Written in Ink

Twenty-nine | Reagan

 After Alonzo stormed out, I just showered and got into the bed. I didn't even care if Alonzo walked in and slept in it too. I'm not even wearing real clothes— just a t-shirt and shorts. I'm not even wearing a bra, which is hella risky for a woman of my... size. But I don't even care. I'm tired and going to sleep.

I don't know how long I was asleep, but the television isn't on anymore. I wake up to the door opening and the low growl of Lorenzo and Buchanon. Then they just stop, going back to their beds meaning it's Alonzo. I keep turned onto my side, acting asleep. But I then become aware of the fact the blanket is no longer draped over my body. I must have kicked it off in my sleep. Without it, my ass is sticking out for him to see. Too late now, I am "sleeping".

Alonzo mumbles to himself in a slur of words. I can't depict any single word or sentence. It doesn't even sound Italian, it is more gibberish than anything. He even hums to something. I hear him discard clothes and sit into the bed and laying down.

"Mhmm." He gets closer and puts his hand on my hip, his fingers feeling around the soft skin. His hand starts to go down to my knee and back up to my hip again. What is he doing?

Trying to keep my asleep act, I sleepily reach down for the blanket, pulling it over myself. Alonzo whimpers, as if he is pouting. "All I've wanted to do is touch this skin... so soft." He murmurs. "Cazzo. English again." He chuckles.

Is he drunk?

Alonzo scoots closer, even putting his arm around my torso and pulling me close to him. So close I can smell the alcohol on his breath. His hand snakes around my stomach, the lack of personal space is making me uncomfortable. I turn onto my back pushing his hand away. He gasps, surprised at the quick motion.

"What the hell are you doing?" I sneer, getting up onto my knees, facing him.

He looks up at me with doughy eyes. "Y-you're awake..."

"No shit Sherlock." I roll my eyes. "Why are you drunk?" I question, moving further away. Alonzo looks at the new distance between us and his face hardens. In like point-two seconds, he grasps me into his hands and pushes me against the mattress with him over top. "What are you doing?!" I squeal trying to get out of his hold.

"For once, just stop." He orders, leaning down and his eyelids grow heavy. "Just stop." Then he collapses over top of me, falling asleep instantly.

What the f—?

I try my best to push him off but he just does nothing but surround my torso with his large arms. His face nuzzles on my chest, with his soft breath over my skin. His hips are pressed against mine and my legs are open letting him lay directly on top of me. I thought I was heavy.

His breath smells of liquor and mint. How he has kept the mint smell with all the alcohol I have no clue.

He even begins to snore slightly. I don't know why, but I'v never taken him as a guy who snores. As if he is "too good for that". I snort at the though making my stomach wiggle which in turn makes Alonzo groan, turning his head to the other side before falling right back to sleep.

Well sorr-ey.

I'm not really one to sleep on my back, I'd much rather lay on my stomach, so as anyone can imagine, I'm very uncomfortable. But any move I make, he just holds me in place tighter.

Welp, I hope I can eventually just pass out from the lack of oxygen I'm not receiving. 

Thoughts?