*in the car*
Aubrey was blacked out by now, not surprisingly. She didn't take alcohol very well.
"So, how much longer 'til we're to your place?" I asked Louis. He was in the drivers seat, Aubs in the passenger and Harry and I in the back. The curly haired boy was being very grabby. Every now and then he would try to "make a move". Usually by grabbing my thigh or playing with my hair, which I proudly swat away.
"Babe," Harry whispered seductively in my ear. Whatever he was trying, I wasn't going to let it happen.
"Back off." I said stiffly, "Don't even try anything."
"You know you can't resist." He cooed and started playing with my fishnet leggings. I hit his hand away.
"Stop." I said, not looking Harry's direction. I could feel him staring through me. Then he crossed the line.
"STOP THE CAR AND LET ME OUT!" I shouted, making Louis slam on the breaks. I stared at Harry, his once lust-filled eyes are now full of surprise. He could not take advantage of me. No matter how drunk my best friend was.
"What's the matter, love?" Louis asked as I shot the door open and strutted out.
"Just bring her to your flat and call the number I gave you earlier. I'll pick her up tomorrow." I said sternly, and then slammed the door. Hopefully my mom wouldn't answer the house phone when he called... I saw Harry ogling through the window, his emerald eyes trained on me. I mouthed the words, "You're dead." before walking down an unfamiliar street. I look and see I'm on Jefferson Ave. and decided to turn right. I'm going to get to my mother's house soon enough. I ended up going down a dark alley.
"Crap, crap, crap, crap." I muttered. I was terrified. These alleys were where people got beaten to death, raped, and worse. God help me! I decided to get the scary atmosphere off my mind, so I thought back to the car ride. Harry was such a jerk. First he tried to seduce me at the concert, then in the car? He just couldn't quit, could he!? I was so angry at what he tried to do to me. He tried to stick his hand up my dress! That brought back too many bad memories of Dylan..
Oh God, Dylan. He was going to kill me when I got home! Knowing him, he was probably waiting on my front porch with his fists ready to shatter every bone in my body. I was scared to go home. What's the matter with me!? I've been hurt by him before. Why was I so scared all of a sudden? Then I remembered how safe I felt with Louis. I wanted to go back to that. My thoughts were interrupted as I saw my house. How long had I been walking? Forty five minutes, an hour? I didn't care, I just wanted to sleep. But, of course Dylan wouldn't allow that. I saw his large shadow stand up quickly from my mom's porch. I started shaking. Here it goes..
