Chapter 24
twenty-four
Rowyn Hale
Blackouts
I jolt awake, and my eyes fly open to nothing but darkness.
I have no recollection of how I got here.
What the fuck is going on? I rip the blanket off me as my clothes stick to my sweaty skin.
I take a deep breath and climb out of bed, stumbling.
Why do I feel so dizzy? My hands collide with my desk, and I turn the lamp on.
Dim light illuminates the small space as my eyes adjust.
The first thing I notice is Misti’s bed is empty with no sign that she’s been back here.
I look around the room and see my discarded clothes.
I take a step towards the pile, narrowing my eyes.
What is that? Then I see red on my hands and gasp.
Why is there blood on my hands? What the fuck?
My hands immediately fly to my body as I check to see if I have any cuts, but by the amount of blood staining my hands, I don’t think it’s mine.
I bend over picking up my clothes and see blood splattered all over my hoodie, pants, and boots.
I freeze, dropping everything to the floor as I stare at the wall in disbelief.
Why can’t I fucking remember anything? Why does this keep happening?
My heart begins to beat rapidly—my breaths come out short and labored.
I-I can’t fucking breathe. I need to wash this off me.
But how do I leave this room without anyone else seeing me? Fuck!
My chest tightens the longer I stand here trying to figure out what the fuck to do.
Do I call Misti? No, I can’t. I barely know her, and whatever I did, I don’t want to involve her.
“Fuck!” I yell as tears fall down my face.
I walk over to my bed and dig around for my phone.
“Where the fuck is it?” I say to myself as my hands move furiously over my sheets and pillows.
Every time I look down and see the stains on my skin, my stomach turns.
Finally, I find it, open the screen and call the only other person I can think of that will help me.
“Petal. Where are you?” he asks in a panicked tone.
“Elliot. I-I need help,” I stammer as I hear whispers on the other end. “P-please,” I beg, wiping the tears from my cheeks.
“Where are you?” he grits.
“My room,”
“Okay, don’t move. I’ll be right there,” he states, and the line goes dead. I fall onto my bed and put my head in my hands. I’m so fucking confused. I just don’t know what happened.
Suddenly, the door swings open and I jump as Elliot walks in and takes in the scene. Then, none other than Kade and Grayson enter, slamming into the back of Elliot, who stumbles a bit. Everyone looks around wide-eyed and in disbelief, making me want to cower into myself.
“Petal, what happened?” he asks, and I shake my head as tears pour down my face.
They all take in the scene, looking at my hands, my clothes, the floor, and then Grayson closes the door behind him.
Elliot comes up to me, putting his finger under my chin and lifting my face towards him.
“Is this your blood? Did you cut yourself again?” he asks, and I inhale a sharp breath, shaking my head.
Someone turns the light on and I squint from the brightness.
“There’s fucking blood everywhere. What the fuck?” Kade states as my lips tremble and my whole body begins to shake.
"What the fuck happened here?" Grayson growls, but I keep shaking my head, so he shoves Elliot out of the way and grabs my face with both hands. "What the fuck did you do?" he yells, and I jump.
"That's enough. You're scaring her!" Elliot spits.
"There's so much fucking blood," Kade adds.
"I-I-" I stutter, and Grayson gets in my face. His eyes are void and his features are lethal.
"What. Did. You. Do?" he asks sinisterly, but I can't answer. My hands shake violently as I try to get the words out but they are caught in my throat.
"We need to leave. She has to call someone. We can't help her!" Kade growls, and Grayson smiles.
"We shouldn't, but we will. The least you can do for the fucking video!" he says, his tone laced with venom. Tears pour down my face and I hiccup, trying to breathe but I can’t get any air.
"She’s turning blue," Elliot yells, and all I see is Grayson grinning. He lets me go and Elliot takes his place.
“Rowyn, breathe. In through your nose and out of your mouth,” Elliot says, and all I can smell is fresh laundry and… blood.
“I-I-" I stutter again, so lost for words. I can't fucking breathe.
“We need to calm her down. She’s going into shock.” Elliot panics, and the room starts to spin.
“Come on, Chunkers, take a deep breath,” Grayson commands, but I fucking can’t. I just keep shaking my head.
"So we’re helping her?" Kade asks, but I can't see anyone but Elliot.
"Petal. I need you to breathe," he says, but I fucking can't.
“Someone needs to find out where her roommate is and keep her away from here,” Kade states. I can’t even think straight, but Elliot cups my face, bending down, then presses his lips against mine. Growls from the others echo in the room, then he pulls away.
“Let me give you air,” he states, then smashes his lips against mine again.
I part my lips as his tongue swirls against mine.
His hands push through my hair, and I moan as he lays me down on the bed on my side.
His hand finds my thigh and pulls it over his hip, rolling me towards him while he continues to kiss me like his friends aren’t in the room.
I hear the door slam, then the bed dips behind me and a chest presses against my back as lips linger along the column of my neck.
I assume it’s Kade because Grayson would never touch me like this.
Hands roam my body, and I roll my hips against Elliot completely distracted, which probably was what he intended to do.
