Chapter 2

Chapter 2

"You were drunk-"

"So were you but you didn't wake up handcuffed to the bed! What the hell?"

I swallowed and looked away. She had every right to be angry but so did I. My resolve built up I turned to look at her. She was still glaring at me but I found myself getting angry too.

"You got drunk and tried to beat of five guys! Every time I left you alone in here you got up and went out to the living room. You'd always take a shot and then go after them again!"

"Liz, why was I attacking them again? Oh right! I was protecting your ass!"

"I didn't need your protection Sarah! Damnit! I didn't want you to get hurt, nor did I want a lawsuit on our hands! So yes! You're handcuffed to my bed for everyone's safety. Suck it the fuck up!"

She was still glaring at me. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it again. She turned to look at her right hand. It was handcuffed to the iron headboard. I had a fondness for antique looking things and furniture that made sex enjoyable.

Sarah then found her strength to twist in the handcuffs a bit, it was loose enough to provide some comfort, and leaned up on her elbow. She looked down at me again and laughed a little.

"Why do you have handcuffs again?"

The question sparked a startled laugh out of me. That was not the question I was expecting. I decided long ago, after a lot of internal conflict with myself, that it would not be something to be ashamed of.

"I like sex."

She looked at me like I was crazy for a second and then shook her head with a small smile on her face.

"Okay. Now get me out of these damn things."

I smiled back at her softly and sat up, moving my legs off to the side of the bed. I ended up hanging on for dear life because the room started spinning like a merry-go-round. I groaned and heard Sarah laugh.

I growled in reply and walked over to my closet. Each step felt like it took five minutes. Each movement of my body felt like I was being weighed down by a ton of bricks. I finally made it to the closet and found myself hesitating at getting into my secret stash. What if Sarah thinks it's disgusting and then runs away... after I take the handcuffs off her? I wo-manned up and leaned down to reach for the box. I opened it and searched.

Sarah started moving the handcuffs back and forth on the headboard. I looked back at her and she smiled.

"You have a box?"

"Yeah and?"

She shrugged and, still grinning, raised an eyebrow at me.

"I didn't know you were into this sort of stuff."

I sighed. Great.

"I am it's just light foreplay stuff. I'm not a BDSM nut or a Grey-an."

"A Grey-an?"

I turned at her and laughed at her face.

"50 Shades of Grey? The really horrible BDSM fan-fiction that everyone has been talking about for the last year or two?"

She tilted her head up in a self-defense move.

"I've read that book. I liked it."

I shook my head at her and turned back to the box.

"You would."

I heard her huff.

"And what's that supposed to mean? It was a good series! I enjoyed the way the author wrote descriptively and persuasively."

I turned and looked at her, dumbfounded.

"It's a fan-fiction written about Twilight. It's a poor reflection on BDSM. If what's-his-face really cared about what's-her-face then he would have let her read the 'contract' all the way through and sign it. If he truly wanted her to be his submissive, he would have explained everything to her before they started. He would have taken care of her after they had done something. She wouldn't have been in that relationship to 'change' him or hope she can fix him and bring him into the light.

"It's a book about an abusive relationship and teaching the world a poor inaccuracy of BDSM and relationships."

She looked at me, tilting her head.

"I didn't know you felt that strongly about it, Liz."

I turned back to the box again, feeling foolish.

"I just don't like poorly researched or written books. It's wrong to make society think something that isn't exactly true."

There was quiet for a while as I searched through the box. There wasn't a key in there. I could have sworn I put it in the there. Shit. I stood up and turned to look at Sarah. She was looking at her nails with drastic attention.

"So... Sarah... funny story!"

She looked up at me and waited then drew the sentence and the opened box together.

"No... Hell no! Are you fucking kidding me? You can't find the key?! What the hell, Liz?!"

I put my hands up in the universal sign of surrender. I waited until she got the rant out of her system. It took several minutes for that to happen, when Sarah let's it rip she keeps going until it's all gone.

"I know. I'm a horrible person and friend, blah blah blah. It's not like I did it on purpose, Sarah! Can you get your hand wiggled free at all?"

She looked annoyed again.

"You don't think I haven't tried that? Of course I've tried that! It won't work unless I had something to ease it out."

"Like grease? We're out of grease but I can look in the fridge for butter or something."

"Do that."

I rolled my eyes at her. I walked out of my bedroom door and down the hallway, taking in the amount of destruction that the party had caused. It wasn't as bad as the last one. There were several people who had passed out on our sofa. Cups were, of course, everywhere and all the booze was gone. I shrugged at the mess and continued on my way to the kitchen. There was even more of a mess. I went to the fridge and found that all of our leftovers were gone. Someone must have gotten the munchies or something. I'm not going to question it.

I looked in our butter dish and saw that there wasn't any. I looked for olive oil, Crisco, Mayonnaise and many more other things. Someone must have gotten the munchies and shared it with others. I went to the bathroom and passed by my door. Sarah saw me and yelled as I was passing by.

"Someone bring marijuana again?!"

"Yeah!"

I grabbed a bar of soap and a glass of water, hoping that this would work. Sarah would flip her shit if we had to call someone to come saw her out or something.

I walked back to my room and held up the glass and soap. She snorted and nodded her head. I dipped the soap into the water and then my hand in the water. I wet around her hand and started "greasing" her wrist and hand.

It was a small hand and wrist but they were strong. She sometimes would starting writing a story on a napkin at a restaurant or a pad of paper she often forgets. Her middle finger had that callus that shows she writes a lot. Its skin was dry because she often forgot to put lotion on and it had cracked in some places. Her nails were bitten down to the stubs because she couldn't be bothered to use nail clippers. My hands worked to slick her hand up.

"Liz, what's wrong?"

I looked up at her. I spaced out again. It's been happening more lately as of late. I shook me head.

"Nothing. Okay try it."

She wiggled her wrist around and almost got it out but it stuck around her knuckles. I soaped it up more and it slid out easily. She wriggled it out and rubbed her wrist. There was an indent where the handcuffs had been over night.

"Sorry Sarah."

She looked up at me and must have seen something in my eyes because she smiled softly at me.

"Don't worry about Elizabeth. I get why you did it. Next time, lock me in the bathroom."

Yeah... next time.

(A/N: ***Disclaimer***- In no way, shape, or form am I saying 50 Shades of Grey is a bad book or series. This is just one viewpoint/ controversy on the book.*** Updates will be sporadic. Happy Reading! XD CSwartz) **Unedited**