“Charlotte,” I croak. My mouth is so fucking dry that I can barely talk without throwing myself into a coughing fit.
“Who do we have here?” The guy next to me coos.
“That’s one fine piece of ass if you ask me,” someone else says, and the rest of the guys start laughing.
“Lucas, I need to talk to you.” Charlotte’s eyes bore into me from across the room.
“I don’t think Lucas is up for talking right now. But why don’t we have a talk in the bedroom, sweet cheeks?” Thomas grabs Charlotte’s arm and starts dragging her toward the back of my apartment.
Somewhere deep inside my mind, alarm bells go off, but my brain is so fogged up from my drug binge that the thought drowns within it.
“Lucas!” Charlotte’s panicked voice pierces through once more before a wave of high washes it away again.
I’m catapulted back to reality with the most unsettling feeling in my gut. I haven’t thought about that day in a very long time, and it’s taken me this long to realize what was actually happening.
Did she come to tell me she was pregnant? Did I let my friends rape her while I got so high I don’t even remember the rest of the night?
Fuck.
“Are you okay?” Aspen asks, concerned, her voice so similar to Charlotte’s.
“I’m sorry, I’ve got to go.” I jump up and jog out of the gym. I don’t even know where I’m going. All I know is I have to get away from Aspen. I can’t bear looking in her eyes right now, wondering if she can see the monster inside.