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She's the only one that matters right now.
Someone hands them both a drink, and, without thinking, Kenny lifts it to her lips and seems to down the lot.
Disbelief floods me that after what happened to her last weekend she'd accept a drink from anyone, that she would trust anyone. But no sooner has she finished that first one then she takes another and proceeds to down that one as well.
My nails dig into my palms as I try to come up with a plan. I need to get her out of there unnoticed. I need her by my side where I know she's safe.
More and more kids descend on the beach. Some disappear into the woods beneath me, mainly for some privacy if the noises that float up to me are anything to go by.
As time goes on things begin to get wilder. Couples—or groups of people—get more adventurous and don't bother venturing into the darkness of the woods before stripping down and getting dirty on the sand. But at no point does Warren release my girl from his grip or allow her out of his sight.
It's fucking infuriating and starts to make me think I'm going have to take a few more risks than I wanted to get to her.
Thankfully, after another thirty minutes, I watch as some topless girl stalks her way up to Warren and presses her quite obviously fake tits against his chest.
He's off his face, that much is clear from here, so I know it's only a matter of time before he's going to end up out cold or so distracted that he won't miss Kenny being by his side. Or at least, that's what I'm hoping.
It seems like an eternity as I watch Warren attempt to get Kenny to play with him and his new slut, but despite the number of drinks I've seen her put away, she resists even as he drags both of them back into the shadows not that far from me.
Sensing my opportunity, I make my way down to them. Twigs snap under my feet and leaves rustle, but I just have to hope he's too far gone to notice any intrusion.
When I get to them, I have to fight the bile rising in my throat at the sight of Warren w
ith his tongue down the random girl's throat while Kenny stands there looking anywhere but at them.
Silently, I step up behind her, wrap my hand around her mouth and my arm around her waist, and yank her back into the darkness.
I run as fast as I can with her thrashing about in my arms until I'm confident that we're far enough away from that motherfucker that he won't be able to hear her if she screams.
Coming to a stop, I spin her around and press her up against a tree.
Her eyes are wide with fear, but the second they lock onto mine they soften.
"Conner," she breathes, her voice cracking with relief.
But I fear that with the storm raging inside me, that relief might be a little misplaced.
Chapter Fifteen
Kennedy
“Conner,” I breathe again.
He’s here.
He’s really here.
Everything is a little blurry, the liquor in my veins numbing me from the events of the night so far.
The anti-Valentine’s Day bonfire takes place on a quiet stretch of the beach. It’s always a big event in the Heights. Anyone who’s anyone comes down here to get high or drunk or both, and to find someone to lose themselves in for the night.
“Warren—"
“Don’t say that fucker’s name,” Conner growls, clenching his fist.
“Y-you’re here.”
“Shit, K, how much did you have to drink?”
