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A cold chill struck my spine, and somehow, I knew he was standing close behind me. I bumped into him when I turned around. He peered down at me, his grin growing deeper as he leaned in, placing his palms on the counter at my sides, and trapped me against the sink.
“It was nice, but it would’ve been better if you were there.”
I swallowed, feeling all kinds of wrong. Red flags waved in my vision, and alarms began ringing in my ears. I pulled back, the counter digging into my back, and I tried to smile, but it felt stiff and unnatural.
“I guess I should get to bed. It’s been a long day.”
I pushed into him, hoping he would remove his hands and let me go, but he didn’t. If anything, he moved closer, his hips pushing into me in a way that made me feel like gagging.
“Maybe I should join you.”
I turned my eyes away from his face and stared at the wall beside his head, silently pleading for him to disappear. He was drunk. His words were slurred, and his eyes were so glassy and bloodshot he could barely hold them open. I was sure he had no idea what he was saying or who he was speaking to, but that didn’t make it any better.
“Will, please,” I whispered, wishing I could vanish and reappear in my bedroom.
His eyes trailed over my face before dipping to my lips. “Are you begging me, Everly? If so, you can have anything you want.”
I jolted when he tucked a stray curl behind my ear. He moved closer, his nose grazing my temple, and his alcohol-laced breath spilled over my cheek. I wanted to vomit. Not only was he drunk and sloppy, but he was also my mother’s boyfriend.
His lips slid along my ear, and I squeezed my eyes closed, feeling panic, anxiety, and dizziness swooping over me. I was going to pass out, and this drunken man was going to have his way with me. I just knew it.
Thankfully, before he could go any further, the sound of motorcycles filled the front yard, and lights blazed into the front window.
Will pulled back and let me free. “What the fuck?” he barked, going to the window and pulling back the curtain.
Soon, Erik came crashing through the front door with a group of guys I had never seen before, buying me time to escape upstairs to my bedroom. Once inside, I locked my bedroom door behind me and leaned against the solid wood. My breaths were too fast, and my heart was beating too quickly. Leaning over, I let the blood go back to my head before I fainted.
One thing was for sure; I had to stay away from Will. I had a bad feeling about him all along, but his coming on to me solidified my feelings. He wasn’t a good guy, and my mother had no idea.
Part of me wanted to tell her what happened, but something told me it wasn’t enough for her to believe me. What he did was terrible, but it wasn’t bad enough. It didn’t make sense to me, but it was my intuition.
I spent the following week dodging Mom and Will. Zada began driving me home from school since Erik and I still weren’t on great terms. Every afternoon, I fled to my room and locked myself in. I even started a snack collection in my bedside drawer to avoid going downstairs.
When I accidentally got caught downstairs with Mom and Will, he acted as if nothing had happened.
It had.
Maybe he was too drunk to remember, but I wasn’t. I could still feel his lips against my ear and smell the alcohol on his breath. Something told me if Erik hadn’t shown up that night, Will would have pushed it even further.
On Friday, I packed extra clothes in my backpack for our night at The Strip. She hadn’t mentioned going, but I had a feeling it was something she did every weekend. Even if she didn’t go, I would hang with her wherever. I didn’t care as long as it kept me out of the house.
It was just my luck that during my second class, the sky would fall. Rain poured, and thunder shook the building. If the storms continued, there was no way the bikers would be racing at The Strip, and honestly, I needed the thrill of watching the races.
It wasn’t going to happen, though. By the time school was over and I was leaving the library to find Zada, it was still storming outside.
“Guess The Strip is out for tonight?” I asked when I caught up with her in the breezeway.
She ducked a bit when lightning flashed, and thunder cracked. “Yeah, for sure. No way is anyone going out in this.”
“Do you have anything else planned for tonight?”
“Not really. Want to come and hang out? If the Sons throw a party at their place, we could go. If you want.”
“Yeah. That sounds fun.”
The drive to Zada’s was slow since we could barely see the road, but once we got there, we sat and binged a show on Netflix until she declared it was time to get dressed for the night.
I followed her to her room, a small space with a single bed and a dresser covered in makeup supplies, and while she did hair and makeup, I changed my clothes, going from one pair of jeans to another and switching out my T-shirt for something a bit nicer she insisted I wear.
