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Rowan
“I’m sorry, Jason, I can’t do this.” I pull away from him, the tips of my fingers tingling on account of the booze I’ve consumed tonight. Too much. Far too much.
“Hey, Row, relax,” Jason whispers. His eyes are half-closed, one hand gripping my waist, the other hand resting on my cheek. His face is so close to my own that I can smell the cheap liquor dripping from his pores.
“I mean it.” I push myself away from him, resisting Jason’s grip on mine. For a split second I don’t think he’s actually going to let me go, but he does, finally, and not without a scowl.
“You need to chill out,” he says as I clamber to my feet, swaying. “You cannot be this uptight all of the time.”
“I need to use the restroom.” Ignoring his protests, I make my way through the slither of dancing bodies around me. The music is loud, so loud, and I want to cover my ears and take a deep breath, but I can’t stand to stop. I need peace and quiet, if only briefly.
“Rowan?” calls a voice behind me, and I glance over my shoulder at Matt who is standing near the kitchen entrance, bottle of beer in one hand, leaning up against the wall, just staring at me. Behind him are Dereck and Bryce, of course, who are speaking to each other in hushed tones. Bickering, probably. I want to ask them what they’re doing there, but it doesn’t really matter. It’s a college party. Everyone is here.
“Go home,” I mumble, focusing once again on putting one foot in front of the other. I finally make it to the bathroom and push the door open, but as I begin to close it behind me, Jason is there suddenly, stopping the door with his foot, and he slips into the bathroom with me before shutting it and locking the door. “Come on, dude,” I snap. “I don’t need help going pee, but thanks.”
Jason says nothing to this, only smiles. I don’t like this smile. It’s different from his usual expression, and a ball of foreboding forms in the pit of my stomach.
“Jason, get out.” When he doesn’t make a move to leave, I shake my head and turn away from him. “Whatever. I’m going home.”
I reach for the handle on the door, but Jason blocks me, taking a step in my direction until I am pressed firmly against the wall. He places both hands on the wall on either side of my head and leans in to kiss me. I turn my cheek, making a move to duck under him, but it’s no use. I’m obviously more drunk than him, and he knows it.
“Jason, fuck off and leave me alone.” I try to physically push him away, but the tingling in my hands has only gotten worse, and with every feeble attempt I try, Jason matches my strength in tenfold. He leans in again, pressing his hungry lips against mine, and one hand leaves the wall to slip under my shirt and grope my breast. I gasp in pain and shove again, catching him off guard, and for a split second I’m free of him. But as I rush for the door, Jason grabs hold of me again and spins me around, this time pinning me up against the shower glass door. His lips are once more on mine, one hand grappling under my shirt, his other hand reaching between my legs. I start to scream for help, but he slaps a sweaty hand over my mouth. The pressure is so intense that my teeth are cutting into my own lips, but I barely register the pain.
Someone knocks on the door and Jason freezes, his hand still firmly against my lips. I try to cry out, try to scream for someone, but it’s no use. Jason is twice my size, and the booze has taken a toll on me. I’m useless against him.
“Rowan?” calls a familiar voice, and for the first time since I’ve known him, I have never been so relieved to hear Matt Nelson’s voice.
“Don’t say anything,” Jason snaps, his lips brushing my ear. “You’ve been a cock tease for far too long, Rowan Bates, and I’m not about to be just some other piece of shit guy you’ve fucked this month.”
Matt knocks harder. I try to pry Jason’s fingers off my mouth, but he doesn’t budge. I feel sick to my stomach, like I might vomit, and the room around me begins to spin. Why can’t I think straight? Why can’t I move? Fight him? Defend myself?
“It’s the Rohypnol,” Jason whispers again. Now, his body is firmly against mine, and I feel his dick throbbing against my lower abdomen, ready to take me, to fuck me … to hurt me.
My ears begin to ring, and my legs go weak. I’m sure I’m going to pass out. As Jason reaches for the button of my jeans to undo them, another knock comes, pounding, so loud, rattling the room.
“Open up!” Someone yells, and tears spring to my eyes when I recognize Dereck’s voice, too.
“Fuck off!” Jason finally yells. “We’re busy in here.”
I close my eyes as Jason’s face blurs in front of me. He’s going to rape me, and I can’t even fight him off. Tomorrow, I probably won’t even remember this.
As Jason’s fingers grapple with the zipper on my pants, a resounding crash fills the room, and the door swings open, hanging lightly off the hinges as the wood cracks and splinters. Jason’s hand falls from my mouth and I slide to the floor, barely able to comprehend the three men that stalk into the bathroom, grabbing Jason off me and pulling him away, far away. He’s yelling something, but I can’t hear what he’s saying.
“Row,” Matt says gently, kneeling down on the tile next to me. “Did he hurt you? Dereck and Bryce have him. You’re safe.”
I try to shake my head, but the world is fading out. I know I won’t be conscious for much longer.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble, but I don’t know who I’m apologizing to. “I’m so sorry.”
Matt reaches for me, and for a second I feel his warm skin against mine before everything around me fades into a black hole of nothingness.
