The Moon Is Beautiful

Chapter 25

I feel uncomfortable.

After finding out that Raine had accompanied Eliza here, I felt like running away, but my mother hushed me into a seat and dished me some breakfast. Today's breakfast is pancakes and maple syrup.

And now, my mother converses with Eliza and Flynn, and I remain still in my seat, stabbing my fork into my pancake. I can feel Raine's eyes on me, and it makes me shift in my seat, wishing that he would look elsewhere.

Raising my gaze, it meets his and when he innocently smiles, I can't help but stare at him with cautious eyes. He's clearly not trying to be subtle with his staring, and the look in his eyes, it's almost as if he is daring me to say something in front of everyone.

I won't fall into his trap though. I'm not sure what game he is playing, but I'm not willing to play along. Although, I have to admit, his behaviour intrigues me. Its not like he knows that I am the girl from two years ago, so why is he staring at me like that?

'Meet me in the bathroom.' he mouths to me, nudging his head in the direction of the bathroom. I narrow my eyes at him. What is he trying to do here?

"Excuse me. I have to use the restroom." he says, getting to his feet and heads to the bathroom, but not before sending a look my way. I feel like I shouldn't go. I know I shouldn't go, but...

Barely thinking, I excuse myself and walk to my room which is just opposite the bathroom. I pause for a few moments in the doorway. I can turn around. I can just walk away. He has no power over me anyway.

However, before I have to chance to even attempt walking away, a hand clasps around my wrist and pulls me into the bathroom. The door shuts behind me and then suddenly, I'm pushed back, my back pressed against the door.

Raine closes the distance between us, his body pressing against mine as he holds my wrist up in the air.

"What...what are you doing?" I stammer, eyes staring nervously into his.

"What do you think I am doing?" he asks, his chocolate eyes darkening. I swallow, unsure of what to do or say. What is he going to do now?

"You're pretty," he says, twirling a strand of my hair around his finger. "And so intoxicating."

His last words make me freeze. He said those words to me before. But he doesn't know who I really am, so does this mean that he says this to every girl he meets?

The thought has disgust creeping in and me trying to pull my wrist out of his grasp. His grip merely tightens, giving me no room to move or fight. He leans forward, his breath brushing my lips. This scene feels so familiar. This is dangerous.

"I remember you." he says, surprising me.

"But you said..." I trail off, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"I lied." he simply says, and I release a breath when he pulls back, although, he still keeps his grip on me, as if he's afraid I'll run away if he let's go for merely a second. He's right.

"Why did you lie?" I question, staring up at him with accusatory eyes.

"To play with you," he chuckles. "You're fun to play with."

I'm fun to play with? Now he's just making me angry.

"Let go." I say, pulling my wrist.

"Why? Are you upset now?" he coos, not bothering to hide the amusement in his eyes.

"Is this your idea of fun?" I questions and he nods, unashamed to do so. "Well it isn't mine. So let me go, now."

He doesn't take me seriously, suddenly closing the space between our bodies, pressing his front against mine.

"Why are you getting upset? I thought you liked this." he says. So this is what he really thinks of me. I'm offended.

"Well, you're wrong." I say, my eyes stern.

He chuckles, pressing his body harder against mine. "What about now? Doesn't this turn you on?"

Before I even realise what I'm doing, my hand is in the air and slaps his cheek, leaving a red bruise behind. He looks offended by my action, his eyes looking appalled.

"You're disgusting." I snap, turning the door handle and pulling the door open, rushing out of the bathroom before he has a chance to grab me.

"Rose, what's wrong?" is the first thing my mother asks when I rush into the kitchen.

"I have to go." I say before grabbing my bag on the couch and rushing out of the house. I'm not sure how long I walk, ignoring all the residents' stares on me before I finally stop, right at the beach, just like last night.

It's only when I stop that I realize I left the house in merely my pajamas and robe, my hair probably a curly mess on my head. This is why everyone was staring at me when I passed them by. Sighing, I fall to the ground, landing on my bottom.

After what Raine just did to me, I almost feel violated. He's a jerk, I can see that now. He's just like Luke. He plays with girls without caring about their feelings. And now, because of my drunken mistake, I have become one of those girls, one of the statistics.

I cannot believe that this has happened to me. I have always been known as the pure girl who has never been touched by a man. Technically, that is still what I am seen as, but only because no one knows of what I have done.

I feel ashamed. I know that it was a mistake, but I still feel like it's my own fault. Why did I put myself in that position?

I hate myself, because even in this situation, I'm still so attracted to him. His actions just now was apparently not enough to chase away the attraction I have left for him. He's disgusting, but if he were to do so little as to just touch me, I would surrender. And that's why I hate myself. He makes me so weak. I hate feeling this way. I want to hate him, but I want him.

So much.