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[x-posted @ i_wanna_puck .. figured I'd post it here as well =)]
Title: High-Sticked
Written by: Moi, lost__emotions
Characters: Sidney Crosby, Derian Hatcher, Mark Recchi, Marc-André Fleury.
Summary: Sidney gets a little too tangled up with Hatcher during their home-and-home series.
Rating: NC17!
I feel bad after writing all this but but.. *hugs Sid* It's fiction, right?
November 16/05 @ Philadelphia - Sidney’s POV
“That’s a fucking joke!” I yelled heatedly before going back to the dressing room. My teeth were chipped, my lip was cut and bleeding, and it was all because of Derian Hatcher. The best part of it? No fucking penalty was called. As I was getting stitched up, I was grumbling and grimacing mostly in frustration rather than pain. All I wanted was to get back onto the ice and hit him where it really hurt… the back of the net.
Things still didn’t seem to be going my way when I got back. Both teams were playing hard, which was great, and Marc-André was keeping us in it big time, but Hatcher seemed to have it in for me tonight. He got his stick up in my neck, and once again there was no penalty called. I questioned the ref rather harshly, I guess a little too harsh for his liking, so he gave me an unsportsmanlike conduct. Great, just what I needed. Hatcher skated by quickly, but slowed down enough for me to see an evil smirk on his face. I didn’t like it… no, I didn’t like it one bit.
Fortunately enough, the boys and I prevailed. The game went into overtime, just to spite me with tension. Malone gave me a nice feed, and sent me in alone on Antero Whatever-His-Last-Name-Was. One shot, low stick-side, and we had won it with 47 seconds to go. God, did that ever feel good. “Yeah! Fucking right! Nice pass, Malone!” I yelled enthusiastically along with the rest of my teammates. I caught a glimpse of Hatcher on my way off the ice, and gave him a little smirk of my own. Needless to say, he was fuming but all I cared about was the extra point we’d gotten. If he was pissed, all the better; he deserved it.
I did the whole media scrum thing in the locker room, as usual. Of course, they asked questions about Hatcher’s antics on the ice, but I brushed them off as nonchalant as possible. “I guess you’ll be seeing a dentist then, eh Sidney?” one reporter asked with a chuckle. “Yeah, I’ll have to see what he says. My mom would probably want me to, as well.”
The boys and I took our showers, changed back into our road suits, and were on our way back to the bus when Hatcher came out of nowhere and pulled me aside. “Crosby, you little bitch.” he growled angrily. I didn’t know how to respond, so I was just silent. He shoved me hard against the wall and pinned me tightly. “You think you’re so fucking cute, huh? Do you like missing teeth and a cut lip? ‘Cause there’s plenty more where that came from.” I stared straight back at him, knowing I couldn’t show him any fear. “Missing teeth and a cut lip are worth the game-winning goal, Derian. Don’t get mad at me, you’re the one playing a dirty game out there.” I snapped strongly. “Maybe you should sit out on Saturday to spare the embarrassment.” His eyes grew wide and he looked just about ready to punch me out. “You cocky little son of a whore.” he said as his grip on me got tighter. “You think you’re gonna win two in a row against me? Dream on you fucking little phenom.” his last words dripping with sarcasm. “You better fucking believe it.” I spat at him.
His mouth twisted into a smirk, the same smirk he’d flashed at me when I was in the box. “You wanna make a fucking bet on that, Crosby? If you lose on Saturday, you’re mine after the game.” he said as he reached down and cupped my crotch with his hand. I swallowed a lump in my throat and managed to say something. “And if you lose?” I questioned him. He snorted. “Highly unlikely. But to be fair, or whatever, I’ll give you a public apology about the high-sticking and missed calls.” I shook my head; this wasn’t worth it. “Forget it, Derian. I don’t want anything to do with you.” His eyes burned into mine like fire and tightened his grip on my crotch, his hand now roughly wrapped around my cock through my dress pants. “Jesus Christ, Derian! Lay the fuck off!” I gritted in pain. “You’re mine if you lose, Crosby, don’t you forget it. I’ll have my way with you whether you like it or not.” With one last squeeze and shove against the wall, he let me go and walked off down the hall, disappearing into a random door. I doubled over and just let the pain subside. Fuck, what had I gotten myself into?
