02-26-2013, 08:49 AM
All in all West felt like passing out had been one of the best decisions he had made all day, with waking up that morning so far taking the title of worst. The darkness was warm and welcoming filled with the exotic scene of something equally familiar as unfamiliar, and made it hard to remember what had happened or why he was so nervous to start with.
At one point he dimly remembered waking up, but the way the trees all hurried past made his head spin again, and soon darkness reclaimed the teen.
Finally when Westley did come around, he woke with a panic, looking wildly around as his blood ran cold, this was not his home, this wasnt even school, and the last thing he remembered was Dakota. He felt numb all over like he had been wrapped his cotton and his brain didnt feel much better, but he wanted to scream, he wanted to run, to find a weapon and fight his way out of this mess, but all his body would do was begein to cry.
"Damn it Dakota! This isnt okay!" He screamed, wiping the tears that pricked at his eyes away, he was so tired of being hormonal all the time, he felt like a girl on his period half the time, and the other half he felt like punching people in the face, of course kidnapped and held hostage he would be in a crying mood.
"I hate this! This is all your fault Dakota!" He called again, ever since Dakota had raped him he had felt like this and suddenly the misery that had been the past two months all came bubbling back.
At one point he dimly remembered waking up, but the way the trees all hurried past made his head spin again, and soon darkness reclaimed the teen.
Finally when Westley did come around, he woke with a panic, looking wildly around as his blood ran cold, this was not his home, this wasnt even school, and the last thing he remembered was Dakota. He felt numb all over like he had been wrapped his cotton and his brain didnt feel much better, but he wanted to scream, he wanted to run, to find a weapon and fight his way out of this mess, but all his body would do was begein to cry.
"Damn it Dakota! This isnt okay!" He screamed, wiping the tears that pricked at his eyes away, he was so tired of being hormonal all the time, he felt like a girl on his period half the time, and the other half he felt like punching people in the face, of course kidnapped and held hostage he would be in a crying mood.
"I hate this! This is all your fault Dakota!" He called again, ever since Dakota had raped him he had felt like this and suddenly the misery that had been the past two months all came bubbling back.