Candy- 2

I woke up on a couch.

It wasn't the same couch I had been (gulp) raped on. This one smelled like lavender as opposed to the stench of booze and puke. Not a stain could be found on it.

I was was wearing clothes. Pajamas to be exact. They were 5 sizes too big. I felt like I was drowning in the cloth.

"Well, well, well. Sleeping beauty has awoken." I whirled around, searching for the source of the voice.

"Over here, darling." I turned back around to see a boy, Senior by the looks of him, was sitting cross legged on a chair. He had chin length coppery hair with bangs that threatened to completely cover his eyes (which were a cat-like yellow.) He wore black silk pajamas and he was barefoot. I stared at him. He was someone who could easily attract many girls, but that's not why I stared.

It was those fox ears that captivated me.

"Wha...?" I could barely get the words out of my mouth. Hangovers are no fun. I managed to get my finger to point at the feline-esque objects atop his head. A look of confusion donned his handsome features, he then chuckled.

"Oh these?" He said, patting the ears. "They're fake, dear." He pulled at one and they both came right off, they were attached to a headband. "See?"

"Oh." I replied. My stomach growled. Breakfast sounded heavenly right about then.

"Hungry, sweetie?" God, he was like an annoying aunt. His endearments weren't endearing in the least.

"Don't call me that." I grumbled. He feigned offense.

"What? Is that how you treat the one who rescued you from those filthy dogs that did those nasty things to you?" I looked at him. He was good-looking, but not buff. He didn't look much stronger than the guys who raped me.

I grunted in disbelief. This can't be my savior.

"So, still hungry? Or shall I eat alone this lovely morning?" Geez, just the sound of his voice was irritating. Irritating as it was, I wanted him to say more. Just so I could hear it.

"I don't wanna eat..." I mumbled. My stomach protested loudly.

"Your stomach tells me otherwise, love." He got up and walked to the kitchen. He motioned for me to follow him.

I climbed off of the sofa and shakily stood up.

I took a step... (I can do this, I can do this.)

Another one...(Yes...)

And another... (Yes!)

And another...(Great! Now to get to the-!)

I fell flat on my face. Dammit, this hangover was worse than I thought. I could barely move.

I lifted my head towards the ceiling. "God...why did you do this to me?"

The senior boy peeked his head out from the kitchen doorway.

"Oh my. Have you fallen my dear boy?" Well, at least he acknowledged the fact I wasn't some five year old girl.

"Shaddup." He smirked as he sauntered over to where I lay. He picked me up and carried me bridal style.

"What the hell!?" I yelled. Or at least tried to, my voice was scratchy and my words were barely above a whisper.

"Darling, do you really think I would just leave you there?" He asked. Dammit, he was annoying.

"I can walk..." I protested. He raised an eyebrow. "...er...crawl...Whatever! Just. Put. Me. Down." I glared at him. Both of his eyebrows were raised. "NOW!" I demanded. I was pleased that this time my yelling was audible.

"I don't think so." He said smirking. I wiggled, squirmed and flailed my limbs. He held me tightly to his chest, not about to oblige. After a few minutes or so, I gave up.

"Hey." I said as we made out way to the kitchen.

"Yes?" He replied. This was the first time he addressed me without  calling me dear/darling/sweetie/love/you get the picture.

"What's your name?" I asked. I certainly needed to call him something, and the word I had in mind might be more than mildy offensive...

"Candy." He didn't say anything else the rest of the way there.