I saw Marc-André come around the corner, and I knew he was looking for me. “Sidney, qu’est-ce-que tu fais? I turn around and you disappear! Es-tu correct?” he asked with concern. I straightened myself out and started walking towards the exit to shake things off. “Nothing, I’m fine. I just had a cramp. Were you guys waiting for me?” I played it off as if nothing happened, obviously. I knew better than to go squawking to the other guys. “Non, there are still few guys in the locker room.” I nodded at him with a small smile, and stepped onto the bus. I quickly sat down next to Mark, ignoring the soreness and throbbing in my pants. Mark tried talking to me, but my mind couldn’t focus on much of what he was saying.
I got into bed almost as soon as we got back to the hotel. I was trying to be inconspicuous, I really was. Sometimes though, roommates are too observant for their own good. “You okay, kid? You’ve been pretty quiet since the game ended.” Mark said as he was getting changed. Yawning and pulling the comforter over me I answered, “I’m fine, Rex. Just tired, you know? Quite the game tonight.” He chuckled, and got into his bed. “You had quite the game tonight, Sid. How’s your mouth?” I shrugged and yawned again. “You need to take one for the team sometimes. As long as I can keep playing, I don’t care what happens to me.” Something inside of me said I was going to be eating those words. Mark chuckled a little. “Hatcher’s a bit of a goon, eh? Never was a big fan of him myself. A little too rough around the edges.” God, you have no idea. “Night, Rex.” I said as my eyes voluntarily shut. “Night, kid.” he said and turned off the lamp. This is what I needed… a good sleep to just forget about everything.
We had a quick morning skate before heading back to Pittsburgh, which made me feel better. Nothing like a good practice to get my mind off things, and it works every time. When we actually got back to Pittsburgh, my worries about Hatcher had disappeared. He couldn’t do anything to me even if he tried. I pretty much got to relax the rest of the week, practicing hard when I needed to and had fun on the side with the guys. I did a couple more media scrums leading up to the night of the game. It was getting a fair bit of attention, being the second half of a home-and-home plus the missed high-sticking calls drama added onto that. As I did with everything, I downplayed it. If anyone expected me to do any differently, tough luck. This was just another game, another 2 points we needed to get.
Unfortunately, we didn’t bring any of the momentum from the first game back home. We were doing fine through the first two periods, and I even scored our first goal, but they took over in the last 20 minutes. Playing catch-up is never fun, especially when you don’t actually catch up. After all the media left, which wasn’t as soon as I hoped, I took my time in the shower. There was nothing better than a long shower after a long game. A majority of the guys had already gone home by the time I finished, so it was nice and quiet in the locker room. “You want me to wait up for you, Sid? You’re the last one here, as usual.” Mark smirked at me. “Nah, I’m fine. Have a good night, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I assured him. He hesitated a little, but nodded and eventually walked out.
I just sat in my stall in nothing but my towel for a few moments with my head in my hands. There were some nights where I took losses harder than others, and tonight was one of those nights. I heard the door of the locker room open again, and figured it was Mark coming back to check up on me. “Rex, really, I’m okay. You don’t need to wait for me.” When I looked up, however, Mark wasn’t the one staring down at me.
