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She came home from her day shift at Shop-Rite, a small bag of milk in one hand and cotton-candy vodka and boxed wine in the other. she just turned 21 and she's been taking great advantages to that.

Tucker wanted no part in her drunken messes. he didn't like alcohol; the tatse, the feelings and the aftermath. it overwhelmed him more that he already was on a daily basis.

but when caroline came out with two decently larged glass filled to the brim, he accepted it. she sat on his lap and cupped his face, her lips entangled with his and she let go and spoke;

"if you love me, you would join me."

her voice was soft like an angels kiss but her tone was ablaze like her devil soul. she twisted his brown hair in her enlonged nails as she looked at him with her deep green eyes.

it tasted like juice at first. a very strange juice that had sugar overload, and than a bitter aftertaste came afterwards that made him twist his face. caroline giggled.

"is this your first time doing anything like this, babe?"

Tucker nodded as she wrapped her arms around him. "it's alright darling."

he loved how those words came out of her mouth. how those words soaked in his mind. darling, baby, doll; they imprinted his heart and mind like dog tracks in the mud. they were soft.

soon, one cup turned to three and three cups of vodka turned to Caroline kissing him a little too hard and the rough kissing turned to;

Tucker woke up the next day, in tears. he woke up and didn't remember anything but the word "no". He yelled it. He had an erection, he had it and she said it was normal and it meant he needed to be helped but he didn't want help. He didn't know what to do.

he laid in bed, his body naked and his mind throbbing. he was scared and no body would believe him. he was a tall, powerful man. she was barely gracing 5'6''. he would be laughed at.

he was scared.