Secret Relationship (slow updates)

Chapter 17

Everyone does and we sit in a circle playing, I'm really far into the circle from the direction of which we are going so I just slowly sip on my drink until it's my turn.

Eventually it's my turn and I decide to spin the bottle, and of course it lands on none other than Joe. Everyone cheers about it and Joe lends me his hand to go into the walk in closet in the house.

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We get inside and I'm starting to feel a little sick but not too much, I figure it's most likely the alcohol since it's been months since I drank so much. I know I only had two drinks but my first one was 80% alcohol and 20% chaser. I thought I still had a better tolerance but here we are.

I sit on one of the poofs that's in the closet and I hear the door lock click. Joe comes up next to me and asks

Joe: Are you okay?

Me: Yeah no I'm fine something feels off, probably had too much to drink.

Joe: Oh okay, well can we talk? We don't have to do anything during these 10 minutes but talk.

Me: Joe I've said what I needed to say

I got up to head to the door when the room starts spinning and next thing I know Joe is in front of me holding me

Joe: I think you should maybe sit or lay down before you hurt yourself V

Me: No I'm leaving because I don't want to be in a room with you

I'm slurring my words and now I'm worried because I know for a fact that the amount I drank wasn't this much. I may have lost some of my tolerance but even then I know I'd be at most tipsy right now not drunk.

I try to push away from Joe and instead his grip is firm on my arms and he starts speaking again but I am only hearing parts of what he is saying, except for one sentence that sticks out to me which is

Joe: You deserve this V, you lead me on for all those years and now you're going to take what you've been begging for for the last several years. We are here because of your choices and actions, you caused this not me

Next thing I know I feel wet on my neck and notice it's Joe kissing on my neck. I try to fight him off and say

Me: JOE! STOP! GET OFF ME! I NEVER ASKED FOR THIS!

However, no matter how much I scream or squirmed it just made him angrier and more aggressive. Suddenly we are on the floor and both our pants are off, I'm in tears with my eyes close trying to block out what's happening and I hear Joe say in my ear

Joe: You did ask for this and you are going to take it! You can scream and squirm but it'll only make matters worse for you. Not like anyone is going to take it as anything other than you having a good time.

I sat there eyes closed, tears pooling, wishing that I could just die in this moment, and just stayed still. There's nothing I could do at this point other than just let it happen.

After what felt like forever the door of the closet swings open and I slightly open my eyes to see my best friend from college who has been such an overprotective brother type friend for me these last few years. He sees the panic in my eyes and Joe yells at him

Joe: GET THE FUCK OUT!

To which Brad ignored seeing the panic in my eyes. He pulled Joe off of me and punched him in the face a few times, he then grabbed some sweats from Michaela's closet for me to put on and carried me bridal style out of the room.

I buried my head into his chest trying to hide my face from everyone. I didn't want to talk about what happened just yet, let alone ruin everybody's night by worrying about me and Brad quickly caught onto that. All he told the group when they asked what happened was

Brad: She's badly wasted, I think I'm going to take her home and have her sleep it off.

Then I heard him whisper to Michaela so nobody else in the party could hear him

Brad: *Whispers* I think someone drugged her drink. She is really out of it, figure out a way to see who it was please. I have a feeling it was Joe but I'm hoping you can find a clever way to get information and let me know please

Michaela: *Whispers* Of course I will! I'd do anything for Veronica here! This shouldn't have happened to her I feel so bad.

I spoke up for first time since I came out of that hell hole and told Michaela

Me: It's not your fault, don't blame yourself. I'll be fine.

It came out slurred but I think she got the message. Next thing I know I'm in my own apartment, in bed curled up into Brad because I didn't want to be alone tonight. I think it's more I didn't want to face what actually happened alone tomorrow. Brad kept insisting he slept on the floor but I told him that I'd feel safer if he just stayed with me in bed, nothing obviously happened but I need to be close to a physical body and all my girl friends are either wasted or already asleep.

The next morning I found out that in fact Joe was the only one who had drugs that night, at least drugs that is used to put in a drink to do what happened to me. I couldn't believe it that he did that and that I accepted my drink from him.

For the next several months I kept believing what Joe said on how everything that happened is my fault. If only I never took that drink from him then I'd be fine.

It took me almost a year to stop getting panic attacks every night and stop blaming myself. I had friends every day and time it was brought up they would constantly tell me it's not my fault. It's his fault and I eventually realized they were right.