Hatcher’s cold eyes, which were filled with a passion I didn’t want to see, were burning into mine once again. “Hey, bitch. Looks like you lost tonight.” he said with his hideous smirk plastered on his face. I opened my mouth to yell for someone, but he quickly covered it with his hand. “Don’t make a fucking sound. A bet’s a bet, and you know it. I also know that you said shit-all to your teammates, which makes things all the better for me.” He let his hand down from my mouth, and I stayed silent purely out of fear. I had no idea what he was going to do to me, and I knew that I didn’t want to. “You don’t think anyone’s going to come in here looking for me?” I spoke nervously. Hatcher’s smirk simply twisted even more. “No, I know they won’t. I caught Recchi on his way out, and he let me know that you’re almost always the last one here. Nice guy, really.” Great… this is what you get for being a loner. Hatcher started unbuckling his belt and continued to take them off, which truly made me realize that this wasn’t going to be an enjoyable experience at all.
I eyed the door quickly, wondering if I’d be better off trying to make a run for it in just a towel. Before I was even close to making a decision, Hatcher had pushed me to the floor and covered my mouth with his. All 6’5” and 235 pounds of his weight was pressed down onto my 5’10” and 193 pound frame. His tongue parted my lips, and was exploring the interior of my mouth wildly. I was squeezing my eyes shut tightly, praying to God that this would all just disappear. It didn’t. He pulled away from me to my relief, but slapped my face with his strong hand; I was seeing stars just from that. He ripped the towel from my body, and flung it aside. “Lie back and relax, bitch.” he gritted and moved down my body. He kneeled at my feet and licked his lips. Being completely exposed to him, I hoped I was wrong about what he was going to do next.
I wasn’t, unfortunately. He took my cock in his hand, and started roughly stroking it. I groaned involuntarily, but Hatcher obviously didn’t see it that way. He kept stroking and stroking… curse the body’s automatic reactions! “You like that eh, bitch?” he snarled. “Fuck you, Hatcher.” I snapped back. “Oh, there’s plenty of time for that.” he said as he bent over and took me in his mouth. I pressed my hands to my face, trying to ignore the sensations I was feeling with Hatcher’s mouth and tongue doing things to my cock. Up and down my shaft he went, and one of his hands was firmly massaging my balls. I couldn’t believe this was happening, and I didn’t want to. My breathing was getting heavier and louder, and I soon found myself unable to control the sounds I was making. Hatcher was clearly relishing in my response to the unwanted pleasure he was giving me, and grunted loudly in the process. With a few more bobs of his head, I really had no other choice than to buck my hips and explode, covering my mouth with my hands to muffle my cries.
Hatcher swallowed everything, which made me cringe inside. However, I was already exhausted and wouldn’t have been able to attempt an escape even if I tried. “You taste better than I thought you would, Crosby. I should’ve done this earlier.” he told me breathily. My hands were still covering my face, afraid to let them down and see the look on Hatcher’s face. “My turn.” he said deeply, pulling me up and forcing me in a kneeling position. I was at perfect and equal level with his already hardened cock, which didn’t ease me any. He pressed his head to my lips, but I resisted its entrance into my mouth. “Oh come on now, little Crosby… don’t fight me, you know you can’t win.” He puts his hands on the back of my head, and continued to push forward. Still, I didn’t let him in… there was no way I was letting that thing in my mouth without a good fight. “Fine, be difficult.” he said and used his fingers to plug my nose. An old tactic, but unfortunately for me, it works more often than not. As soon as my lips were even slightly parted, he thrusted his way into my mouth.
With my eyes still squeezed shut, Hatcher began thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth, keeping me steady with his hands. This was revolting and humiliating; I couldn’t believe he was actually fucking my face! His moans and groans filled the empty locker room, and my eyes began watering from his cock moving deeper and deeper down my throat. I started coughing at one point, but Hatcher hushed me. “Suck it up, bitch.” The taste of his pre-cum was disgusting, and I was praying he’d just be over and done with it. He pulled out of my mouth in the middle of a loud groan though, slapped me again and pushed me over onto my stomach. Before I knew it, he had entered me and was quickly grinding up against me. Tears were now streaming down my face from the immense amount of pain and discomfort. Hatcher was moaning hotly and gritting crude remarks in my ear. After what seemed like eternity, he pressed hard into me once more and I felt him come into me.
