Crushed - Pamela Ann Page 0,35

were still passed out in the most unconventional places. Some were on the floor or sleeping on top of someone. It was completely vile. The house parties I was used to with my friends were crazy, as well, but not to this extent. Weed was the only thing allowed, and if people gave out harder drugs, they would usually be booted from the house.

Bracing myself as I retraced the path back to the bedroom where I had left Rob sleeping, I felt like all the air was being punched out of my stomach as I recoiled from the horrid images that played out in my mind. Even though this was the last place I wanted to be in, I needed to speak to Rob, or I wouldn’t ever know.

I wasn’t necessarily surprised to find him still in bed like he hadn’t moved since I had left over an hour before. He probably hadn’t given how fucked up he had been after mixing a cocktail of Molly and prescription drugs.

Biting my lip, I used my foot to somewhat kick his leg to wake him, as I couldn’t fathom using my hand to touch him at that point. Looking down on his passed out body made my skin crawl. This man fucked me last night, and I wanted to murder him.

Seeing that he was unmoving, I kicked him harder. Thank goodness it worked, or I would have used a knife to stab him in the foot because I was just so angry at him for what he had done to me.

Rob grumbled his complaints of being woken up while I took deep breaths to control my anger before I shot out my first question, past caring if he was sleepy or half dead.

“Did you use protection?” I couldn’t recall if he had, because everything came in flashes with no fluidity, and I couldn’t fucking rely on that.

“Of course I did. Come the fuck on!” He rolled his eyes at me like I was boring him already and not worth his time.

Wow, this fucker had changed his tune from last night’s high praises.

Taking a short breath, I decided to bite the bullet. “Rob, about last night…” I trailed off, trying to gather the courage to face the ugliness. “You … well … You had sex with me, and … I don’t know why you kept going when I wasn’t all the way with you.” I was carefully choosing my words so I didn’t come off accusing or ready to attack. I just wanted the truth and to understand his point of view. After all, the Rob I used to know wouldn’t be capable of doing such horrendous acts.

Opposite of what I was expecting, he immediate took offense as he jumped off the bed and put his jeans on, giving off the vibe that he was ready to face me head on.

“Oh, come the fuck on, sweets. You were high and practically begging to be fucked. Don’t be rude and try to ruin our friendship by accusing me of raping you!” He was almost laughing it off, but I could see he was far from being amused.

“But you did,” I shakily shot back, feeling a little crazy because he was twisting what had happened between us. Swallowing the bile that rose up my throat, I tensed as I threw him a cutting look. “That’s what you did. I don’t recall ever saying yes, Rob. I never said yes.”

He immediately turned red, ticked off. “But you don’t recall a lot of shit, do you? You were fucking high off your ass, Amber!”

I had been … so fucking high … and so fucking horny at the same time that, even if I hadn’t really wanted to have sex, I seemed to have ended up having it. Consequently, who was to blame, really?

I was so confused. Coming here to confront him and even try to straighten the facts with Rob hadn’t done anything to help me at all.

“So that’s it, then? You’re just going to lay the blame on me?”

“Blame? You enjoyed it as much as I did, every damn second of it. You were wet as fuck in case you don’t remember that, either.”

I wished I could yell back and tell him he was lying, but he wasn’t. Every word he uttered was fucking right. After all the effort to come to this place again, to be slapped by something like this—the truth—left me speechless. I mean, my mind had been against it, but my body