The music blares as I walk toward the house full of teens. I wipe my sweaty palms onto the bottom of my dress and attempt to walk normally in my heels.
"Sam, why do you look constipated?" Caleb chuckles making Jess and Loren laugh.
I shoot him a glare and continue my way towards the house. Oh my god, oh my god, why am I doing this?
Sweaty bodies bump into mine as we enter the house and I can visibly feel the house shake to the base of the music.
"I need a drink," Loren says automatically walking towards the coolers while weaving in between drunk dancing bodies. Caleb stares at Loren in a daze and quickly follows her.
"He is sooo whipped," Jess says loudly over the music while smirking and staring at the two of them as they dance with their drinks.
I nod my head in a agreement and chuckle. If only he'd find the courage to finally ask Loren out. I knew Loren felt the same way.
I felt a pit form in my stomach. The way they looked at each other made me wish I had someone. Ha! What the hell am I even thinking?
"Sam! Come on let's go get a drink!!" Jess says giggling crazily while grabbing my wrist to pull me with her. Oh dear god.
Jess grabs me a two drinks from the cooler and holds one out to me. I hesitantly look at it and consider the pros and cons of what would happen if I did take the drink. Don't ask why I do this, I'm weird okay?
"Sam," Jess says loudly snapping her fingers in front of my face, snapping me out of my daze. "Everything is gonna be fine, it will be fun!!"
I shake my head getting rid of any negative thoughts I'd had and laugh while taking the drink. She's right. Everything is going to be fine. I take a large swig and laugh at Jess' shocked face.
"That's more like it, let's dance!" Jess yells as we make our way to the mob of people, finding Caleb and Loren, who both seemed to be a little tipsy already.
An hour had passed and I have no idea how many drinks I've had and I'm completely wasted to say the least. And I really really have to pee.
I make my way off the dance floor and scrounged around the house looking for a bathroom. I bumped into a wall and things were starting to become extremely dizzy.
An arm snakes it's way around my waist and pushes me up against the wall.
"What are you doing all by yourself here? You should know that someone as beautiful as you could be taken advantage of.." he slurs and his breath reeks of smoke and alcohol.
I attempt to wriggle out of his hold but he only pushes me back harder to keep me from moving.
"Get off me," I get out shakily while he pulls me into a nearby room and shutting the door and locking it. Tears form in my eyes. No no no, not again.
He harshly shoves me on the bed and i'm too dizzy and drunk to try to get up and run.
"Shhhh baby it will all be over soon," he says while pulling up my dress. I wriggle around hoping to create some distance. Anything to get me out of here.
"Help someone please!" I yell weakly while sobs wrack my body.
"Get off of me," I try to push him off as he holds me down while slowly taking off his pants.
"Help! I'm in here plea—mmmph!" He roughly covers my mouth with his hand.
"That's enough out of you, you'll enjoy this I promise," he smiles wickedly. He reaches down and pulls off one of his socks and harshly shoves it into my mouth, covering his hand over top to ensure I can't spit it out. He then takes off his other sock off and wraps it around my mouth to keep the sock in tying a knot tightly in the back
"Mmmph! Mmmm..." I say shaking my head while sobbing.
Suddenly there's a knock on the door.
"Hey! No one's allowed in these rooms, open the door!" a deep voice yelled that I swore I recognized.
"MMMPH!!! MMM!!!" I scream through the gag as loud as I could.
"Shit!" the guy on top of me says while quickly trying to pull down my underwear. He was still going to try. God please someone help me.
"What the hell is going on in there?!!" The voice outside yells again as they start to roughly beat on the door.
This is was it. It was happening. I was going to be raped for a second time. This is why I never went to parties. I should have been more careful, shouldn't have gotten drunk.
Suddenly there's a loud bang and I hear angry shouting in the distance. The weight on top of me is pulled off and I turn to see someone beating the shit out the guy who was on top of me. Everything is blurry. I'm still sobbing and I can't seem to move from where I'm laying no matter how hard I try.
I suddenly realize it's quiet in the room and I feel the bed dip beside me. I flinch and whimper into the gag, tightly closing my eyes.
"Shhhh it's okay it's just me"
My head snaps toward the person next to me. Matt? Holy shit Matt saved me.
Matt gently reaches down and unties the gag allowing me to spit out the sock.
"T-thank you," I get out shakily just before a sob racks my body.
Matt quickly pulls me to him, wrapping his arms tightly and protectively around my body. He rubs his hand up and down my back while whispering calming words into my ear.
My sobs eventually die down into sniffles and a few lone tears. I pull slightly away from him.
"How did you get in?" I ask while letting out a shaky breath.
"I broke down the door," he says as a matter of factly, like it was obvious.
For some reason, I laugh at this. I'm sure I look like a wreck.
"And I heard you..." He says while clutching his fists tightly and looking at the guy who assaulted me passed out on the ground.
"God i'm so sorry this happened to you Sam, I should have gotten in here sooner," Matt says while tucking a stray piece of my mangled hair behind my ear and caressing my tear stained cheek. I lean into his touch. I felt safe with him.
"It's okay, I'm okay now. Thanks to you," I say placing my hand on top of his on my cheek.
He stares at me with a look of concern in his eyes and pulls me into him again. I rest my head on his chest, clutching his shirt in my hand. I let out a content sigh and my eyes slowly start to close.
God he smells good. Is the last thing I think about before sleep takes over my body.
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Not Your Traditional Summer Love
RomanceI sloppily wiped the sweat off my face as I pushed the lawn mower up the hill of my grandparents house. Dammit why is this mower so heavy?! I thought to myself as I slowly turned the mower around to go back down the hill. My eyes catch a glimpse of...