He lay on top of me for a few more moments, the tears still streaming down my face. I started to shudder and shake, which forced Hatcher to pull out and get up off of me. I heard rustling to put his pants back on, but I just lay on the floor shaking. “That’ll teach you for being the cocky little son of a bitch that you are. You better stay in fucking line when you talk to me from now on.” he spat down at me. I heard him walk towards the door and open it. Before exiting, he said “See you in December, bitch.” The door slammed shut, and I let out some soft whimpers. I finally sat up and grabbed the towel, quickly wrapping it around myself. I stood up and made my way to the showers again; I needed a good long one after what just happened. While in there, I tried to shake off the feeling of Hatcher’s hands and mouth on me. I must have scrubbed myself for a good 45 minutes, trying to get rid of the dirty feeling he’d given me. I was tainted and tarnished… who would want me now?
I quickly dried and dressed myself after my second shower of the night, wanting to get out the building as soon as I possibly could. I pulled my jacket and hood on, and made my way out to the parking lot. Getting in my SUV and starting the engine, I knew I couldn’t go back to Mario’s. I needed to go somewhere else, be with someone who made me feel safe. And I knew just who to go to. Driving quicker than I probably should’ve, I pulled up to the hotel in no time. Throwing my keys and a wad of bills at the valet guy, I rushed inside.
I made my way up to the 23rd floor, and quickly rapped on room 2315. The door opened, and Marc-André appeared in boxers and a t-shirt. “Sidney? Qu’est-ce-que tu fais ici?” he asked with concern as he let me in. As soon as the door was closed, I threw myself into his arms and started bawling. “Eh, Sidney… shhh, mon gars. Talk to me.” he said softly as he rubbed my back and held me tight. “I just needed to be with you, Fleur.” I sobbed softly into his chest. He led me into the room, and laid me into his bed, pulling the comforter over us both. I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow, and did so with ease. In a room with a man whose arms would keep me safe and help me forget, I drifted into a dreamless sleep.
Title: High-Sticked
Written by: Moi, lost__emotions
Characters: Sidney Crosby, Derian Hatcher, Mark Recchi, Marc-André Fleury.
Summary: Sidney gets a little too tangled up with Hatcher during their home-and-home series.
Rating: NC17!
I feel bad after writing all this but but.. *hugs Sid* It's fiction, right?
November 16/05 @ Philadelphia - Sidney’s POV
“That’s a fucking joke!” I yelled heatedly before going back to the dressing room. My teeth were chipped, my lip was cut and bleeding, and it was all because of Derian Hatcher. The best part of it? No fucking penalty was called. As I was getting stitched up, I was grumbling and grimacing mostly in frustration rather than pain. All I wanted was to get back onto the ice and hit him where it really hurt… the back of the net.
Things still didn’t seem to be going my way when I got back. Both teams were playing hard, which was great, and Marc-André was keeping us in it big time, but Hatcher seemed to have it in for me tonight. He got his stick up in my neck, and once again there was no penalty called. I questioned the ref rather harshly, I guess a little too harsh for his liking, so he gave me an unsportsmanlike conduct. Great, just what I needed. Hatcher skated by quickly, but slowed down enough for me to see an evil smirk on his face. I didn’t like it… no, I didn’t like it one bit.
Fortunately enough, the boys and I prevailed. The game went into overtime, just to spite me with tension. Malone gave me a nice feed, and sent me in alone on Antero Whatever-His-Last-Name-Was. One shot, low stick-side, and we had won it with 47 seconds to go. God, did that ever feel good. “Yeah! Fucking right! Nice pass, Malone!” I yelled enthusiastically along with the rest of my teammates. I caught a glimpse of Hatcher on my way off the ice, and gave him a little smirk of my own. Needless to say, he was fuming but all I cared about was the extra point we’d gotten. If he was pissed, all the better; he deserved it.
