I'm a Loaded Gun

I dropped the blade. I stood up, pushing the bag under the bed with my foot. Seth stopped in the doorway. "Seth, shit you about gave me a heart attack."

"Sorry baby." he walked over and picked me up bridal style. He walked over the the couch and sat down still holding me, and he sat me like that in his lap. "I just thought we could use some alone time since everyone is out partying."

His lips pressed to mine. His hand moved to my face, brushing my hair away and holding my face. His other hand slid from my shoulder down to my leg, pulling it in. I pulled back and stared him. I couldn't understand what he wanted, what he was doing. I pulled my legs away from his lap and sat normally beside him.

"Seth, what's going on?"

"I just wanted some alone time. With you." He leaned over, kissing me again. His hand returned to my face, and the other in my hip. His lips began to force mine open and closed. Next thing I knew his tongue was in my mouth. I leaned away and he leaned in, pushing me back into the couch. He laid his torso between my knees and pulled himself on top of me. His hands were all over my body, my chest, my legs, my stomach, my face. I whimpered and pushed on his chest as hard as I could. No luck. I didn't want this. "Seth, Seth, stop," I said into his lips. A hot tear streaked from my eye, down my face. I brought one of my knees up into his groin. He pulled back and before I knew it he was across the room on the floor. I was shaking. I jolted upright. I couldn't breathe.

Andy stood over Seth's body. He reached down, grabbed him by the shirt, and pushed him out the door. Andy shut and locked it behind him. He instantly turned to me and walked over. He sat next to me. He stared sat me for a long moment and spoke. "Reya, did that fucking bastard hurt you?"

I shook my head, no. My body was practically convulsing with the tremors going up and down my body. Andy reached over and pinched a piece of fabric in his fingers of my shirt. I looked down to see the side of my shirt completely ripped open, exposing half of my bra and stomach. He pulled it over the skin and looked at me again. I couldn't stop them. The tears broke over the edge of my eyes in black cascades. He reached up and ran his thumb under my eyes, wiping off the bleeding mascara. "I'm here if you need to talk, I understand if you don't."

I nodded yes through the torrents of tears. He looked around the bus and suddenly stopped, staring at the floor. I turned to see where he was looking. I traced his gaze to a small silver piece on the floor. My razor blade. I looked back at him. He picked up my left hand and turned it palm up. he pushed back my wristsbands and studied the single scar running across my wrist. He brushed his long fingers over it.

"Were, you...going to do this?" he said quietly.

I nodded again. The pain coursing through my chest made it hard to breathe. My body felt shattered, invaded. What would he have done if Andy didn't show up? I know it wasn't real, but I felt as if something had just broken in my chest, the emotional pain turning to physical pain throughout my body. Andy reached over and pulled me into his embrace, tears smudging the war paint on his chest. I don't know how long I sat there and just cried into his arms. He never let me go, and just allowed me to silently release the pain.

My heart hurt, my body ached, and my cheeks burned from the acidic tears. What was happening?
I felt a buzz on the couch. I looked across the couch to see Seth's phone behind Andy. The screen was lit. The words Annemarie and Travis were sitting on the screen.

Travis: you finally get some ass?

Notes

I hope this isn't a trigger for anyone, but yes, Seth did just do that. You finally see the ass he is.