Gone

The next day, it took me a minute to realise where I was. I didn't even remember falling asleep. When I woke up I was lying in Amber's bed. I rolled over to see a human shaped lump under the covers. When I poked it, it moved, flailing an arm in protest. It was a while before I finally gathered up the courage to pull the blankets down. I sat there, horrified and scared out of my mind, as Josh squinted at me. He sat up slowly and cracked his back and his neck.
"Wow," he yawned, "someone likes it rough,"
I hated the way he did that. I was so sick of him and his sexual innuendos.
"Don't believe me?" he grinned.

He lifted up his shirt revealing several scratch marks on the front of his stomach and on his back. My stomach dropped. We didn't, did we? We couldn't have. I'd never do that. Would I though? Last night was blurry. I had no recollection of anything that had happened. I just hoped I hadn't done anything I would regret.
He laughed at the expression on my face.
"To be honest, I didn't know you had it in you," he continued, "you definitely showed me,"
My body shook furiously as I stood up. Suddenly, I didn't feel so good.
"Are you sure we-" I choked out.

If I said it out loud it would become a reality. Truth was, I already knew the answer. He wore the proof. I just wanted him to confirm it. I couldn’t believe how stupid drunk people could be, how stupid I could be. This was one of the many reasons I didn’t go to parties. The aftermath was usually horrendous and this 'morning after' was no exception.
“I tried to keep you away but you couldn’t keep your hands off me,” he said.
He slipped his arms around my waist and let his hands glide down the figure of my body. He breathed down my neck, sending shivers up my spine. I smacked his hands and elbowed him in his stomach.

“Don’t touch me,” I growled, “or I’ll cut your balls off in your sleep,”
He chuckled as he moved his hands away slowly. I could tell he was enjoying this. There was no way, after what he had just owned up to doing to me, that he would ever get anywhere with me. I was done so done with assholes. Hell, I was done with people in general. I was embarrassed. Why did I have to go do it with him. Why couldn't it have been someone more pleasant, someone who didn't make me want to slap them every time they opened their mouth?

"I'm not putting up with this bullshit. You might be proud of what went down last night but I'm not so keep it to yourself." I said.
He didn't answer.
"Now, if you'll excuse me," I continued, "I'm going to go find Amber to say goodbye. Don't follow me,"

Notes

YAY CHAPTER EIGHT IS DONE