I did the whole media scrum thing in the locker room, as usual. Of course, they asked questions about Hatcher’s antics on the ice, but I brushed them off as nonchalant as possible. “I guess you’ll be seeing a dentist then, eh Sidney?” one reporter asked with a chuckle. “Yeah, I’ll have to see what he says. My mom would probably want me to, as well.”
The boys and I took our showers, changed back into our road suits, and were on our way back to the bus when Hatcher came out of nowhere and pulled me aside. “Crosby, you little bitch.” he growled angrily. I didn’t know how to respond, so I was just silent. He shoved me hard against the wall and pinned me tightly. “You think you’re so fucking cute, huh? Do you like missing teeth and a cut lip? ‘Cause there’s plenty more where that came from.” I stared straight back at him, knowing I couldn’t show him any fear. “Missing teeth and a cut lip are worth the game-winning goal, Derian. Don’t get mad at me, you’re the one playing a dirty game out there.” I snapped strongly. “Maybe you should sit out on Saturday to spare the embarrassment.” His eyes grew wide and he looked just about ready to punch me out. “You cocky little son of a whore.” he said as his grip on me got tighter. “You think you’re gonna win two in a row against me? Dream on you fucking little phenom.” his last words dripping with sarcasm. “You better fucking believe it.” I spat at him.
His mouth twisted into a smirk, the same smirk he’d flashed at me when I was in the box. “You wanna make a fucking bet on that, Crosby? If you lose on Saturday, you’re mine after the game.” he said as he reached down and cupped my crotch with his hand. I swallowed a lump in my throat and managed to say something. “And if you lose?” I questioned him. He snorted. “Highly unlikely. But to be fair, or whatever, I’ll give you a public apology about the high-sticking and missed calls.” I shook my head; this wasn’t worth it. “Forget it, Derian. I don’t want anything to do with you.” His eyes burned into mine like fire and tightened his grip on my crotch, his hand now roughly wrapped around my cock through my dress pants. “Jesus Christ, Derian! Lay the fuck off!” I gritted in pain. “You’re mine if you lose, Crosby, don’t you forget it. I’ll have my way with you whether you like it or not.” With one last squeeze and shove against the wall, he let me go and walked off down the hall, disappearing into a random door. I doubled over and just let the pain subside. Fuck, what had I gotten myself into?
I saw Marc-André come around the corner, and I knew he was looking for me. “Sidney, qu’est-ce-que tu fais? I turn around and you disappear! Es-tu correct?” he asked with concern. I straightened myself out and started walking towards the exit to shake things off. “Nothing, I’m fine. I just had a cramp. Were you guys waiting for me?” I played it off as if nothing happened, obviously. I knew better than to go squawking to the other guys. “Non, there are still few guys in the locker room.” I nodded at him with a small smile, and stepped onto the bus. I quickly sat down next to Mark, ignoring the soreness and throbbing in my pants. Mark tried talking to me, but my mind couldn’t focus on much of what he was saying.
I got into bed almost as soon as we got back to the hotel. I was trying to be inconspicuous, I really was. Sometimes though, roommates are too observant for their own good. “You okay, kid? You’ve been pretty quiet since the game ended.” Mark said as he was getting changed. Yawning and pulling the comforter over me I answered, “I’m fine, Rex. Just tired, you know? Quite the game tonight.” He chuckled, and got into his bed. “You had quite the game tonight, Sid. How’s your mouth?” I shrugged and yawned again. “You need to take one for the team sometimes. As long as I can keep playing, I don’t care what happens to me.” Something inside of me said I was going to be eating those words. Mark chuckled a little. “Hatcher’s a bit of a goon, eh? Never was a big fan of him myself. A little too rough around the edges.” God, you have no idea. “Night, Rex.” I said as my eyes voluntarily shut. “Night, kid.” he said and turned off the lamp. This is what I needed… a good sleep to just forget about everything.
