Athena:
After I finished drinking my water, I made my way to the bathroom while Hades waited for me at the kitchen.
However, halfway there, I was stopped by a group of boys who looked drunk out of their minds. I had sobered up a little while chugging down water so I knew that they were bad company.
"Hello pretty girl, I'm Kyle and these are my friends. We've been watching you all night and you've been a real tease by shaking your ass all night without letting us have a feel."
They all started laughing and I tried to walk away but I was trapped by them as we were in a small corridor.
No. Please No. I can't do this again. Okay I have to stay calm. These boys are harmless right?
"Sorry I'm not interested so please could you move out the way." I replied, trying to control the nervousness in my voice. Luckily, it came out strong just like I wanted.
"No, you were being a slut and practically begging for us so here we are, giving you what you want." He said, getting angry.
I was backed up in the corner, defenceless against four men who were quite large so he took this chance to grab my ass.
"Fuck her ass is nice. I can only imagine what it's like underneath that dress of hers."
I can't breathe. His hand. No. No. No. I can't breathe. Someone help me please.
"Get your hand off me right now." This time my voice was shaking as I was on the brink of a panic attack.
"Ooo, this bitch thinks she has a choice. Now now you're gonna take us like a good slut and not make a sound." He spat while him and his friends pinned me to the wall and and started touching me up everywhere.
Hands roamed around my ass and up my dress and on my chest while I felt someone kissing my neck.
No. No. Please someone save me. Not again.
"Get your fucking hands off her right now!" Someone growled.
Suddenly I wasn't pinned to wall anymore - instead I was on the ground, curled up in the corner with tears streaming uncontrollably down my face and my chest tightening very quickly.
I can't breathe. I can't believe it's happened again. I should just die. I need to cut. I'm a slut for letting this happen again.
I was then wrapped in someone's protective hold. It was safe. It was home.
"Baby, breathe for me please. Deep breaths. In and out. Follow my heart. In and out baby. You're okay. You're safe."
I put my hand on his chest and took deep breaths to control my breathing just like the deep and soothing said.
In and out. In and out.
It was working. My chest was opening up again and I could breathe normally.
It was Hades.
Hades saved me from those boys and helped me through my panic attack.
"See you're doing it. Well done sweetheart." His voice soothed me and calmed me down completely. I felt safe in his protective hold.
Hades continued to whisper words of encouragement into my ear until I stopped crying and regulated my breathing.
"Thank you." I said quietly as I was still shaken up by what had just happened.
"I should have gotten here sooner." He said, as his jaw clenched and he looked down in guilt and anger.
"No, it's okay. At least you got here. But how did you know?" I questioned.
"Well you were taking a bit long and I got worried so I came over and then I saw what those cunts were doing to you and I lost it. I took care of them so don't worry."
I ignored what he said about 'took care of them' because frankly I couldn't care less - I just want to get out of here.
I nodded to him - unable to trust my voice in fear of another breakdown - thankful that he came to get me and he seemed to understand what I was trying to covey.
"Are you sleeping here tonight?"
"Yeah I am."
With that, he picked me up off the floor and led me into a bedroom. He gently put me down on the bed and went to the wardrobe before returning with some clothes.
"Here, I thought you might want something to change into. In the bathroom, there's a toothbrush for you." He explained.
I nodded, not really trusting my voice as it probably sounded very shaky. I treaded over to the bathroom with the clothes and shut the door.
I stared at myself in the mirror. I had mascara running down my face and my hair was slightly dishevelled. My dress had ridden up and the sleeves had fallen off my shoulders. I looked like a mess.
The urge to cut was really strong right now.
Sighing, I cleaned up the makeup and brushed my teeth. I then changed into the extremely large clothes that Hades had given me. They were engulfed in his scent so I assume that they're his.
I roll up the boxers and put on the T-shirt which completely swallows me whole. Luckily the shirt was long sleeved so I didn't have to worry about covering anything up. That would have been hard to explain.
God knows he already thinks I'm crazy from that whole panic attack.
I open the door to see him dressed in just tracksuits - showcasing all of his glory. His well toned body containing a whole eight pack and his several tattoos that make him even hotter.
He's looking down at his phone so I clear my throat to grab his attention. "Thanks for the clothes," I say awkwardly.
He looks over me - seeming pleased by the sight of me wearing his clothes.
"You look good in them Athena." And now I'm a blushing mess. Again. It seems that all I do around him is blush.
I roll my eyes and crawl over to the bed, settling down next to him.
"Good Night Darling." He whispers before getting up off the bed and heads towards the door.
"Good Night Hades."
I hear the soft click of the door and now I'm alone in this dark room with just my thoughts to keep me company.
Several hours later, I've been moving around, trying to sleep all night. But I can't. Every time I close my eyes, all I can see and feel are their hands on my body.
I'm not going to be able to get sleep tonight. I'm scared to be alone.
I sit up and debate going outside to see if I can get Hades to come back into the room to sleep with me because I'm too paranoid to close my eyes and weirdly he makes me feel safe.
After going back and fourth for a while, I gather the courage to walk out the door to find Hades knowing that I won't be able to stay in there any longer.
"Hades?" I whisper to the figure on the sofa.
He stirs for a moment before sitting up in alarm.
"What's wrong sweetheart? Are you okay? Why aren't you sleeping?" I smile at his concern for me.
"I just—I can't sleep. And I'm a bit paranoid I guess so would you—um—come back inside the bedroom so I'm not alone."
"Of course I will baby."
We go inside with him trailing behind me. He lays down on the bed and opens his arms for me to settle in. I gladly accept and cuddle into his safe hold. Tiredness consuming me.
Hopefully now I'll be able to sleep. I'm so tired.
He softly pecks my forehead before mumbling something incoherent under his breath. I don't catch what he says as I'm already drifting off to sleep.