Please Just Leave Me Alone
Get off of me!
We are out in his car, and he is driving me home. I watch him through glazed eyes, frowning. "Johnny, what is wrong?" I coo at him, reaching out to turn on the radio. He smacks my hand away, and I sit up a little straighter. "What? I don't know what I did wrong..." I feel my lower lip quiver a bit, and he must have noticed it too.
"You didn't do anything, Addison, nothing at all..." He shakes his head angrily and I watch him.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do, Johnny..."
"Stop calling me Johnny."
"John?"
"No."
"...J?"
"No, Goddamnit! Just call me Johnson!" He yelled at me, cheeks red.
I wince, and sink back into the seat. I may have been drunk, but I wasn't stupid. I knew what he wanted, and I sure as hell hadn't given it to him... but if this was what he was going to act like until I did give it to him, well, we'd see about that. "Sorry..." I muttered, folding my arms over my stomach, looking out the window.
He glanced towards me, shaking his head. "Don't be sorry, doll, I guess seven drinks was just too much."
Seven? I had had seven drinks? I moaned, pressing my face into my hands. "Oh God..." I muttered, closing my eyes.
He watched me, eyes brightening a bit. He pulled into the parking area for the apartment complex that my mother and I lived in, turning off the car.
I looked up at him, his eyes connecting with mine. I took in a deep breath, glancing out the window for a moment, but-
He tugged my face towards his, his lips crashing against mine. I gasped as he pulled me into the backseat of the car, lying on top of me. I stare up at him as he slid his hands up my dress, pulling it up over my head. "Johnson, what are you-"
"Just shut up it won't take that long." He hissed, tossing my dress to the floor of his car, hurriedly working at my bra. I whimpered, trying to push him off of me, but he wasn't giving up.
I felt his hand strike my cheek, and gasped, struggling beneath him. "Get off of me!" I shouted, grabbing for my dress, pulling it on quickly as I slid out from beneath him.
He stared at me as I pulled my dress on, glaring. "Get the hell out," He snapped, climbing back into the front seat, turning the car back on.
I watched him, and stepped out of the car, barely closing the door before he drove out of the parking lot, leaving me standing there, shocked.
"You didn't do anything, Addison, nothing at all..." He shakes his head angrily and I watch him.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do, Johnny..."
"Stop calling me Johnny."
"John?"
"No."
"...J?"
"No, Goddamnit! Just call me Johnson!" He yelled at me, cheeks red.
I wince, and sink back into the seat. I may have been drunk, but I wasn't stupid. I knew what he wanted, and I sure as hell hadn't given it to him... but if this was what he was going to act like until I did give it to him, well, we'd see about that. "Sorry..." I muttered, folding my arms over my stomach, looking out the window.
He glanced towards me, shaking his head. "Don't be sorry, doll, I guess seven drinks was just too much."
Seven? I had had seven drinks? I moaned, pressing my face into my hands. "Oh God..." I muttered, closing my eyes.
He watched me, eyes brightening a bit. He pulled into the parking area for the apartment complex that my mother and I lived in, turning off the car.
I looked up at him, his eyes connecting with mine. I took in a deep breath, glancing out the window for a moment, but-
He tugged my face towards his, his lips crashing against mine. I gasped as he pulled me into the backseat of the car, lying on top of me. I stare up at him as he slid his hands up my dress, pulling it up over my head. "Johnson, what are you-"
"Just shut up it won't take that long." He hissed, tossing my dress to the floor of his car, hurriedly working at my bra. I whimpered, trying to push him off of me, but he wasn't giving up.
I felt his hand strike my cheek, and gasped, struggling beneath him. "Get off of me!" I shouted, grabbing for my dress, pulling it on quickly as I slid out from beneath him.
He stared at me as I pulled my dress on, glaring. "Get the hell out," He snapped, climbing back into the front seat, turning the car back on.
I watched him, and stepped out of the car, barely closing the door before he drove out of the parking lot, leaving me standing there, shocked.