A1: The Don (GirlxGirl)

Chapter Five

I continued walking towards the front door of her apartment. "Come on. Don't be a testa di cazzo." It was hard not to laugh especially with her constantly calling me testa di cazzo. Part of me wished I never told her my mom called me that. I reached for the door knob of her apartment door, but she grabbed me from behind. Much similar to the way I did last night when she tried to walk away from me. "Don't leave me, Andy. I'm sorry." She began repeatedly kissing me on my cheek and I tried my hardest not to crack a smile.

I turned around to face her and she gave me a pout. Without even blinking, she began singing to me, "I know you love me. I know you care. Just shout whenever and I'll be there." Of course, a huge and goofy smile spread across my face. "See, there we go. You're smiling! I knew you really weren't mad at me!" I hated what she did to me and I hated how much I felt for her so early. It was driving me f-cking crazy.

Without any warning, I pressed my lips against hers and grabbed her by her waist. She didn't fight it and her hands wrapped around my neck. Our kiss was intimate and passionate. Her tongue rolled against mine and it felt so good just to f-cking kiss her. I couldn't even imagine what f-cking her would be like.

My body was getting hot all over and my hands were itching to move past her hips. I began backing her up against the nearest thing, which was the wall. She gasped when her back hit it, and I pulled her up by her thighs so her legs could wrap around my waist. She broke away from the kiss to catch her breath and buried her face into my neck. She kissed it softly. I kissed along her jaw as her hands wandered up my shirt. She grazed her nails into my stomach and I let out a sharp breath. "I f-cking want you," I muttered.

I pulled her from the wall and walked over to the kitchen where I sat her on the counter. She rolled up my shirt and I took it off. Her lip tucked between her teeth as I began kissing along her collarbone. My hand began going south down her stomach and into her sweatpants. Her breath hitched and suddenly she grabbed my arm. "F-ck. I can't. I'm so sorry," she suddenly said.

I furrowed my brows. "Did I do something?"

"No. It's just...it's stupid." I stepped back from Delaney and grabbed my shirt. I was so f-cking stupid. I hope I didn't ruin my chances with her. "I had a bad experience and the slightest thing reminds me of it and sometimes I just...I can't. It always happens so randomly and I hate it. I'm sorry, Andy. I know you're probably pissed."

"It's fine, Delaney. We don't have to do anything you don't want to. Is everything okay?" She was looking away from and I grabbed her cheeks so she could look at me. Tears were in her eyes. My heart sunk. "Darlin', what's wrong?"

Delaney took a deep breath and laughed softly. "Nothing. I'm pathetic. Don't worry about it." She wiped away her tears and hopped off of the counter.

"You can tell me anything. I know you just met me but I promise, you can confide in me." She took a deep breath and looked away from me. She seemed ashamed about something.

"A couple of months ago," she began slowly, "I was talking to this guy. We had been 'talking' for a few weeks and I invited him over. He said he just wanted to hang out so I told him to come over. We were watching a movie and he just started touching me. He put his hands down my pants. I asked him to stop and he wouldn't. So, I smacked him and I stood up. I asked him to leave, but he said that he wasn't going anywhere. He said he was tired of me holding out on him and that I was going give him some whether I wanted to or not. So, I began trying to fight him off but he was stronger. Much stronger. He pushed me against the wall and began kissing me. Then he made me turn around, he dropped my pants and he-"

I didn't want her to finish. My blood was already boiling. I pulled Delaney towards me and held her tightly as she cried into my shoulder. She didn't deserve to go through that. No one did. "I never told anyone, not even my friends. I'm so delusional and f-cked up that I act like it never happened. I act like I'm not affected by it, but sometimes when I want to have sex, I just get flashbacks. Most of the time, I ignore them because I don't want the person I'm with to get mad and end up raping me again, but I trust you. It's stupid, I know, but I do. I felt comfortable telling you to stop and I've never felt comfortable saying that. Usually, I just suffer through it and never talk to that person again, but I want to keep talking to you."

"Delaney, I'm glad you're comfortable with me. Anytime, just know you can tell me to stop doing anything. I will." There was a brief silence and Delaney kissed my cheek. "Did the guy get caught? Did you at least turn him in?"

"No. I couldn't."

"What's his name," I tried to ask the question casually, but pure anger came from my voice. Delaney noticed and she jumped back a little.

"Andy, it's okay. You don't have to-"

"Please, just tell me his name."

"Thomas Gordy."

My phone began ringing and I quickly answered a little too hastily. It was Rafael and of course they needed me back at the headquarters. I hung up on him without telling him whether I was coming or not. "Are you okay? Do you need me here?"

"I'm fine. You can go. I understand if you have to go. I actually want some time alone right now anyways."

"Okay, I'll call you."

"Okay."

I pulled Delaney into one last, tight hug before kissing her forehead. "I'm only one call away if you need me."

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