He didn't say anything for about ten minutes. Tears fell from my cheeks as I stared down at my feet, ashamed. Dean walked around, pacing back and forth. He looked enraged. As if he was about to do something.
He noticed me crying. "No baby, don't cry." He said softly as he quickly kneeled down in front of my face. He wiped the tears with his thumbs. I didn't say anything.
"Alex, did he uh-"
"No!" I interrupted, not letting him finish.
"What happened?" He asked.
I didn't answer. He stared at me, then he noticed my neck.
"What the fuck is this?" He asked, moving my hair out of the way.
I shook my head then got up. I went to my closet and put on a big t-shirt and leggings. Dean watched as I got dressed. "What's happened?" He demanded to know.
"I don't want to talk about it." I answered.
He walked over to me and pulled my leggings down. "What? Now you too?" I rolled my eyes.
"What happened!" He yelled as he pointed to the bruises on my legs. I didn't answer.
"Can we talk about this?" He asked impatiently. I pulled my leggings back up, then sat down on my bed.
"Fine." I answered.
"What happened!" He asked again.
"He came in and started kissing my neck, I told him to stop, then he pulled my towel off, and forced me to make out with him."
"The bruises?"
"He was pressing down on my leg and he slapped me because I slapped him."
"Is that it?"
"Yes."
I wrapped my arms around his neck, then pressed my lips onto his. "Do you still want to go?" He asked. I nodded.
"What about Chuck?" He asked.
"Sam only agreed to come because Chuck was going to be there, therefore he wouldn't be the fifth wheel with the two couples" I said.
