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"come on misha. Just one last drink." Dallin grins pouring me a glass of wine.
"No I have to go." I blush.
"What's holding you back?"
"Nothing I just think I should get going." I shake my head.
"Ok ok fine." He holds his hands up. "It's a shame you're getting married again I never got a chance with you."
"Well Jensen did find me first." I say shyly.
"That's a lie I tried getting together with you before you two even looked at eachother."
"Well..." I look away.
"Oh cmon." Dallin runs his hand onto mine.
"No.." I whisper.
"You're gonna get married you can have one last night."
"I can't." I get up.
"Misha-"
"Dallin no."
"Just one night." He slides his hand down and grabs my crotch.
"No." I try and pull away but he grabs me harder. "Stop it!" I push him to the wall and run out.
"Hey!" He runs out after me. "You should feel lucky I want to fuck you." He growls. "I could go to jail for raping you." He grabs my arm as I try and open my car door. "You fucking slut." He slides his hand down my pants. I push him off and get in then lock my doors. "I'll get you one day!!" He shouts as I drive off. I run into my hotel and pack all my stuff then dial up Jensen.
"Hey how was-"
"I'm coming home." I say through tears.
"What? Why?"
"Because I can't be here alone."
"Mish what the hell happened?"
"I just.. I need you."
"Okay ok I'll be waiting for you."
"I love you." I start crying harder.
"I love you too baby."
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I cling onto Jensen harder then I ever have before. "I love you." Jensen whispers. "Cmon lets go home." He kisses my forehead. We pull away and I pick my bag back up. "Can I ask why you rushed home?" Jensen asks shyly as we walk out.
"Dallin." I answer quitely.
"Did he hurt you?!"
"Je-"
"I swear to god I'm going to kill that douche!"
"Please calm do-"
"What the fuck!? Did he touch you!? Did he-"
"Stop!" I shout starting to cry again.
"I'm sorry.." He opens my door.
"Just please take me home."
"Okay." He shuts my door but I can see from the back he's cursing and probably about ready to kill someone.
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"I'm gonna take a shower." I throw my bag onto the bed.
"Hey can I talk to you?" Jensen asks.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Misha you need to."
"He didn't rape me Jensen! He touched me! I pushed him off and ran! Okay!? Will you stop with the questions!?" I shout.
"I'm sorry but I just wanted to know."
"I will tell you more when I'm calm. Right now I want a shower and then I want to crawl into bed knowing someone will hold me and not try to rape me."
"Ok ok.. Can I help with anything? Maybe talk to you while you're in the shower? Or something?"
"Just...make sure your up when I get out?"
"Okay." He nods. "Misha.."
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you too." I whisper trying not to cry.
"Well when you get out I'll be right here with my arms wide open." He winks. I let a small laugh out then turn around to the bathroom.