PART ONE #3
If it even is Jacob. But why would he lie about that?
“Why can’t I look at you?”
“As I said, it’s more fun this way.”
His thumb brushes along my jaw, reminding me of what they all said earlier, and I know I need to stop him and let him know that I’m not interested.
“I’m sorry,” I begin, hoping to let him down softly. “I-I’m sure you’re great and everything, but I don’t feel the same way you do.”
I hear a low chuckle close to my ear, his warm breath on the side of my throat. “I know.”
He . . . knows? He doesn’t appear to sound sad or disappointed, which is actually great because I don’t like hurting people’s feelings, and I don’t want it to be awkward.
“Drink up, and we’ll walk around to the back. We can . . . talk.”
There’s a pool in the backyard and knowing the girls, they’ve probably decided to go for a swim and forgotten all about me waiting for them. “I like swimming,” I announce, even though he didn’t ask.
I finish everything in the cup like he said and drop the now empty plastic to the ground, telling myself that I’ll pick it up later.
Before I can even blink, Jacob does some sort of swift, ninja movement that has me on my feet, with his arm around my shoulders, supporting my unsteady weight as he guides me along. How did that even happen?
I glance up at him now that he’s not holding my chin, but the hood of his red hoodie is up, shielding the side of his face. Things are spinning a little more around me, so even if his hood wasn’t up, I’m not sure I’d be able to focus on his face.
I feel myself stumble, and his grip on my shoulder increases almost painfully as he leads me along.
“Ouch, you’re hurting me,” I complain, but he doesn’t respond or loosen his hold.
I try to focus on my steps so as not to trip again, keeping my eyes down since everything else keeps moving. It’s not until a couple of minutes have passed that I realize the sounds of the party have drifted away. I look up, noticing we’re not actually close to the house anymore.
Wait. What?
“Where are we going?”
Even in my drunken state, alarm bells start going off in my head, and I try coming to a stop, my heart rate increasing. Darkness surrounds us now, and if I were to guess where he’s brought me, it would be the field a couple of blocks away from the party.
How the hell did he get me here without my noticing it sooner?
“Jacob, take me back,” I say, my voice wavering with uncertainty and my stomach clenching with worry.
He ignores my demands, so I try digging my heels into the grass, twisting out of his grip with whatever strength I have.
I somehow manage to get free, just barely avoiding falling on my face, but then he takes hold of my hair and yanks me backward against his chest. The air is pushed out of my lungs at the force, my head stinging from his tight grip.
“Where do you think you’re going, hmm?”
“I said take me back,” I gasp, panic seizing my chest, making me heave and struggle to take in air.
I feel like I’m struggling against him, but my limbs feel like jelly, barely moving, and only getting heavier by the moment. Nothing I do seems to have any effect on him.
“Or what, little princess?”
“Don’t do this, Jacob.” My words sound weird and slurred from my mouth.
This isn’t happening. It can’t be.
With a fierce grip on my hair, he half-drags me along to the darkest part of the field and then throws me onto the ground like I’m a ragdoll. The dew from the grass wets my skin and clothes, but the chill seeping through to my bones comes from the frightening situation I’ve found myself in.
“Please don’t,” I whisper, barely able to turn over on the ground.
There is nothing lighting up the area around us, so his figure is only a dark shadow looming above me. A monster in the dark.
“Look who’s found herself alone out here. There’s no one else around. No one can hear you scream.” He chuckles darkly. “You shouldn’t have rejected me, you fucking tease.”
Dropping down, he swings a leg over me so he’s straddling my stomach, my arms pinned to my sides. I want to fight, crawl away, slip into the shadows and hide, but I can barely lift an eyelid let alone an arm to drag myself anywhere. Especially with him weighing me down.
A tear slips from my eye, but it feels like it’s too much effort to cry. I feel tired, so tired.
“I didn’t . . .” I breathe out, unable to finish the sentence.
“Don’t fucking deny it,” he practically growls, sounding further away but also closer. His voice is distorted, unclear. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. The nice little princess that everybody loves but no one can touch. Now, what to play with first?”
Is this real? It can’t be real.
A hand grips my neck and gives it a shake. “This stuff was just meant to immobilize you. You’re not meant to fall asleep.” A blow to my cheek sends pain shooting through my skull. Dizziness and a cloud of blackness consumes my mind, and I feel myself being pulled under.
“Oh, well. Guess you’ll miss all the fun.” He squeezes my breast roughly. “Let’s see you reject me now, tease.”
No, I want to scream. But a thick fog blankets me in complete darkness.
The last thing I feel is my panties being pulled off before I succumb to the fog completely.