I smile as I see his car pull up. I knew that he was going to give me shit for missing my bus again. He rolls down the window.
“Hey sweetheart need a ride?” I just roll my eyes as I get into the passenger seat.
He spends the entire trip trying to make me wet my pants by going 180 km around the corners. Not going to lie, I nearly did wet myself. We get to his house in under 20 minutes, thanks to his reckless driving. We talk about the meaningless shit that has been happening in our lives since we last saw each other. He heads straight to the fridge and pulls out a bottle of Gin with a smile on his face.
“Oh my God you actually weren’t kidding when you said that you had something for me!” I squeal excitedly. He gets out a glass and pours me what we call a ‘Juls Drink’ – meaning that it is strong as hell and dangerous as anything.
“Drink up” He says with a wink. We continue talking about the usual, the girls that he is fucking and the trouble that we have both been getting into. It doesn’t take long for me to finish my drink and it has already gone to my head. I start giggling as I sit down on his bed. He makes me another drink; it tastes a bit stronger than the last. When I near the end of it he leans over and starts pulling the straps on my dress down, my bra in full view. I don’t think much of it when he stops to pour me another drink. Part of me feels like I am making a mistake so I gulp it down faster in an effort to make me feel better about what is going on. He gets bolder and pulls the cups of my bra down exposing me.
He starts just thumbing my nipples, getting them hard and getting me wet. Then he leans down and takes one in his mouth, I moans involuntarily as I put my drink down in an effort not to spill it. He kisses me roughly as he pinches my nipples. I can feel my head spinning as a zip goes down. And the last thing that I can remember before it all goes black is him pulling his pants down.
It takes me awhile to come around. It’s the bumps on the road that wake me up. I try to stop the world from spinning as I open my eyes. It isn’t like before; he is gripping the steering wheel tightly as he takes the corners faster than I have seen him do.
“What the fuck happened?” I ask my mouth dry. He doesn’t turn to look at me.
“You fell asleep and now I am driving you home, that’s what happened.” I don’t say anything else.
Suddenly the car feels very uncomfortable. He pulls up to my house after a few minutes of awkward silence. I open the door and stumble out, the alcohol still affecting me. He peels away from the curb with a screech and races back up the road. I stand there for a few minutes not sure what to think. I take off my shoes and find the key that I hid for myself earlier on. I look in the mirror and see that my eyes are bloodshot and my pupils are dilated. I sit down on the toilet and nearly cry with pain.
He might pretend that he doesn’t know what happened but I have a pretty good idea of what he did to me.