Pressing my ass against Kade, he groans and I freeze. That’s not Kade. What the fuck.
“Relax. I need your heart to calm down. Enjoy it while it lasts, Little Killer,” he whispers, licking the shell of my ear as his hand grips my stomach, then I feel fingers playing along the waistband.
Elliot sucks my tongue into his mouth and my nails dig into his biceps.
He groans, causing me to roll my hips again.
Grayson bites down on my neck as his hand slides into my pants, finding my clit with ease.
He rubs tight circles then pinches it, causing me to yelp but Elliot swallows my sounds, and I press my ass against Grayson's hard cock.
The door opens and slams, causing me to freeze, but they keep going.
Grayson's fingers pick up the pace as Elliot's hands remove my bloody shirt then my pants, allowing Grayson's fingers to sink into me.
"Where are the purple dildos I bought?" he growls against my ear.
"Top drawer of my desk," I pant, then a mouth latches onto my nipple, flicking and biting.
"So I guess I'll just clean this shit up while the rest of you get off. Wonderful!" Kade snides.
"Yes, you will. This is your punishment for the dumb decisions you make," Grayson says as he continues to assault my soaking cunt.
The low vibrating sound of the vibrator makes me jolt when he presses it against the column on my neck.
"I need you to get this nice and wet for me," he whispers, and Elliot groans.
"Gag on it, Petal. Show Gray how dirty you are," he growls, and I moan parting my lips and sucking the silicone into my mouth as Grayson pushes it down my throat. I gag and he shoves it further.
"Damn, that's hot," Kade groans as he watches Grayson pull the cock out of my mouth slowly.
"Well, maybe if you weren't an idiot then you'd be joining us," Grayson states as Elliot takes the purple silicone out of Grayson's hand and shoves it inside me. I gasp, then take a deep breath, feeling so filled.
"Do you like having us make you feel good?" Grayson asks, and I nod then moan. "You know how disgusting this is. Look at you, covered in blood, letting us do this to you. You disgust me," he spits, and I snap out of whatever fucking trance I was in and slap him in the face.
"Get the fuck away from me," I growl, and he laughs.
"What the fuck, Grayson?" Elliot yells, then cups my face. “Grab a hoodie, put it on, and hide your hands in the pocket. Let's get you out of here,” he tells me, and I nod.
"Yeah, do as you’re told and stop thinking with the bitch between your legs," Grayson spits, and I walk to my dresser as the smell of bleach makes me gag. I throw on clothes, seething at this motherfucker’s harsh words. I hate him, I really fucking hate him.
“I’m going to take her to my room. I’ll be back to help clean this shit,” Elliot states.
"Always the savior!" Kade mutters as Grayson laughs.
"Do we have a fucking problem?" Elliot asks, but no one says a thing. They put on gloves and what looks like hazmat suits, then start cleaning. It’s as if they’ve done this a million times before.
Elliot grabs my arm, gently pulling me towards the door and taking me out of my room. The minute we step into the hallway, I take a deep breath, already feeling lighter.
“I hate him” I whisper as we walk down the hall, but he doesn’t answer, and I assume it’s because of where we are.
He hits the elevator button, and the doors slide open.
Pulling me in, he stands at the back and wraps his arms around me in a hug.
I rest my head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. Fresh laundry.
“Keep your head down. You have blood on your face, Petal,” he whispers, and I gasp. “Shh. We’re almost to my floor.”
I take a deep breath, inhaling him again to keep the panic from rising again. I can’t break down in public. I need to just keep it together for a little longer.
The elevator dings, and he pulls me out, taking me to his room. He opens the door and I step inside. He shuts it behind us and engages the lock. I bite my lip then laugh when I see Batman staring at me once again.
“What is so funny?” he asks, and I laugh harder, taking off my hood.
“Batman is staring at me again,” I say in a more serious tone.
“He’s probably wondering why you are here again,” he answers.
“Oh, Batty, I wonder the same thing,” I say, and Elliot giggles. “I never would’ve imagined you being a nerd for Batman,” I accuse as he invades my space, lifting my hoodie over my head.
“His name is Bruce or Batman. Not Batty, Petal,” he grits, and I laugh again.
“Nope, it’s Batty. I don’t care what you say. If I have to suffer with his staring, then I’m naming him what I want,” I state, and now it’s his turn to laugh.
“Such a nerd,” he says, and I roll my eyes.
“Turtles suit you better,” I whisper, and he gasps, causing me to giggle.
“A Turtle? Do I look like a turtle to you?” he asks, and I bite my lip, trying not to laugh as I shake my head. His hands grip my hips then slide up my ribs and over my breasts, giving them a squeeze.
“Yep. You do! There’s only one Bruce Wayne, and sorry, but it ain’t you.” I laugh, and he raises a brow.
“Touche, Petal. Now, let’s get you cleaned up,” he states, pulling away from me to walk towards his bathroom.
He disappears inside, and I hear him turn on the water.
How is it that I’m here again and fucking showering?
“Come on, Rowyn. The water is hot,” he yells, and my feet carry me towards him.
No hesitation. Just summoned by my dark knight that I never saw coming.