sleepover pt.2

I wake up at around 3am. It's dark, Yuta is spread on top of me and he's quite heavy… plus I need the toilet. Sleeping like this was very hot and uncomfortable, and I make a mental note never to ever go to a sleepover again. Groaning and shoving away Yuta's body I pull myself up and start to slouch to the bathroom. My legs are aching, not because anything major happened but because of the all the tension that went on and has now left all my muscles feeling paralysed. I also feel raped and rid of privacy. Maybe this is just part of a relationship, and I should stop being so anti romantic.

Yuta has a bathroom directly in his bedroom so I make my way in there, leaving the lights off because I don't want to look at myself in the mirror. I don't want to see this new fake Harris who slept with a guy, who's privacy was invaded, who can't even be intimate with someone he loves and who can't break relationship with a total creep sadist.

I don't ever want to look in a mirror again, infact.

After using the toilet as best as possible given the situation, I succumb to the lighting because I don't want to leave piss on the toilet. I keep my head down and only see a glimpse of my sorry looking reflection… head down, stripped to my pants… hair covering my eyes.

What a sorrowful figure.

Upon glancing a little too much to my left I see a shadow behind the shower curtain in the reflection. Distracted, I start to investigate by walking in different areas of the room to see if its just a trick of the light or maybe my shattered brain… but no. It looks like a person lying in the bathtub taking a bath.

There's even a steady 'drip, drip, drip,' coming from behind the curtain. Didn't Yuta say we'd be alone??

I slowly approach the curtain, only stopping to breathe when I'm right up against it with my hand on one side. I don't want to invade someone's privacy, I would never put someone through the embarrassment engulfing me right now. I don't know if I should check or not… so I just peep very carefully, with one eye round the curtain… and then breathe;

"Oh my fucking god."

In the bathtub is Adam, his head lolling backwards so his swollen lips are parted with his tongue hanging out. His eyes look terrified, tears streaming down his cheeks and creating trails in the sticky red thing covering his body and colouring the water.

Blood.

The water is bleached deep scarlet, hiding his body which is naked with slashes all down his neck and shoulders.

Who did this? But I know who did it. And I know what he did.

I can't help it. Unthinkingly I grab Adam by the upper body, heaving him out of the bath and grabbing a towel to stop the bleeding. My breathing is jagged and my hands are shaking uncontrollably… but I'm not even surprised anymore. I know things like this are bound to happen, especially after the day I met Yuta again. If only I could go back in time and never have gone to sixth form college.

"It's okay," I reassure the lifeless body with a breaking voice. "Adam it's okay.. it's okay."

Tears pouring openly, I run into Yuta's room to confront him… only to find him standing in the middle of the room with his veins showing unnaturally and a wide smirk on his face.

"Hi baby," he growls, holding out his hand. "Are you okay? Mad at me, are you?"

"W-what did you d-do??" I stammer, my breath coming out in desperate bursts. "WHY DID YOU HURT HIM??"

"No, you did." Yuta takes a step towards me and starts to laugh like a maniac. "This is all your fault you stupid fucking manwhore. Now get into bed, like a good boy."