1. Prologue #2
“I walked out of the office at the diner and overheard this dick gloating about how he managed to bag a date with the unattainable club princess and how he was going to win the bet to see if she’s still a virgin,” he admits and I wince looking at Clark whose mouth is parted in shock.
“Okay, so the fucker is dead and he most definitely won’t be making it into the league,” I mutter and Crash hums in agreement as anger for her shoots through me.
“Alright brother, I’ll speak to her,” before I hang up and murmur, “Clark?” just as my eyes blur a little and the room spins slightly but I quickly blink then frown in confusion.
What the fuck what that?
Clark growls and I look at her just as she picks up my scotch glass then downs the rest of the contents which is more than half the glass and I raise a brow at her as she coughs a little and puts the glass back down.
“What was that?” she coughs as she pats her chest and I grin.
“Scotch, buttercup, neat,” I admit and she coughs again, choking, “That was disgusting,” making me chuckle before dizziness takes me again and I blink several times.
Laughter echoes behind me, cheers and moans that begin to sound distant and Clark coughs yet again, gaining my attention and I frown.
“You alright?” I ask with concern and she shakes her head as she stumbles to stand.
I quickly follow but nearly topple into her causing her to grab me and my skin tingles, suddenly feeling warm and my cock hardens then everything blurs, like time disappears…
Clark – Age Nineteen
My head thumping arouses me as the need to vomit hits me hard, and I squeeze my eyes tight, my body feeling off kilter, memories not coming to me.
What happened?
I try to move, but go slowly with how my stomach tightens, but I freeze, feeling an arm wrapped around me. My eyes spring open, but flinch at the sharp light and quickly squeeze them shut again as my mouth waters.
My heart pounds, and fear rushes through me, feeling the warm body behind me, and despite the tingles, I tremble and try to move again, only for the arm to tighten on my stomach, the action causing bile to rise, and I groan.
Oh god I’m going to throw up.
“What the…” a voice behind me chokes, and the arm is instantly gone, and I quickly sit up, but grab hold of my head as everything spins.
I can feel my heartbeat in my head, and I try to move my legs, but I wince at the pain, and I choke back a sob, feeling the wetness along with a throbbing pain.
My virginity...
What happened?
I-I can’t, I mean…
What?
“Clark?!” Trick chokes, and I move to the edge of the bed, feeling cold air on my chest, but I don’t pay any mind, the feeling of passing out consumes me.
“I don’t… Trick, I think I’m going to be sick,” I croak.
“Fuck,” he curses just as I lurch forward and throw up, and everything from the last night that I ate comes out, making me cough and choke.
With each heave, the more I struggle to breathe, the more my head spins and throbs, and I hear Trick snap, “Crash, I need you in my room fucking now,” before he groans, “Fuck my head…”
I heave again, and dizziness hits me hard, my heart pounding so hard I’m scared it’s going to tear from my chest.
I don’t, I can’t…
“Here, buttercup,” Trick chokes before I feel a cloth being wiped over my mouth, then fabric being pulled over my head.
He helps me put my arms through the holes, and I quickly grip his arms as I squeeze my arms tight and ask breathlessly, “What happened?”
He cups my cheek, and I flinch as we lock eyes, pain and confusion swimming in his eyes as his eyes keep darting to the bed and a look I can’t decipher crosses his face.
“I don’t know, buttercup,” he admits quietly, just as we hear, “What the actual fuck?!” shouted, and I physically flinch before I gag again, then heave, and Trick quickly moves out of the way and grabs my hair as more bile comes up.
“Fuck, Clark!” I hear my dad growl, and I heave again.
Trick leans over me, pleading, “Breathe for me, buttercup,” but I can’t, breathing is becoming difficult and comes out in labored breaths.
“I need a fucking explanation right now before I shoot you, brother,” my brother snaps and I look up just to see him aiming a gun at his best friend’s head.
“I can’t give you one,” Trick snaps back not caring about the gun, and he explains, “One minute I’m laughing because she was coughing on my scotch after downing more than half the glass after your admission about that fucker. Then I wake up with us both naked in my bed!”
“Shit, you were drugged,” I hear whispered, but I don’t take it in, I can’t, I feel like I can’t breathe.
“Trick,” I choke out, fear tightening my throat.
He quickly cups my cheek, his eyes scanning my face. Panic floods his features as he says, “We need to get her to the hospital,” just as dizziness sweeps over me, bile rising in my throat. I can't stop it as it comes out making me cough and I begin to shake and my eyes roll back.
“Clark!” I hear my brother roar and everything goes black.
***
Beep, beep, beep…
I squeeze my eyes tight, the beeping feeling like a dump truck bashing into my head and I slowly move with a groan and pain hits me through my stomach and chest making me groan even louder.
Oh, ouch.
What?
Where?
I feel pressure on my hand just as I hear, “Clark?”
I blink, then blink again before I lock eyes with Trick’s—tortured gray ones that tear up. I squeeze his hand in support and confusion.
“What happened?” I choke, and he looks down, shaking his head, while mine is thumping, and I look around the room to see I’m in the hospital, and a drip is attached to my hand, and I try to swallow.
My throat is dry, and my stomach is killing me, my memory seems to be nonexistent.
“My scotch was laced, buttercup,” Trick whispers, and I look at him in shock as we lock eyes. He rasps, “Date rape drug, cocaine, and Viagra, I had two gulps, enough to hit me, you had three-quarters of the glass, and you nearly died.”
The beeping in the room picks up as my heart pounds with fear, and Trick squeezes my hand tighter as tears brim his eyes.
“Your body apparently had a delayed reaction. They had to pump your stomach after getting your heart started again,” he admits and tears fall down his cheeks.
He whispers, “Last night, I took your virginity and didn’t know because I was drugged just enough to have sex with you—enough that I didn’t know what I was doing.
If I had drunk the whole glass, I would have been dead. ”
My body trembles, and tears instantly fall.
I was saving myself for marriage, I was saving myself for true love because of course I’m still that girl that wants the princess dream and did I sometimes envision Trick?
Yeah, I mean who wouldn’t, the man is gorgeous, he makes me laugh, but we never looked at each other and thought ‘oh yeah we’re going to fall in love’.
I’m his best friend’s little sister, the club’s princess, he never looked at me with want.
“Who?” I choke, and he sniffs hard.
“I don’t know, the camera above the bar, the feed was cut deliberately, as well as the one across the room.
I have an idea, but the officer brothers have stated, despite what has happened, without proof, we can’t accuse anyone,” he sneers full of anger, and a sob releases, causing Trick to move quickly.
He climbs onto the bed and takes me into his arms, and my sobs rip from me, for him and for me.
“I’m sorry, Clark, I’m so fucking sorry…” He whispers, tears lacing his voice, and I grip his tee and cry my heart out.
My head hurts, my stomach feels like someone has spent days hitting it, but I can’t stop my sobs, not understanding the evil that would do this to me, to Trick, my friend.
I can’t understand how my family, my own father would sit back and allow whoever did this to stay in the club, not if Trick believes he knows who did it.
I feel like we were both assaulted. I feel like I had my virginity torn out of me, while Trick would have been dead if I hadn’t drunk half the drugs.
I don’t know how we can overcome this. I don’t know if we can get past this and be who we once were. I don't know if I'll let anyone touch me again…