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couldn’t move the way I needed to. Plus, my head was pounding and my stomach still felt sick.
He pushed me, pinning me to the front door. His hands went down my body as he tried to kiss me. I fought him the best I could. My stomach felt worse and my mouth watered. Derek tried again to kiss me and I pushed him away with all my strength. He was pissed and came at me. That was when I doubled over and threw up on him. I got his jeans and boots. He swore and slapped my face, causing my ears to ring and making my cheek go numb. He threw my keys at my shoulder and stormed off into the night.
At least I wasn’t raped.
I opened the door and went inside faster than my heart was beating. Once a locked door was between that lunatic and me, I felt a little better. I leaned against the door and slid down it. I laid on the floor, crying. I cried until I couldn’t anymore. When I ran out of tears, I fell asleep on the cool tile.
***
I wasn’t sure if I dreamed. If I did, it was in shades of gray. I was awakened by a pounding on the front door that was a foot away from my head. It made my headache worse. I opened the door without seeing who it was. Thankfully, it was Amelia. She looked bright-eyed and bushytailed.
She clicked her tongue at the sight of me. She gathered me in her arms and walked me to the couch. I laid there like I was stabbed and bleeding to death. She kept asking me questions, but it sounded more like a fog horn going off.
“Shh, I can’t think. My head feels like there’s a hammer trying to break my skull and steal my brain,” I said.
“Can you get me a cold cloth for her head? A paper towel will do. The kitchen is over there.” Amelia was talking to someone, but I couldn’t open my eyes to see who.
“Who’s here?” I whispered.
“Just Hunter. We’re going to take care of you. When you feel better, you’re going to tell us what happened.”
I moaned and grabbed the ugly brown, throw pillow off the couch and placed it over my face.
“This will feel better,” Amelia said, replacing the pillow with a cool paper towel. She was right. I fell back into empty black dreams.
***
The sun’s rays poured in through the window near the archway. It burned my eyes and forced me to wake up. I took the dry, limp paper towel off my forehead and scanned the room. I appeared to be alone. I slowly sat up and looked around again. There wasn’t a soul in the living room. I attempted to stand, but failed. I was stuck on the couch. On the plus side, my headache had become a dull pain.
“You’re awake!” Amelia said. Her voice came from behind me.
The sound of her voice made my skin ache and my head wish to split open. I was still in a drunken haze when it came to sound and she was killing me. “Please shut up or I’m going to have to cut you,” I said bitterly, sagging back into the couch.
She walked around and kneeled in front of me. Worry sparkled in her hazel eyes. “Please tell me what happened to you. You looked like you had passed out as soon as you stepped into the door.”
“I did,” I said dryly.
Her eyes widened.
“Is Hunter still here?”
She shook her head. “No, he went home. You’ve been out all day.”
Horror raced through my veins. “What? Are you serious? Damn it.”
“What happened?” Amelia placed her hands on mine. She felt warm. I could tell she’d had fun with Hunter. Her lips were never that red before and her face glowed. Even as she pouted, her skin glowed.
“Nothing really. I helped Jason with a keg and then got roped into playing Truth or Dare. After drinking a lot of tasteless, flat beer, that may or may not have been spiked, I tried to leave, only to be told I wasn’t in good condition to drive. I let a guy named Derek bring me home. Everything was going fine until he tried some moves on me.”
“What?” She sounded horrified.
“He didn’t. I threw up on him and he slapped me. Last I saw of him, he was stomping away into the shadows.”
He pushed me, pinning me to the front door. His hands went down my body as he tried to kiss me. I fought him the best I could. My stomach felt worse and my mouth watered. Derek tried again to kiss me and I pushed him away with all my strength. He was pissed and came at me. That was when I doubled over and threw up on him. I got his jeans and boots. He swore and slapped my face, causing my ears to ring and making my cheek go numb. He threw my keys at my shoulder and stormed off into the night.
At least I wasn’t raped.
I opened the door and went inside faster than my heart was beating. Once a locked door was between that lunatic and me, I felt a little better. I leaned against the door and slid down it. I laid on the floor, crying. I cried until I couldn’t anymore. When I ran out of tears, I fell asleep on the cool tile.
***
I wasn’t sure if I dreamed. If I did, it was in shades of gray. I was awakened by a pounding on the front door that was a foot away from my head. It made my headache worse. I opened the door without seeing who it was. Thankfully, it was Amelia. She looked bright-eyed and bushytailed.
She clicked her tongue at the sight of me. She gathered me in her arms and walked me to the couch. I laid there like I was stabbed and bleeding to death. She kept asking me questions, but it sounded more like a fog horn going off.
“Shh, I can’t think. My head feels like there’s a hammer trying to break my skull and steal my brain,” I said.
“Can you get me a cold cloth for her head? A paper towel will do. The kitchen is over there.” Amelia was talking to someone, but I couldn’t open my eyes to see who.
“Who’s here?” I whispered.
“Just Hunter. We’re going to take care of you. When you feel better, you’re going to tell us what happened.”
I moaned and grabbed the ugly brown, throw pillow off the couch and placed it over my face.
“This will feel better,” Amelia said, replacing the pillow with a cool paper towel. She was right. I fell back into empty black dreams.
***
The sun’s rays poured in through the window near the archway. It burned my eyes and forced me to wake up. I took the dry, limp paper towel off my forehead and scanned the room. I appeared to be alone. I slowly sat up and looked around again. There wasn’t a soul in the living room. I attempted to stand, but failed. I was stuck on the couch. On the plus side, my headache had become a dull pain.
“You’re awake!” Amelia said. Her voice came from behind me.
The sound of her voice made my skin ache and my head wish to split open. I was still in a drunken haze when it came to sound and she was killing me. “Please shut up or I’m going to have to cut you,” I said bitterly, sagging back into the couch.
She walked around and kneeled in front of me. Worry sparkled in her hazel eyes. “Please tell me what happened to you. You looked like you had passed out as soon as you stepped into the door.”
“I did,” I said dryly.
Her eyes widened.
“Is Hunter still here?”
She shook her head. “No, he went home. You’ve been out all day.”
Horror raced through my veins. “What? Are you serious? Damn it.”
“What happened?” Amelia placed her hands on mine. She felt warm. I could tell she’d had fun with Hunter. Her lips were never that red before and her face glowed. Even as she pouted, her skin glowed.
“Nothing really. I helped Jason with a keg and then got roped into playing Truth or Dare. After drinking a lot of tasteless, flat beer, that may or may not have been spiked, I tried to leave, only to be told I wasn’t in good condition to drive. I let a guy named Derek bring me home. Everything was going fine until he tried some moves on me.”
“What?” She sounded horrified.
“He didn’t. I threw up on him and he slapped me. Last I saw of him, he was stomping away into the shadows.”
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