Brittany O'Neill and her family packed up everything and moved to Berkeley, California for a fresh start. Her brother and she were excepted into Berkeley University and she thought it would be the great college experience. With little to no stresses...
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Chapter Six
I remained unable to make sense of what happened last night. I realized we'd met some shady men in L.A. and that Liam had been angry we'd gone. He wasn't angry at me and I was grateful for that, but I hated he was angry at Max and Lily, and especially Megan and Clary. Even if he'd seemed to relax and offer them something of an apology afterwards.
He'd kept his gaze on me and I'd been so traumatized I hadn't even realized how embarrassed I might have been in Niles's arms. He'd kept one around my shoulders in comfort and we'd all gone back to the dorms. Louis told jokes to Max to ease her guilt, while Henry and Zeke kept their arms around Megan and Lily, respectively. Clary seemed more annoyed than usual.
Niles had escorted me back to my room, staying with me until I'd calmed down enough to sleep. After he left, I laid in bed thinking of those men. They had seemed dangerous and scary. I'd been sure their intentions had been horrible, whatever they might have been. Perhaps simply to bother us, rob us, or worse. They were familiar with the others and now me. Why had Clary told them my name? Would they come looking for me or something? Perhaps I was being paranoid, as the other girls hadn't seemed as afraid as me, though cautious. Which would be fine, but if so, why'd Liam get angry?
Surely he wouldn't if it was no big deal. Even the other guys seemed the same. They had even seen them earlier in the night. What would they be talking with them about? Was this what Candy had been alluding to? That they hung out with dangerous people? I didn't understand the need for that and they hadn't seemed friendly with each other either.
I remembered Marcus and Ty and the way they had looked at me. Ty, like he detested me and Marcus, with a little too much interest in knowing me than I would've liked. I hoped to never meet them ever again and perhaps I shouldn't even be hanging out with the girls and Liam and company. No, I wouldn't stop, but I agreed with Liam no more trips to L.A. without them or at all.
I tried to sleep that night, but I had a terrible dream. The kind that I'd had before, but it had never been that bad, that vivid, and it involved Liam. I'd never thought I'd had to be afraid of him, really, but I certainly had in that dream.
He had been with me in the dorm room alone. I closed my eyes tightly as his hand fell on my collarbone. Images of that night flashed behind my eyes. The way he had shoved me down on the bed and climbed on top of me. The look in his forest eyes, like a predator stalking its prey. His rough hands invading my body. I realized Liam was going to do the same thing if I didn't stop him.
My eyes shot open, and I kicked away from Liam, pushing myself as far away from him on the bed as possible. He stayed in his spot, studying me like a student would his lecture notes.
"Stop," I begged in a whisper as my heart raced.
"No." He said, crawling onto the bed after me.
I tried to push away from him, but he was bigger and stronger than I was. He pulled me down by my feet and climbed on top of me. Placing all his weight on my hips. I fought to get out from under him, but it was to no avail.
