What the fuck is wrong with me?
It takes every ounce of energy in my body to push to my feet and—
“Going somewhere?”
I don’t need to see him to recognize his voice.
Drained, I force my eyes open, barely discerning Logan and Axel advancing toward me in the darkness of Theo’s backyard.
“W-What do you want?” I slur.
“What every teenage boy wants, baby.” Logan smirks. “Fun.”
Time seems to slow down.
My eyes filling with tears, I glance at the red cup in my hand.
I know instantly.
No.
No.
God, please, no.
“Something wrong with your drink, Vee?” Axel taunts.
The red cup slips from my hands onto the cement, and I fall backward onto the lounge chair against my will.
So… Freaking… Weak.
How did I not see him slip me something?
When?
A tear streams down my face as the realization crushes me. It had to be when I glanced at Xavier. Had to. The boys continue to close in on me, and I don’t even have the necessary energy to panic. I can feel myself fading.
“No” is all I can say.
Logan snorts. “Trust me, you’ll be begging me to fuck you in a minute.”
“Why me?” My eyelids weigh a thousand pounds.
“I thought it was about time we revisit that threesome idea.” Logan pushes me flat against the lounge chair, climbing on top of me and pinning me down under his body. I can’t fight back. All I can do is scream inwardly.
I scream and I scream.
But no one hears me.
“Here? Are you fucking crazy?” Axel scolds.
“Shut up and keep watch,” Logan snarls.
“Keep watch?” Axel hisses. “Why do you get to be the one who fucks her?”
This is real.
This is happening.
I’m going to get raped in Theo’s backyard by my sister’s ex with my best friend just a few steps away. The last thing I see is Logan’s hands fiddling with the straps of my dress.
The last thing I hear is the sound of his jeans’ zipper as he shoves his pants down his hips.
The last things I feel are his nails digging into my thighs and his mouth tracing down my neck.
Then nothing.