"Ben is my boyfriend!"

I cover my mouth quickly, but am pretty sure I can hear Ben in the other room stir. I look over but cant see far enough in the dark.

I 'm still kinda drunk and kind of confused, but I understand that Chris isn't taking no for an answer. He doesn't ask again either, just calmly walks over. He leans over and takes my chin in his hand. I laugh nervously and pull away, hoping this is just some kind of joke.

It's not. He squeezes my jaw hard and pushes me back against the couch. I try to swat at him, but his arms are long. I can only scratch at his arms. I hardly make a mark and can hear my mother telling me to stop biting my nails.

He swats my hands away. His grip on my face quickly slips to my throat. Fuck his hands are strong. I gasp for air.