Derrick was clingy in bed. Emily aka Crystal never had a moment alone. Yes, it had finally happened. It was like she wasn't even there. It was just going through the motions.
Sometimes, she stared at the ceiling when it would happen. The sex. Other times, she couldn't wait to find out what was on TV. No, he wasn't Rosco. And sometimes, she found herself wanting to cry, but she wouldn't let herself.
Rosco was probably with someone else now. Probably cuddling with someone while watching What I like about you and rubbing her back and making her just want to be with him all night.
She just wanted it over with Derrick. She wanted his hands off of her. She wanted him to sleep. Go away. Something.
But the headache just seemed to grow.
First it was after the show. Then the whole weekend.
Then there was the whole tattoo thing to discuss. Really, she didn't want his name tattooed on her butt.
"Oh, come on, it'll be cute." He was all smiles about it. "I heart derrick."
'Um, no." She had to draw the line somewhere. What was she, his cheerleader? "How many girls have that on their butt, already?"
"I don't know, I can think of a couple."
"A couple?" No, she would not be part of a factory line. "I don't want too."
"Yes, you do."
"No I don't."
And thats when the pain started. She thought he might snap her wrist in to when he grabbed her hard and pulled her into his lap.
She guessed he knew what was best. But how come everyday, she felt more or less like a robot.