Dr. Nicca James Alfarone

"Damn, what the hell did I do last night?" My head was pounding like a mofo as if I had been banging against the wall. My body felt so sore as if I had been beaten mercilessly and my asshole, oh god my ass.

Did I get gang raped?

That's what it felt like as I clenched it back and forth, my eyes shut to hold back the tears of pain. I opened my eyes to see that I was in some unfamiliar room, an arm thrown over my waist. "The fuck is this?" I muttered to myself, wiping away the crust from the corner of my eyes. I stilled when I heard breathing coming from the right of me.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

I am internally panicking.

I slowly and carefully followed the veins of the arm up to where it connected with the shoulder and further to where the shoulder met the neck which met the head. I zeroed in on the face to realize that it was a patient of mine, Stanley.

If that was what his name was.

He was sleeping soundly and I heard small snores being emitted from his nose. I started to shiver and I realized that I was naked and he had taken all of the blankets. Did this mean we had sex and I could no longer say that I was straight because I had sex with a guy?

It was quite clear that I was on the receiving end with all the pain coming from my anus and the dried blood on my leg. It was very little but I could tell it was there which meant he had taken me roughly without preparation. Well, thank you kind sir for taking my ass virginity.

I rolled my eyes as I slowly moved his arm from around me, the need to leave outweighing the need to puke all over him and his bed. He grunted a bit, wrapping his arms around the pillow I had put in place of myself and I looked for my clothes.

I had no idea how this happened because the last thing I remembered was dancing with Jose and then someone came up from behind me and wrapped their arms around me. Was that person Stewie? Or was it Stanislav? Maybe it was Stanton. Either way, it was one of those. I hissed at the flare of pain that came when I slipped on my pants. I couldn't find my boxers and I wasn't going to waste time trying to look for them.

I almost let out a manly squeal when I saw the hickeys that covered my torso. That motherfucker had no sense of decency! How dare he do this to me!

The question was, how was I going to tell Jose that my birthday present was a dick shoved in my ass. Things like that don't just come out the way you want them to and I didn't need Jose thinking that I was gay because I don't even remember what happened but judging by the pain in my butt, I'd say he was fairly sized.

"Fuck!" I hissed when a hint of pain shot through me. It was official. I was dying.

I couldn't even tell if I was raped because I was drunk and maybe I had liked it. Either way, it wasn't happening again.

I took a look around the blue room to take in the surroundings of the huge window on the wall, the big, black bed in the middle in which Stewie laid in and the door across from him which probably led to the bathroom.

I had to go before he woke up and questioned everything.

It was as if he had this planned from this start, talking about how we would meet again. No one person says that.

I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair, slipping on my shirt. I spotted my phone on the dresser and I immediately leaped to it. I unlocked it and my phone started to buzz with incoming texts, all from Jose.

Bitch where are you?

Did that man eat you alive?

The least you could do is text back, asshole.

Was the dick too good that you forgot I existed?

Hellooooo! I'm still here.

Nicca James Alfarone, if you don't answer me this instant.

Fine then, our friendship is over since you don't care.

I chuckled at the last text. I knew Jose was just joking. We have been best friends for too long just to let it crumble to pieces like that. I met him my first grade year in school and ever since then, I question my mentality. Being with him was exhausting because he was utterly flamboyant yet stoic, if that is even a thing.

I grabbed my phone and slipped in the back of my pocket along with my wallet and put on my white sneakers.

Time to blast out of here.

* * *

"Um, who are you?" I heard Jose mutter before he turned his back to me with a sneer. "I'm your best friend." I grinned, wrapping my arms around his waist and my head to his back because I was too short to reach him. "I think not." He tried to shrug me off but I clung to him like a barnacle.

"Nicca..." He groaned and I grinned. "Say you love and I'll let you go." I demanded and he cursed under his breath.

"Before I tell you this, you have to promise not to freak out." I said and Jose smirked knowingly. "Oh, do tell me this interesting information, Dr. Alfarone." He chuckled, pushing his blond locks out of his face before letting his eyes fall to me.

"I may or may not have had sex last night." I breathed out and he continued to stare at me, not understanding my point. "So?" He snorted. "Should you not have had sex last night?" He raised a brow, taking a sip of his warm coffee and I shook my head, waving my hands in his face. "No that's not the point!" I sighed, covering my eyes. "I had sex with a man."

