The next morning, I woke up to screaming. I sprung up and ran to the bathroom, where the screaming was. I came in to find my sister in the shower, with the curtain torn down, and Ian on the opposite side of the room. Ian's face showed embarrassment and anger.
"I thought that was you in the shower!" Ian shouted at me, as if he had the right to be angry.
"Get out! You do not have the right to be here!" I yelled back, fighting every inkling of fear in my body. With that comment, he left. I helped Lauren clean up the mess that was made and went back to sleep.
When I woke up for the second time, it was because I felt a pressure of the side of my bed. It was Ian. My eyes grew wide and I felt the need to scream but I was in so much shock nothing came out. "Please don't scream." Whispered Ian, he sounded scared. "I'm really sorry about scaring you lately. You're just so beautiful it's been driving me crazy ever since we met. I want you. I want to be with you. I love you. Please give me a chance." He said while he held me by my arms. I wanted to throw up, but instead a warm wetness surrounding me in my bed. Hoping Ian wouldn't notice and try to comfort me I said: "You have been scarring me, I now have nightmares every night because of you. But I can't be with someone who one: I am not attracted to in the least; and two: scares the living hell out of me. I'm sorry but we will never happen." That took everything I had and it felt amazing and terrifying at the same time. Ian face turned red and his grip tightened, then he eased up and the red drained his face. Without another word, Ian briskly walked out. When I was sure that he had gone I stripped my bed to go wash the sheets and clean myself up.