***Author's Note: It seemed that a lot of people didn't like the last chapter. I said it was going to be rough. Anyway, from now on I'm going to try to place the chapters into better categories. The last one probably should have been in Fetish.***
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Olivia couldn't sleep the entire night. She managed to sneak back into her room after her clothes and sheets had dried, but she laid in her bed, eyes wide open, mind running, staring towards Charlotte watching to see if she was going to get up and degrade her some more. Olivia had never felt like this, this unsure of what was going to happen and what to do next. The darkness in the room allowed her to look into the abyss and think back to the night before, the week before, her life before. She ran through everything, all of the happy times at home, and the horrible situations she had gotten herself into. At the end of it was the night before, Hank, Charlotte, the rape by her roommate. She thought about how Olivia forced the dildo down her throat, how she threw up all over hershelf, and how finally Olivia pushed the toy deep into her ass, fucking her roughly over and over.
The thing that stood out though, the thing that stuck with her, wasn't how rough it was, but how she had gotten off on it. How after getting raped in the mouth and the ass she couldn't stop cumming. It was the hardest she had ever cum, it was earth shattering and she couldn't get it out of her head. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" Olivia asked herself silently while laying there. Somehow her body had betrayed her more then she thought possible, making her enjoy and get off on the roughest sex and the most disgusting tasks. She hated herself, but the more time that passed the more she loved what she was making herself do.
Olivia made sure to get up and leave the room early, wanting to avoid seeing Charlotte. She had no idea what their next conversation would be like, if there was one. For all Olivia knew Charlotte would leave and move out, or complain and get Olivia kicked out. There was no way to know, and for now Olivia didn't want to think about it, she wanted to try to focus on other things.
The morning went off like she hoped, some time in the library, breakfast and a class. No tasks, no angry e-mails from Charlotte, or worse her family if Charlotte had actually decided to text them and destroy her life. The sun was shining, it was warm, everyone seemed happy, and Olivia was able to take her mind off the horribleness of the night before. Lunch was approaching and Olivia was thinking of what to get. Her plan was to stay out of her room as long as possible and hopefully only return when Charlotte was asleep again. So eating all of her meals out of her dorm was going to be the norm for awhile.
As she walked around trying to decide where to eat she felt a vibration from her phone. She opened it up and checked the message. A message from Charlotte. Olivia stopped in her tracks, worry running up to her face, someone hit her from behind and scolded her for stopping out of nowhere in the aisle.
Reluctantly she opened the message to see what Charlotte said. Olivia was ready for the worst, ready for her world to end. But instead when she read the message she was surprised, it was not what she expected.
"Olivia, can we meet and talk? I'm sorry about last night. 12:30 at the benches in the Quad?"
Olivia read it over a few times thinking about what she should answer. Does she want to see Charlotte again? Last night was rough, and extreme, but also amazingly hot, but what if Charlotte was tricking her, and was going to do something even worse? The options and thoughts rolled around in Olivia's brain for a few minutes while she thought. Eventually she decided she would meet, it was a public place and they were roommates, one way or another they would need to meet.
"OK" she answered.
Olivia still had an hour before the meeting so she grabbed some food and tried to think about other things while eating. If she sat there and worried it would make everything worse. She needed to try to relax and not think about all of the bad things that could happen, and instead try to focus on the positives. The hour clicked by slowly as she tried to force the food down her sore throat and into her nervous stomach.
When it was finally time to meet Olivia walked towards the benches slowly, turning her head around to see if she could see her roommate from a distance, trying to be prepared, not wanting to be startled or attacked in some kind of evil trick. As she got closer to the benches she saw Charlotte. She was sitting there alone, black leggings, white hoodie, her regular wear, legs together, hands on her knees, looking down at the ground, looking sad. Olivia instantly felt more relaxed, and maybe even a little bad, seeing someone she knew looking sad made her feel bad, even if it was someone who did horrible things to her just hours before.
Olivia walked up slowly to Charlotte and her roommates head raised to meet her, their eyes met and Olivia could see a tear run down Charlotte's cheek. OIivia's heart broke for some unknown reason. How could she feel like this about someone who attacked her? She didn't know, but she did.
"Hey..." Olivia said softly, still not sure about the situation.
"Hi..." Charlotte replied, while moving to her side making room for Olivia to sit beside her.
Olivia sat down, putting her bag on the ground between her legs. Both of the roommates sat there, looking out towards the other students, saying nothing, just being there, together. The moments slipped by with silence between them, neither of them knew what to say, or how to say it. As the silence started to switch from touching to awkward Olivia knew she had to break the ice.
"Charlotte..." she started without looking at her roommate, "I'm so sorry for what I did... but you have to believe me, I didn't mean to... I had too..." as the words started to come out, her pace picked up and everything came out at once, "I only had a couple of minutes to give someone a... you know what... and I was panicking, if I didn't do it my life would be over!... So I found the first person I could and I didn't even know who it was until he turned around... and then I tried to stop... but then..."
Charlotte spoke up finally, "I know... I know what happened." There was silence for a few moments before she continued. "I watched the video again... I saw what happened... I mean, what you did was fucked up," Charlotte looked up at Olivia for the first time, "but... you tried to stop, I see that now, I could tell you were horrified and if I was in your situation I don't know what I would have done. But I saw what my dad did, how he treated you, what he said to you... that wasn't right... and I'm sorry."
Olivia's head looked up to Charlotte their eyes meeting.
Charlotte continued, "And what I did to you last night was more than wrong, it was horrible... I can't even comprehend what I was thinking... I'm just so so so sorry," Charlotte continued with tears falling down her cheeks again. She looked at Olivia, her eyes welling up. Olivia reached her hand out and took Charlotte's in hers.
