I said no, Bo, NO!
Sweat rolls down her forehead, she pushes it away with a lazy wipe. Things are looking different now, shaking, twisting and spinning. Fumbling for a cigarette, from the soft pack resting in her pocket. It's bent and broken but she can still smoke it she figures. She falls down the first two stairs and drops her broken cigarette. She shakes it off and guides herself down the stairs with the hand rails. She can make it.
The dog is barking and someone just pulled in the driveway. She's standing at the bottom of the stairs, not sure what to do. But she's sure she can't stand any longer so she collapses onto the floor. She leans against the last step, pulls out another broken cigarette and lights it. The front door opens and in he steps.
"Hello beautiful." He greets her with his schisty Italian smile. She doesn't say anything, only stares at him through the stream of smoke. He looks tired and quite disheveled. "Come on let's go upstairs," he tells her picking her up and helping her up the stairs.
They make it to her room and onto her bed. She says nothing and drops her cigarette into the ash tray next to the bed. He's touching her now, running his rough Italian fingers over her smooth skin. He smells like smoke and gasoline. She pushes his hand away angrily. He ignores her objections and puts his hand back on her body. Things and spinning faster now, eyes rolling back in her skull.
Don't open your eyes she tells herself. She could get sick just from his hands touching her. She can barely feel it though, her arms are going numb now too. Things are going black around the door knob that she can't help but stare at. He's kissing her neck now and touching more. And everything goes away. Goes black.