We had a quick morning skate before heading back to Pittsburgh, which made me feel better. Nothing like a good practice to get my mind off things, and it works every time. When we actually got back to Pittsburgh, my worries about Hatcher had disappeared. He couldn’t do anything to me even if he tried. I pretty much got to relax the rest of the week, practicing hard when I needed to and had fun on the side with the guys. I did a couple more media scrums leading up to the night of the game. It was getting a fair bit of attention, being the second half of a home-and-home plus the missed high-sticking calls drama added onto that. As I did with everything, I downplayed it. If anyone expected me to do any differently, tough luck. This was just another game, another 2 points we needed to get.
Unfortunately, we didn’t bring any of the momentum from the first game back home. We were doing fine through the first two periods, and I even scored our first goal, but they took over in the last 20 minutes. Playing catch-up is never fun, especially when you don’t actually catch up. After all the media left, which wasn’t as soon as I hoped, I took my time in the shower. There was nothing better than a long shower after a long game. A majority of the guys had already gone home by the time I finished, so it was nice and quiet in the locker room. “You want me to wait up for you, Sid? You’re the last one here, as usual.” Mark smirked at me. “Nah, I’m fine. Have a good night, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I assured him. He hesitated a little, but nodded and eventually walked out.
I just sat in my stall in nothing but my towel for a few moments with my head in my hands. There were some nights where I took losses harder than others, and tonight was one of those nights. I heard the door of the locker room open again, and figured it was Mark coming back to check up on me. “Rex, really, I’m okay. You don’t need to wait for me.” When I looked up, however, Mark wasn’t the one staring down at me.
Hatcher’s cold eyes, which were filled with a passion I didn’t want to see, were burning into mine once again. “Hey, bitch. Looks like you lost tonight.” he said with his hideous smirk plastered on his face. I opened my mouth to yell for someone, but he quickly covered it with his hand. “Don’t make a fucking sound. A bet’s a bet, and you know it. I also know that you said shit-all to your teammates, which makes things all the better for me.” He let his hand down from my mouth, and I stayed silent purely out of fear. I had no idea what he was going to do to me, and I knew that I didn’t want to. “You don’t think anyone’s going to come in here looking for me?” I spoke nervously. Hatcher’s smirk simply twisted even more. “No, I know they won’t. I caught Recchi on his way out, and he let me know that you’re almost always the last one here. Nice guy, really.” Great… this is what you get for being a loner. Hatcher started unbuckling his belt and continued to take them off, which truly made me realize that this wasn’t going to be an enjoyable experience at all.
I eyed the door quickly, wondering if I’d be better off trying to make a run for it in just a towel. Before I was even close to making a decision, Hatcher had pushed me to the floor and covered my mouth with his. All 6’5” and 235 pounds of his weight was pressed down onto my 5’10” and 193 pound frame. His tongue parted my lips, and was exploring the interior of my mouth wildly. I was squeezing my eyes shut tightly, praying to God that this would all just disappear. It didn’t. He pulled away from me to my relief, but slapped my face with his strong hand; I was seeing stars just from that. He ripped the towel from my body, and flung it aside. “Lie back and relax, bitch.” he gritted and moved down my body. He kneeled at my feet and licked his lips. Being completely exposed to him, I hoped I was wrong about what he was going to do next.
I wasn’t, unfortunately. He took my cock in his hand, and started roughly stroking it. I groaned involuntarily, but Hatcher obviously didn’t see it that way. He kept stroking and stroking… curse the body’s automatic reactions! “You like that eh, bitch?” he snarled. “Fuck you, Hatcher.” I snapped back. “Oh, there’s plenty of time for that.” he said as he bent over and took me in his mouth. I pressed my hands to my face, trying to ignore the sensations I was feeling with Hatcher’s mouth and tongue doing things to my cock. Up and down my shaft he went, and one of his hands was firmly massaging my balls. I couldn’t believe this was happening, and I didn’t want to. My breathing was getting heavier and louder, and I soon found myself unable to control the sounds I was making. Hatcher was clearly relishing in my response to the unwanted pleasure he was giving me, and grunted loudly in the process. With a few more bobs of his head, I really had no other choice than to buck my hips and explode, covering my mouth with my hands to muffle my cries.
