33. Chapter 33
Chapter 33
Dylan
Ace leads me out of the room and I head straight for my car. Fuck this. “Dylan, wait!” He yells and I spin on him with narrowed eyes.
“Not now! Just leave me the fuck alone!” I spit as he takes his shirt off, throwing it at me. I catch it with ease, not realizing I was still wrapped in Easton’s blanket. Nodding, I shake it off me, letting it hit the dirt as I shove my head in the shirt and climb into the car, wanting to get the fuck away from it all as fast as I can. I'm humiliated, hurt, and pissed the fuck off.
Peeling out in the mud, I get on the highway, pounding my fists against the steering wheel. How could I have been so stupid? I let out a blood-curdling scream as I speed through the streets. How could he? Why? Why would he do that to me? I feel so fucking disgusted. I let him touch me in ways no other man has touched me before. He violated me. He betrayed my trust. There’s no coming back from this!
Tears stream down my face as I pull into my empty driveway. I lay my head back and let the tears flow freely. All the promises, the I love you’s, were for nothing! Fucking nothing! I should have never given him my heart. I should have never gone to The Den the night I beat Bianca’s ass! I should have just let her play him! Fuck, I’m so fucking stupid!
Wiping my tears away, I reach over to the glove box and open it to grab my clutch and phone. I slam it shut and get out of the car. Lightning cracks the moment I step out and slam my car door shut. Rain begins to fall from the sky, getting heavier with every step I take.
Opening the back gate, I toss my phone inside my clutch and throw it onto the covered porch, and walk deeper into the yard. I look up at the sky and let the rain lick my face as I sink to my knees and fall back onto the grass. I stay this way as thunder rumbles in the distance, getting louder the closer it gets.
It’s not until lightning strikes the tree in the next yard, causing the branch to break and collapse, that I pick myself up and go into the house soaked, grabbing my clutch along the way. I move robotically as I strip in the laundry room, throwing Ace’s shirt in the wash along with my panties, grab a bottle of water from the fridge, and head up to my room for a shower.
After berating myself some more, I pull out some sweats, a hoodie, and take some pain pills. As I climb into bed, I plug in my phone and scroll to Easton's name to block him before putting it on silent. I never want to speak to him again. A few texts come through from the girls, but I don’t have the energy to deal with their questions, so I roll over and wait for the pills to kick in as tears pour from my eyes onto the pillows.
Taking a deep breath, I try not to think about anything other than the high from the pills, but Easton’s battered face and the tears that dropped from his swollen eye as he begged me to let him explain, keeps haunting my thoughts.
Something is telling me I should have stopped and listened, but the proof is in the video. He forced me to cum when he violated my body with that sex toy. He made me feel good in that moment, when I fucking needed him the most, when I fantasized it was him doing all those things to make the situation less traumatic, and it was.
Then he punched me in the face, knocking me out. I don’t remember him actually fucking me. I would know how he felt, how he smelled, but I saw it with my own eyes. Him rutting into me like a madman as the others in the room laughed. I just don’t understand how he could humiliate me like that. How he could go against Fatal and let these monsters touch me, hurt me, fucking rape me!
Something doesn’t add up. He always said he would never hurt me, he would always protect me, but after seeing that video, he’s a liar. He didn’t fucking protect me. He allowed it to happen, and that hurts the most. I laid there helplessly, wanting to fight back, but the drug wouldn’t let me and you would think Easton, the man who confessed his love for me, would have tried to help me but he didn't. He went along with it and then made a fool out of me ever since.
I roll over facing the window and watch the rain pelt against the glass as my eyes get heavy and a dreamless sleep takes over.
Hours later, I wake up to a light shining in my window as nightfall bleeds the sky. I get up to shut my blinds and I freeze with a gasp as I see Easton beaten, covered in blood, struggling to get his clothes off.My heart breaks even more as I take in his appearance, then his battered eyes connect with mine and my hand covers my mouth. He’s almost unrecognizable as he reaches a hand out to me, mouthing ‘I’m so sorry’ and I jump back, shutting the blinds.
Scrambling back to my bed, I don’t know what to think. I’ve never seen him hurt like that. He’s always so strong and resilient. My heart yearns to go to him, but my brain is telling me he deserved it, but fuck. I can’t help but still fucking love him. And seeing him like that is destroying me, but I can’t, I won’t. He deserves to suffer just like I did. He’s a liar and the ultimate manipulator. Fuck this. I reach for my phone and my clutch, grabbing another pill, washing it down with water as I text my uncle.
Me: Hey, can you have Hazel text me? I forgot to get her number when I was there.
Spade: No problem, kiddo. She’s texting you now. How’s your rib doing?
Me: Thanks you’re the best. The rib has seen better days, but it’s fine. Nothing I can’t handle.
Spade: Good, I’m glad to hear it. Talk soon.
Me: XOXO.
I pull open the next thread to Hazel.
Hazel: Well, well, Skittle Pop. What can I do for you?
Me: Wanna hang out?
Hazel: Really?
Me: Yea, unless you’re busy, then I’ll just go to bed.
Hazel: Nonsense, I’ll send you my address. Text me when you get here.
Me: Okay, see you soon.
She sends me her address and I climb out of bed, getting dressed in black leggings and a tank top. I grab all the things I need and head out. Getting into my car, I put the address into my GPS and it shows a thirty-five minute drive to her.
Maybe hanging out with Hazel will make me forget about today. Forget about how my heart is completely destroyed and there’s nothing left but ashes.
Only one could hope.