Young Writers Society

I pushed her on the bed, looking into her eyes which were slightly glassy as she fumbled with the buttons on her shirt. I drained the rest of the liquid in my plastic cup, threw it to the ground and climbed on top of her, keeping her mouth busy as I traced her curves with my fingertips. She finally gave up on fully unbuttoning her shirt and pulled it over her head instead, throwing it to the side of the room. My lips left hers and trailed down from her jawline to her shoulder. And with each piece of clothing we took off, each memory of the pain seemed to have slipped away. I felt power as I controlled her emotions, making her feel pleasure when I wanted, causing her pain when I felt like it. The control was like a drug to me, and I continued to hold her down, roughly kissing her. My hands gripped her wrists, almost like a rope tying her to the bed. I could see the discoloration of her skin, as my grip tightened and I continued to kiss down her neck, eventually stopping at her collarbone. I reversed my way back up her chest and bit fairly hard on her neck, simultaneously a moan released from her mouth. My hand quickly released from her wrist and covered her mouth, shutting her up before she could get too loud.

Her breathing was delicate next to me as I stared at the ceiling. I didn’t know her name, and I also didn’t want to know. I moved her hand off my chest, noticing her purple and blue wrists. I didn’t realize how hard I had gripped her. I slowly sat up, swinging my legs over her bed and running my hands through my hair, feeling the tingling of tears coming. I shook my head, my drunkenness fading and the feeling of a hangover looming over me. I walked over to my jeans, grabbing my pack of cigarettes out of the worn back pocket. I looked over at the girl, and agony came over me as I realized I had taken advantage of her, I knew she was drunk. I lit the cigarette, tears slipping from my eyes. I continued to take deep breaths, letting the nicotine settle in my lungs, making me dizzy. With each draw of smoke I felt lighter and lighter. After I felt buzzed enough to continue on, I threw it out the window from the second floor onto the pavement, and quickly got dressed. I took one more look at the girl I had only known for the night, and walked out the building.

{excerpt from a novel I'll never write #8}