Hatcher swallowed everything, which made me cringe inside. However, I was already exhausted and wouldn’t have been able to attempt an escape even if I tried. “You taste better than I thought you would, Crosby. I should’ve done this earlier.” he told me breathily. My hands were still covering my face, afraid to let them down and see the look on Hatcher’s face. “My turn.” he said deeply, pulling me up and forcing me in a kneeling position. I was at perfect and equal level with his already hardened cock, which didn’t ease me any. He pressed his head to my lips, but I resisted its entrance into my mouth. “Oh come on now, little Crosby… don’t fight me, you know you can’t win.” He puts his hands on the back of my head, and continued to push forward. Still, I didn’t let him in… there was no way I was letting that thing in my mouth without a good fight. “Fine, be difficult.” he said and used his fingers to plug my nose. An old tactic, but unfortunately for me, it works more often than not. As soon as my lips were even slightly parted, he thrusted his way into my mouth.
With my eyes still squeezed shut, Hatcher began thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth, keeping me steady with his hands. This was revolting and humiliating; I couldn’t believe he was actually fucking my face! His moans and groans filled the empty locker room, and my eyes began watering from his cock moving deeper and deeper down my throat. I started coughing at one point, but Hatcher hushed me. “Suck it up, bitch.” The taste of his pre-cum was disgusting, and I was praying he’d just be over and done with it. He pulled out of my mouth in the middle of a loud groan though, slapped me again and pushed me over onto my stomach. Before I knew it, he had entered me and was quickly grinding up against me. Tears were now streaming down my face from the immense amount of pain and discomfort. Hatcher was moaning hotly and gritting crude remarks in my ear. After what seemed like eternity, he pressed hard into me once more and I felt him come into me.
He lay on top of me for a few more moments, the tears still streaming down my face. I started to shudder and shake, which forced Hatcher to pull out and get up off of me. I heard rustling to put his pants back on, but I just lay on the floor shaking. “That’ll teach you for being the cocky little son of a bitch that you are. You better stay in fucking line when you talk to me from now on.” he spat down at me. I heard him walk towards the door and open it. Before exiting, he said “See you in December, bitch.” The door slammed shut, and I let out some soft whimpers. I finally sat up and grabbed the towel, quickly wrapping it around myself. I stood up and made my way to the showers again; I needed a good long one after what just happened. While in there, I tried to shake off the feeling of Hatcher’s hands and mouth on me. I must have scrubbed myself for a good 45 minutes, trying to get rid of the dirty feeling he’d given me. I was tainted and tarnished… who would want me now?
I quickly dried and dressed myself after my second shower of the night, wanting to get out the building as soon as I possibly could. I pulled my jacket and hood on, and made my way out to the parking lot. Getting in my SUV and starting the engine, I knew I couldn’t go back to Mario’s. I needed to go somewhere else, be with someone who made me feel safe. And I knew just who to go to. Driving quicker than I probably should’ve, I pulled up to the hotel in no time. Throwing my keys and a wad of bills at the valet guy, I rushed inside.
I made my way up to the 23rd floor, and quickly rapped on room 2315. The door opened, and Marc-André appeared in boxers and a t-shirt. “Sidney? Qu’est-ce-que tu fais ici?” he asked with concern as he let me in. As soon as the door was closed, I threw myself into his arms and started bawling. “Eh, Sidney… shhh, mon gars. Talk to me.” he said softly as he rubbed my back and held me tight. “I just needed to be with you, Fleur.” I sobbed softly into his chest. He led me into the room, and laid me into his bed, pulling the comforter over us both. I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow, and did so with ease. In a room with a man whose arms would keep me safe and help me forget, I drifted into a dreamless sleep.