"Jamie," I say in a low voice. "Please move out the way."
"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I was just messing around, you know that."
"Please move," I say again.
"Look at me. I'm just joking-"
My fist flies forward and connects with his nose before I can com...
Dw baby, it's a bit late so we can just stay in and order food. We can go out tmrw x
Ur the best Els x
I try XD I'll see u soon x
I pocket my phone and finally leave the studio in the dark.
(Y/n's POV)
I can barely walk straight. The fresh air sharpens my senses a little, but some things are still unclear.
My legs wobble beneath me and I reach a nearby bench just before they give away beneath me.
I look around to see what's nearby, but I seem to have stumbled into the middle of a park. It's dark and I can only see one other person.
They seem to be making their way towards me.
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I shakily stand up and try to walk away, but my vision swims and I'm caught by two strong arms as I start to fall. The hands are cold.
"It's alright. You come with me," the man says.
"Where are we going...?" I slur. I can't see his face properly.
"I'm taking you to my car. I'll drive you home."
I try to protest and push him away but my arms are too weak.
He's half carrying half dragging me to a car, and he puts me in the back seat.
I drift in and out of consciousness as he drives me to a place I don't know.
"Where are you taking me?" I manage to croak out.
"It's okay. I'll let you go soon."
He glances at me in the mirror. I can't focus too well, but I see he has blue eyes and a beard.
It feels like we've been driving for hours when he finally pulls over.
He says nothing.
A moment later, the door next to me opens and he climbs in. I didn't even notice him leave the front seat.
"Here," he holds out a tissue to me. "You're makeup smudged."
I don't feel right taking anything from this man. I don't know who he is.
"Please. Just let me go."
"Soon."
He leans over as though to wipe my smudged makeup, but instead holds the tissue over my nose and mouth.
I struggle a little against him, but I'm still too weak.
Whatever is on the tissue dulls my senses once more and I slump involuntarily against him. I'm still conscious and mostly aware of what's happening, but I can't move my body. At all.
"There we go. I'll try and be quick. Promise."
He adjusts my position so I'm lying down across the back seats and he places himself above me.
The last thing I feel before I pass out is his hands pulling down my trousers.
(Jamie's POV)
I kick a nearby rubbish bin as I walk past. It's fixed to the ground, so it doesn't move, but it does hurt. I feel a bit better.
I can't let Lily tell y/n about Ellie yet. She's obviously still pissed because I cheated on her, but I can't let her meddle until I've figured out what I'm going to do.
I love Ellie, or at least I used to. I know I feel something for her that could resemble love, but it just doesn't feel how it used to.
Y/n, on the other hand, is different. She's special. And there's something undeniable between us. I can't let her go without exploring that connection, but I'm not ready to leave Ellie yet.
I'm walking through the outskirts of town so it'll take a little longer to get home and I see a body slumped on a bench. Another rough sleeper I'm guessing.
But as I walk closer to the bench, I see familiar features.
She's missing a shoe, her trousers are muddy and loose where they've been undone, and her top is ripped.
I silently pray that it's not who I think it is but, when I see her face, my fears are made true.
(Y/n's POV)
I wake up in an unfamiliar room.
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The white curtains are parted, allowing sunlight to shine on the white and mustard bedsheets.
I grasp my head as the headache sinks in and, when I move, I'm shocked to feel a pain between my legs.
I jump as I remember the events of last night.
I remember losing consciousness. I remember how, by the time I'd woken up, he still wasn't finished. But I was still too weak to push him off, so I just led there until he was done with me. I remember how he sloppily fixed my clothes, but my top caught on his watch and tore the fabric. I remember how he drove me somewhere and dumped me on a bench. I remember the freezing cold as I passed out again.
But now I don't know where I am or how I got here.
