductively, his breath hot against my face, his clothes soft against my still bare skin.

"Do I want to?" I laughed.

"Depends on whether or not you wanted to stay a virgin," he whispered in my ear.

Oh god. That was the worst possible thing he could have said. I mean, I didn't care that he had taken advantage of my drunken, defenceless state, any sane guy would. But...only I and a few men knew...I wasn't a virgin.