I should call the police, I thought, staring at Florencio's car. This has gone on long enough, has it? I let him touch me and whatever the hell else he wanted.

I felt like I was on a sinking ship.

I was a good person, a person who certainly didn't let others take advantage of me. That wasn't happening right now though. I just sat back with a drink in my hand and watched it all unfold.

My attraction, my liking, my weird feelings for Florencio was going to end. He was involved with drugs. He slept with women and left them. He took advantage of people and liked it.

I was naive to expect so much of him. I almost screamed, realizing how dumb I've been.

I got out of my car. Florencio got out of his car.

I ignored him and how he played with my hair while I opened the front door.

"You're not good for me," I told him, my back to him. I had my hand on the doorknob. "I've been irresponsible. This rebellious phase I'm going through is over. You can leave."

His hand tightened on my hair. I hated how I liked it.

"Is that so?"

"Y-yes. You're using me and I hate it." I refused to turn around.

"Honey," he whispered, leaning in closer. My body was stiff. "You're too sweet."

"What? That I care about myself?"

He laughed. "Open the door.."

I really couldn't see how I could escape this situation now. I was stuck.

I opened the door and walked in fast and attempted to lock Florencio out. He was stronger than me and pushed it open.

I sighed.

I walked down the hall to the bathroom and he followed me.

He watched me take off my makeup and brush my teeth.

"Why so cold?" he asked, his eyes were watching me intensely.

"Because," I croaked. "I realized that you're no good."

His grin was suppressed by him biting his lip.

I walked to my room and quickly took off my bra before Florencio walked in. Fortunately, I was wearing leggings and a comfortable shirt already, I didn't need to change for bed.

I turned off my light and laid down in my bed. I watched as Florencio walked to me.

"Is someone following you?" I guessed. "Is that why you're here?" I recalled back to the time when I almost hit him with my car. He was being chased and used me as a safe haven.

"You're smart, honey," he said quietly. "But not smart enough."

He lunged at me. I struggled underneath him.

"Don't touch me," I said angrily. "I've let you already."

He stared down at me. The small wrinkle in between his eyebrows indicated he was confused.

His hands sneaked underneath the blanket. His rough hands got underneath my shirt.

"I remember how you felt," he whispered. "I want a refresher."

His fingers inched up, dangerously close to my chest.

"I'm not having sex with you," I gasped. "I'm not giving that to you."

His fingers dug into my ribs. "You should check your phone more often."

I remembered what I texted him.

"You're a bad person," I said, staring up at his eyes. "I've let you have your way with me." Now leave me alone so I can be sane again. I gave in so easily. Now I was resisting.

"You're so sweet, Parker. How could I hurt such a nice girl like you?" His fingers were practically cutting into me. I whimpered.

He leaned in closer to my face and I felt his hot breath against my lips.

"This is where I'll stay. You'll like, honey. I'll make you like it."

He gave me a few seconds, just letting our lips be close to each other. I raised chin higher, suddenly wanting us to be pressed to each other.

I wanted to kiss him. The realization sent heat through my entire body.

His mouth came down on mine and my words from earlier escaped me. I don't know why I was trying to run away. Florencio was going to catch me and make me realize I wanted him. I just hoped I would survive when he left me.

His lips were soft and gentle surprisingly. I moved slowly, unsure. His tongue ran over the seam of my lips and I didn't move. My shield against him was cracking and falling apart.

His fingers traveled higher and touched me where he did before, now nothing in between us.

I gasped and he took that as an opportunity to slip his tongue in my mouth. I was shaking hard as he touched my tongue.

His fingers teased, pinched and groped me till I was moaning.

My hands stayed by my sides.

He removed one hand from my shirt and grabbed a handful of my hair, pressing our mouths together in a way that left me breathless. His hands on me, not being able to breath with his mouth on mine, his teeth biting my lips until I was sure they bled–I was sure I was going to faint. His lips now moved roughly and I reached up to hold his face between my hands. He liked that and let out a low moan in my mouth, vibrating me. I slipped my hands behind his neck, holding him to me.

I lost the battle. My defense were shot down and I was captured. Now realizing my mistakes, I was going to escape his prison before he abandoned me.

-

The next morning I remembered clearly what happened.

After practically begging for his touch, Florencio tore himself off of me and left.

I rubbed a hand over my face. Here I was, supposed to be resisting and I was begging for him to touch me harder. He caught me off guard, made me weak. I wouldn't let him do that again.

What's the point? He's already done it before and you liked it.

I sighed in frustration and was about to use the bathroom when I remembered one of the many things Florencio told me last night.

"You should check your phone more often."

I found my phone on the floor next to my bed. I opened the conversation with Florencio.

My favorite color is purple.

That was it.