I watched as the coffee he had sipped, burst out of his mouth onto the table. "FUCKING HELL, WHAT?!" He stared at me, wide eyed, unable to say anything. "Nicca, it's not nice to lie to gay people like that." He folded his arms before narrowing his eyes. "I'm not lying to you, Jose. There's pain in my asshole and I inspected the tears and it's confirmed that I did engage in sexual intercourse with someone else. " I explained.

"Hoooooooooooooooly shit!" He smiled ruefully and I stared at him like he was crazy. "Well Nicca, welcome to the dark side where you can receive penis every now and then." Then he tilted his head. "You were on the receiving end, right?" He narrowed his eyes, his finger in my face. "Yes, Jose." I rolled my eyes.

"Well, this is good to have a gay friend now." He nodded affirmatively. "I don't even know if I'm gay or just bisexual. I wasn't even conscious enough to feel anything. I was too drunk." I told him and he glared at me. "Then that asshole who had sex with you shouldn't have did that then. You could call that rape, you know? You weren't conscious enough to tell what was going on so he took advantage of you." Jose folded his arms and I knew he was pissed.

"Do you know who it was?" He asked and I shook my head. "I think I have an idea but I'm not too sure about it. The only thing I remember was dancing with you before someone came up behind me and after that, I don't know." I threw my hands up in the air, gathering weird looks from the other customers in the cafe.

Jose sighed. "This is fucked up." I nodded in agreement. "I mean I recognize the person who I had sex with but I don't know his name." I corrected myself. "Would you be able to point him out?" I shrugged. "If my memory served me right, I'd remember him. The only thing I remember was that beard of his." It had been hours since I left that man's place and I wasn't planning on seeing him again.

"But enough about me, what's going with you?" I had noticed the unease in Jose's character and it wasn't like him. "Last night," He sighed, looking down and I felt the atmosphere change. "I met a guy and he gave me the best night of my life." He said and I raised a brow. "So?" I questioned and he sighed once again. "But this morning when I woke up beside him, he demanded that I give him my number because we weren't done by a long shot. You know, Nicca, how I feel about continuous night stands. I don't do that sort of thing. But before I could even decline, he already found out information about me, like he was some FBI man or something." He covered his face.

"Do you know him?" I asked and he shook his head. "No but he told me his name." He stated and I asked. "What was it?" He furrowed his brow. "Kaiden. Kaiden West." He snorted but I knew it was angry snort. "He figured out my number and now he won't stop texting me. I don't know what to do, Nicca!" Jose gritted his teeth in frustration. "I refuse to do anything this man wants because I'm not going down that path again."

I nodded in understanding. Jose had gotten his heart broken by a previous one night stand who wanted to stay by his side but he ended up leaving and cheating on Jose. He had really loved the guy and he had saw a future between them beyond the 3 years that they were together.

So I can't blame him.

Suddenly, it felt like we were being watched. Like a exhibit at a zoo. I felt the hairs on my arms rise and I could feel eyes boring into my skin. I swallowed my unease. "Does it feel like someone's watching you?" I asked Jose and he shook his head. "No." He said. "I feel fine. Why?" He questioned and I shrugged.

"I feel like someone's watching me." I looked around the cafe, blood thumping inside of my head, to realize that everyone was into their own conversation. "Look to your right at 10
o' clock." Jose inconspicuously looked out the window and I followed suit, fear running through my veins.

There was someone sitting on the bench across from us outside at a nearby store, dressed in all black with sunglasses on and he was holding a camera, continuously clicking. "Do you know him?" Jose and I shook my head. "No, but he clearly knows me." I whispered in confusion, clenching my fists.

Then I remembered what my father warned me of. Since we have enemies, Nicca, anyone and everyone will be out to get you so be alert and smart. I hadn't thought of that but why would anyone be after me when they didn't know the status I carried in this world? It wasn't as if I was oozing royalty out of my pores.

"Let's go." I nodded towards the door. "I don't feel comfortable here anymore." I said, watching as the man on the bench let out a smirk that gave me shivers before getting up and walking away. I got the feeling that this wasn't over. "Come on." Jose said as we got up to walk away, throwing our trash away.

Then my phone vibrated in my hand.

Hey this is Steve. We should hang out again.