My Brother's Best Friend✔️

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RECAP:

"Shit I-I'm not wearing a swimsuit."

"I guess you will have to go without one then." He spoke, catching his breath in-time with my own.

He obviously had no intention of hiding the mischievous glint in his eye ,as he strode deeper into the refreshing waters.

With one hand underneath me, his other once again found its way to my dress. This time however, he didn't waste a second to pull the material over my head, leaving me in my black lingerie set.

"Let's finish what we started yesterday." He whispered huskily. There was no room for questioning in his voice, as if he was simply stating a fact. He locked eyes with me, the situation so intense that neither of us could look away.

REBECCA'S POV:

As the kiss resumed, my head began to spin more and more.

At first it was the good kind, but not long after, my eyes fluttered and I could feel my mind caving in to the lonely darkness.

With the significant amount of alcohol in my body, my vision began to blur and I felt myself rapidly coming in and out of consciousness.

And in my helpless state, Sam's movements somehow brought me back to that dreaded night...

TW: ATTEMPTED RAPE

Stumbling up the stained carpeted steps, I felt my legs become heavy and my eyes begging to be closed.

The worst part?...

...I was being pulled towards an empty corridor by a broad figure and I couldn't do anything about it.

I wanted to fight and scream. I wanted to run. I wanted to defend myself. But as my actions began to slow, so did my thoughts.

I felt so weak and helpless that I had no power left to even retaliate. I knew exactly what was going to happen, but I felt so numb that not even a single tear could even fall.

I just...froze.

At first, the sweaty body shoved me onto an empty bed. He positioned himself on top of my weary frame and placed his head in front of mine. His vile cigarette breath wafted up my nose and I caught a glimpse of his older looking appearance.

After finding his way beneath my mini skirt, he teared off my underwear.

Despite the unforgettable fear and anxiety that caused my body to shake, my head fell back into the firm pillows and exhaustion conquered me.

From then, I don't remember how long I was out for, but I remember waking up in Ethan's arms as tears streamed down his cheeks.

I lay in his arms long enough to fall back into the familiar darkness,whilst he continuously apologised to my fragile frame.

The second time I woke up was next to Josie in Ashton's car. When she noticed me sit up and rub my eyes, she pulled me into a much needed embrace.

We didn't say a single thing as we sat in the back seats... and for that, I was particularly thankful to Josie.

She is a very bubbly and talkative person, but she must have known that in that very moment, no words could comfort me in the way that actions could.

By the time that I pulled away, both of our shoulders were wet with tears and we sniffled up the remaining ones.

"Becca, I-" Not being able to stand another second without knowing, I interrupted her empathetic words.