"God damn sun…" Twiggy rolled over to shield his eyes from the bright light that was leaking through his blinds. "Brian! Come in here and shut my…!" Ignoring the pain of his hangover, he shot up. "Oh fuck."
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He heard the muffled shout of his name through the wall and groggily opened his eyes. Damn alcohol for being so horribly good. The air around him felt oddly damp and reeked of alcohol; his hangover was starting to kick in. Too tired to realize what the unusual warmth clinging to his chest was, he cursed under his breath and tried to sit up. Only then did it come to him.
Oh no…oh no, oh no, oh no…He stared at her, at Corinne, as she slept. Please tell me I didn't... He felt her stir beside him, sending him into indescribable panic. She would never trust him again; he was no better than her father.
Her head hurt. Badly. Very badly. She also felt nauseous. She then remembered taking the tablets Twiggy had given her the night before, and chugging half their supply of beer. But she couldn't remember much past that.
Corinne, too, felt someone stir beside her, hoping desperately that it wasn't her father while willing herself to open her eyes. No…no, this isn't real. This is just a really fucking scary nightmare…isn't it?
As soon as Brian and Corinne sat up, Jeordie burst through the door and stared at them, knowing he was too late. She gaped at Brian in horrifying disbelief, utterly terrified of the man beside her.
"You…y-you-!" Tears swelled in her eyes, too shocked and scared to get the rest of her sentence out. She tightly pulled the bed sheets around herself.
"Corinne, listen to me. I had no idea what I was doing. I was so high, I-"
"You bastard!!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs, sprawling out of bed, bringing the linen sheets with her. "You sick fuck! How could you do this to me!? I trusted you!"
He quickly got out of bed and pulled his boxers on, then slowly -trying not to scare her even more- made his way over to her. "Corinne, let me explain-"
"Explain what!? That you drugged me up to take advantage of me!?" She slapped a hand to her forehead. "How could I have been so fucking stupid!?"
Twiggy moved into the room, leaving the door open. "No, we-"
"And you!" She pointed an accusing finger towards Twiggy, beginning to cry. "You probably fucked me too! Didn't you!?"
"No, I didn’t. I swear. I didn’t even touch you," he said, putting his hands up in defense.
"But how do I know you aren't lying? You were the one that gave me the drugs in the first place!"
"I know, I know, but I promise you that this wasn't my intention. I only wanted to help, and so did Brian."
She shook her head vigorously. "But how can I trust you after what he did?" Her voice was so small when she cried. Brian wished he could make her feel better, but he didn't know how to without scaring her. She choked back another sob. "How can I trust you? Either of you? How do I know you didn't force me to-"
"Corinne, all of us were way too high to think straight. I don't remember anymore about last night than you do, but I know that I'd never do anything like that to you."
"You can trust him on that, Corinne. Believe me, he'd never force anyone to do something like that. Especially not you."
She sat down against the wall and let herself cry. Could she really trust them? She barely knew them…She had confided in him…and that same night, he slept with her.
Images of her father flashed through her mind, making her sicker to her stomach than her hangover was.
She felt a hand on her shoulder and batted it away, but whoever it was, was persistent. "Just get away…please…"
"No, I can't; I won't. Not after what's happened," he looked at her face, which was tear-streaked and tired looking.
Corinne stood up and pulled her clothes on, then quickly left the room. Manson and Twiggy met her at the door. "Please, Corinne, don't-"
"I need some time to think things over…" she said quietly, and that was all she said before running across the street to her home, leaving Brian and Jeordie feeling completely ashamed of themselves.
