Save Me #1

24| Unexpected rescue

Ashley's light blonde hair is the first thing I see, and her squeaking moans resound through the room. She's bent forward over a billiard table which stands in the middle of the room, and the scrap of cloth of a skirt she's wearing is rucked up to her waist.

My eyes widen as I look behind her.

"Jackson?" I croak out as I spot Nora's boyfriend who is relentlessly pounding away into Ashley but stops as soon as he notices my presence.

"Olivia?" he pants, and quickly pulls up his jeans. His expression is at least as surprised as mine must look like.

Ashley huffs in annoyance and straightens herself. She readjusts her miniskirt and then storms past me and out of the room.

I cross my arms and glare at Jackson who ties his black hair back into a bun.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Jackson?" I ask him in a harsh tone.

I can't believe I just caught Nora's boyfriend cheating with that blonde bitch.

"I could ask you the same thing. I didn't know you hang around in those circles," he snarls.

"I just caught you cheating on Nora and you reproach me?" I ask him in disbelief. I always knew he is a prick to be honest, but I never thought he was that bad.

"Damn right. I am angry with you. You just screwed up a fucking good fuck for me," he hisses and slowly steps closer.

I unwittingly step backwards and swallow. His demeanor scares me, and I have an awfully bad feeling about this situation.

The moment I turn around, and make an attempt to run off, Jackson grabs my wrist and pulls me back. He shuts the door with a bang and pushes me further into the room.

"Let me go!" I say. My voice comes out much weaker than I intended it.

"You will make up for your mistake and let me spill my load into that little pussy of yours," he groans and opens the zipper of his pants.

I instantly feel sick, and the room starts spinning around me. Images of Terrence touching me and threatening me in that old moldy house return to my head, and I feel like I'm not able to breath anymore.

"Jackson... please," I beg as he pushes me to the billiard table and forces me to bend forward.

"Shut the fuck up. You will end my relationship the second you leave this room, so you owe me one good fuck at least," he shouts.

I feel numb as I hear him pulling down his pants, and for a second I'm not able to move, but I quickly come to myself and start kicking him and writhing under his beefy body to break free from his harsh grip. With no success.

Why do all those assholes have to be so strong?

"No! Get the fuck off me!" I scream as loud as I can in hopes that anyone hears me, but I doubt it. The hallway was empty when I came downstairs, and the music is too loud to let my screams get through to the people in the living room.

The moment I feel Jackson's hand on the waistband of my pants, I hear the door getting teared open.

"What the actual fuck?!" I don't need to turn around to know who just appeared in the door. Caleb.

"Jackson, you son of a bitch! You shouldn't have done that," he roars, and I feel the weight of Jackson's body removed from me.

I quickly straighten myself and turn around, just in time to see Caleb's fist connecting with Jackson's face.

Jackson groans in pain and falls to his knees, covering his left eye with his palm.

"Fuck off, Caleb! She literally begged me to fuck her!" Jackson growls at Caleb.