x12 – Dancer in the Rain

After they had checked into their room and settled down for a little bit, Stephanie tried to get Micky to go to sleep because he was clearly drunk.

“Oppa, just go to sleep! You’ll feel better when you wake up.” She said.

“I don’t want to sleep…just make me some coffee.”

“Fine..” She said. Stephanie took her heels off and walked over to the sink, where the coffee pot was, and started some coffee. She felt grimy after going to that club, so she slipped into the shower real quick while the coffee was brewing. The hot water felt good cascading down her skin. As she let the steamy water run all over her, her mind raced. She wasn’t really thinking of anything in particular, thoughts just ran through her brain. Stephanie didn’t really know what she was doing here. Why had she agreed to go to this party? Why did she not ask more about who was going to be there or where it was? What she really wanted to know, was why Micky even thought about going to a place like this? It was really grungy and he seemed like a more…sophisticated person than that place.

 

After thinking for a while, she finished her shower and got out. After drying off, she put on her undergarments and then slipped into one of the robes the hotel offered to its guests.  Stephanie walked out into the main room again and walked over to the sink, grabbing a cup. As she started fixing up Micky’s cup of coffee, she felt hands graze her thighs and then wrap around her waist. The smell of alcohol rushed into her senses as Micky leaned in and started kissing on her neck.

“Here. Drink this.” Stephanie said as she tried to shake him off, pushing the cup of coffee towards him. Micky let her go and took a sip, flinching because it was too hot. He seemed to be sobering up a little. He sat on the bed and pulled Stephanie onto his lap.

“You look so pretty.” He said to her as he kissed her neck again.

Stephanie felt a little uncomfortable, but she stayed there. She ran a hand through his hair, not really feeling anything.

“Maybe its just because of what happened tonight.” She thought, as Micky kept kissing her.

“I want to show you how much I love you…” Micky said as he eased Stephanie off his knee and onto the bed. He took his hand and pushed her back onto the bed, kissing her full on this time. Stephanie was a bit shocked, especially when he started running his hand up her thigh, getting dangerously close to places she didn’t want him at.

“Micky, stop. You’re drunk. “ She said as she pushed him off and stood up. As she started walking away, Micky’s had forcefully grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, slamming her into the bed. She let out a small shriek as she bounced, a small pain shooting through her back.

 

“What’s wrong with you?” She asked him

Micky flipped over on top of her and straddled her waist, pinning her legs down. He went down and kissed her again, running his tongue across her lips awkwardly. As he took his shirt off, Stephanie tried to sit up but Micky just pushed her back down, this time holding her arms down.

 

“I told you I’m going to show you how much I love you.” Micky said as he spread open the lapel of her robe.

“MICKY, STOP!” She yelled, trying to struggle free.

“Why? So you can be a slut? So you can go behind my back and be with that bastard Kibum? You are mine, Stephanie.” He said as he squeezed her wrists harder, pushing them into the bed.

“Micky , you’re hurting me!” She yelled, still trying to get away from him. She was starting to panic.

“STOP TRYING TO GET AWAY! YOU ARE MINE! YOU ARE MINE STEPHANIE AND I AM NOT LETTING ANYONE TAKE YOU AWAY! YOU HAVE BEEN MINE SINCE THAT DAY WE WENT TO KARAOKE, YET HE KEEPS TRYING TO TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME AND YOU KEEP GIVING INTO HIM!”

 

Micky was furious now. His grip on her was tighter than ever now and he started getting a sick look in his eyes.

“Its okay. You know what? He can have you. But I doubt he’ll want you, once you’ve been….spoiled.” He said, using his knees to spread her legs.

Stephanie screamed but Micky slapped her across the face and then grabbed a pillow and held it over her face. With his other hand, he started undoing the buckle on his belt and unzipping his pants.

Stephanie’s mind was in a blur. In the few moments she had while Micky was undoing his clothes, she used one of her hands to start reaching for whatever she could find. Her hand hit the desk next to the bed and she felt around for anything she could use to save herself. Her fingers felt something solid and heavy and she grasped it. It was the alarm clock. With all of her might, she swung the alarm clock into the side of Micky’s head. It sent him flailing over the side of the bed, giving her a chance to get up. As she scurried off the bed and started running towards the door, Micky grabbed her leg and tripped her. She fell to the ground but luckily broke the fall with her hands.

Stephanie screamed again as she kicked her legs, trying to get free. She brought her other foot up and kicked down to the hand that was still wrapped around her ankle. The crunch of a bone breaking in Micky’s finger could be heard as well as his scream. Stephanie jumped up again, running towards the door. She grabbed her purse off the hook by the door and ran out.

Stephanie slammed the door behind her and kept running. She knew Micky was behind her because she had heard the door open. Her eyes glanced ahead of her and saw that the elevator door was still open from the previous occupant leaving. Stephanie bolted towards the door, hoping it wouldn’t close on her. She managed to get there before it closed but due to safety measures, when the motion sensor picked up her dash, the door sprung open again. Micky was running towards her again, clearly able to get into the elevator with her.

“Come on, come on, COME ON!!!” She thought as she started jamming in the close button.  Just as Micky had closed the distance between him and the elevator, she glanced at him one more time as the door closed and the elevator began its decent. She crouched onto the ground and let the tears fall.

 

“What just happened?” Was all the she could think.

When the elevator dinged and the door opened, she peeked out, looking to see if Micky had managed to make it down the stairs faster than the elevator. Not seeing him, she ran down the hallway and snuck out one of the back doors. Even though she didn’t have shoes on, she sprinted down the streets until she found the bus stop they had been sitting at earlier. She kept walking past it just a ways but stayed close to keep it as a reference point.

Stephanie reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone. As she opened it, she saw a text message.

 

Sender: Kibum

Hey. Its 4AM and you still aren’t back…are you okay?

 

Stephanie hit the call button and waited as she listened to the monotone ringing.