Erica
“You drûgged me.”
Instead of slapping me back or punishing me or getting angry, he nodded and said, “I am sorry.”
My eyes widened at his apology, at the sincerity that reflected behind the words and in his eyes, and I took a step back from him as every part of me doused in the cold reality. Panic started to rise inside me as I shook my head, denying it when I could see it with my own eyes. He couldn't know. No one can know.
“Y-you know.” He didn't have to answer, I wasn't even asking. It was in his dark eyes that were somehow bright from within as he looked at me. “How... How m-much? How could you know? I c-couldn’t have. I’d never... Never tell you!”
And I tried to think back, to think how much I let slip in my drûgged state. “Y-ou kn-ow? Tell me....” I sobbed, and tried t
