Chapt. 3

♡Ella's P.O.V.♡

Damien unlocks the door and we enter.

He opens the fridge and takes out a can of beer.

Let me rephrase that...he takes out 5 cans of beer.

"Damien, you drank enough at the party. Stop drinking or you're going to get too drunk." I advice him.

"Come on, babe. This is nothing. I'm Damien De Ville. I don't get drunk." Damien said while smirking.

"Suit yourself." I said as I made my way to the living room.

. . . . .

Half an hour had gone by and I was just finding something else to watch other than Keeping Up With The Kardashian's when I heard Damien calling me.

"Ella!" Damien called out.

I sighed, getting up before walking towards the kitchen.

"What is it?" I ask as I walk into the kitchen.

"You have pretty eyes." I blushed until I spot 5 empty cans of beer all over the counter.

"Damien." I said.

"Yes, Ellie?" He smiles goofily, melting my heart in the process.

"I think its time to go to bed." I say, trying not to show my feelings.

"But it's still early..." He slurs.

"No, it's not." I say, sternly. "It's already past midnight."

"No." He protested before passing out.

Great just great. I would leave him but . . . he basically saved my ass back there and I would feel bad.

There's only one solution.

Carry him.

10 seconds later

"OH MY GOD!!! HOW HEAVY ARE YOU?!" I exclaimed, breathlessly as I basically dragged him up the stairs.

I was halfway up the stairs and gasping for air. His stupid heavy ass muscles are killing me. Is this really what my life has come to?

Finally reaching up the stairs, I managed to catch my breath before grabbing his ankles and dragging him to his room. Sorry Damien.

I stand on his bed to pull him by his hand onto the bed and after that tiring work out session, I plopped down on his bed, laying beside him to catch my breath.

I take one look at him remembering the almost kissing incident earlier, smiling at the thought. I sat up and just as I was about to get off the bed, I felt him grab my hand pulling me back and pining me on the bed.

He was straddling me, his eyes staring into my soul as he looked down at me.

But this position reminded me of something horrible. I didn't want to think about it and I didn't have to because the next thing I knew, his lips were on mine and I forgot about everything on my mind.

He slowly pulled away, his lips lingering above mine.

"You still owe me a kiss."

. . . . .

I wake up in the morning and realise it's a Saturday. I recalled my dream last night and smiled at the thought of it -and since when was my bed so muscle-ish. Also, I'm starving.

Wait, beds aren't muscle-ish.

I open my eyes and scan the room I'm in. Shit, this isn't my room, is it? And last night wasn't a dream, was it? I jump out of the bed in Damien's sweatshirt almost stumbling on the floor. My eyes widened as it found its way to Damien who is currently only in his boxers. Holy cow. Oh, no. I need to leave. Now.

(A/n: no, they didn't do the deed...)

. . .

I open my house door which is thankfully, open, only to be greeted with Ashton sleeping on the couch still in his clothes from last night.

I closed the door, gently and quietly hoping I don't wake him up. Hoping. But let's just say the universe decided to make my life harder.

"I'm awake!" He said, half awake as he jolted upright.

"Okay." I was just heading upstairs when-

"Are those Damien's clothes?" He asked.

"Maybe, whyareyouasking?" I said very fast.

"No, reason. You guys didn't do any-" I cut him off.

"Ew, no." I gulped thinking about last night. "Okay,bye."

I ran up to my room and plop down on my bed. Thinking about last night. Smiling. Okay, what the hell? No way my crush/brother's bestfriend/schools badboy/hot neighbour just kissed me last night. Wait, did that count as making out? Well it was just small feather-like kisses on my neck,my jawline,my collarbone and my...lips.

"You still owe me a kiss."

I squeal with my face in my pillow in excitement.

But the excitement was short lived when I recalled what happened before that.

The way I could still feel his dirty hands touched me as his dirty lips touched mine. I felt so disgusted, I could throw up.

That's exactly what I did.

I rested on the side of the toilet bowl for a little while. I got up and washed me mouth before leaving the bathroom.

It's been a year but I still can't forget about it.

I felt a tear stream down my cheek.

Why do these things always happen to me?

Why can't women have fun, wearing whatever the fuck they want without being bothered by men?

I heard the bell ring downstairs.

"Hey man." I heard Damien's voice. I could almost feel them doing their bro handshake thing.

The rest of their conversation was just mumbles and I couldn't quite make anything out.

. . . . .

TRIGGER WARNING!!! (R4pe & sexual assault)

His hands were all over my body, touching me wherever he could but I couldn't move or make a sound. I was paralysed. I had to watch as he unzipped his pants while I tried as hard a possible to move or at least scream - but I couldn't. I was stuck and there was nothing I could do about it.

I gasped for air as I jolted out of bed, terrified.

I quickly turned on the lamp on my nightstand and looked around my room. I'm alone. Alone and safe. There's no one here but me.

I clutched my blanket in my fist and tried to even out my breathing, placing my hand on my chest as I did so.

You're safe.

Ashton's in the next room, if anything happens he'll be right here. Nothing and no one can hurt me. I'm safe.

I thought to myself as I tried to shut my eyes and go back to sleep but I couldn't. Everytime I closed my eyes, I see him. I see the guy from the party. I see every guy who's ever harrassed or assaulted me.

It's hard.

. . . . .

"Damien, told me something yesterday." Ash suddenly said as we were eating breakfast.

"So?" I questioned before thanking Maria, who was basically our nanny even though she was just a maid, for my plate of breakfast.

"He told me you had a panic attack at the party." He said, looking at me questioningly.

"Is this true, mija?" Maria questioned, propping a hand on her hip.

Seriously, Damien?

"Yeah, it wasn't a big deal." I shrugged, munching down a piece of bacon.

"Elena, didn't I tell you? You must always tell me when something like this happens!" Maria exclaimed, slightly angry.

"It slipped my mind." I muttered.

"Slip my mind, my ass. Next time this happens again, you come straight to me. I'll give the boy a good beating." She scowled shaking her head.

I laughed slightly but covered it up with a cough.

"This is funny to you? Huh?" She questioned, challengingly.

I quickly shook my head and cleared my throat. "Of course not, Maria!"

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