The boys angst

8. Mully x Juicy ⚠️

Huge trigger warning ⚠️ ⚠️

This chapter is angst and it involves sexual assault.

(Don't worry, none of the boys are the offenders.)
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Mully's pov

We were all staying at Juicy's house after we did another "see how much shit we can blow up in a microwave without the cops getting called on us" video. It was pretty fun but it got cut short since some nosy neighbours saw smoke and called the fire department. Better than getting the cops called on us but it was still annoying.
The boys and I decided to head out to a bar for Saturday night. It was more of a club than a bar really, but everyone was down except for Narrator. He said he didn't want to go since he was always the designated driver for all of us since he couldn't drink, and he didn't want to deal with that tonight, which was fair enough.
We were getting ready to head out, and Juicy came out of his room wearing the gayest shit I've ever seen.
Basically mix an emo or grunge punk band with a gay bar and add more fishnets, that really summed up what he was wearing. It looked alright, but still, he looked fruity as fuck, but I didn't say anything about it, neither did the rest of the boys, other than a few second glances or playful jabs.

We got to the club and stepped out of the car, Narrator drove us there, but he was hell bent on not going inside. He insisted that there was no point in him being there since he would only be there to drive us home, which he apparently didn't have time for. We thanked him nonetheless and stepped inside the bar, laughing at Juicy since he got ID'd. We all thought it was a good idea to stick together, so that's what we did for the first half hour.
We were all having fun, and I guess we managed to lose track of where Juicy went, because an hour after we got in the club, nobody could find him.
Nobody got too panicked, we just decided to split up and look for him and meet up at the bar in half an hour whether we found him or not.
I just reminded the boys to stay calm and step outside if they got overwhelmed, then we split to look for him.

Juicy's pov

I had to go to the bathroom, so I snook off, thinking I would be back before the Boys realized I was gone.
I saw a few people looking at me, but I really didn't put a lot of thought into it and continued to walk towards the bathroom.
I got inside the bathroom and locked myself in a stall, since I didn't really want to use a urinal.
The bathroom was quiet and empty, the soundproof door made it so the calm lofi music was all I could hear, other than the now very muffled club music outside.
I didn't notice someone come inside right behind me.
After a couple minutes I stepped out of the stall and went to the sink to wash my hands, and I saw someone through the mirror step up towards me.
He was standing uncomfortably close to me and I could see an erection through his pants, and I stepped back, leaning on the counter to get more distance between us. I was completely disgusted.

"Hey there cutie. What'd ya say we go back to my place or somethin? It's boring here." He said. His voice was slurred and I could smell the alcohol in his breath.

"Gross." I mumbled, and he didn't catch it. Instead he got close to me, and the overpowering scent of alcohol followed him.

I gaged at the overwhelming smell of cigarettes and vodka and tried to push him away from me, but he didn't budge.

"Look man, I'm not interested, I have a girlfriend." I said, trying to keep myself as calm as possible. I looked for a way out, but he had me in a corner, and there was really nothing I could do.

"Don't be hasty now, she doesn't have to know." He slurred, groping my thigh.

"No I said stop!" I said, louder now. I pushed is hand away and he looked up at me angrily. "I'm fucked." I thought, looking more desperately for a way out. I was starting to panic.

"Just shut up." He huffed, reaching further up my thigh to touch me with one hand, and he blocked my exit with his other hand.

"Stop!" I yelled, balling my hands and slamming them into the side of his head as hard as I could, knowing that trying to punch him at this angle would be useless.

I managed to get a good hit on him, and he let go of me for a second, giving me a chance to push him away and run.
I made it to the door and grabbed the handle, but before I could swing it open and run, he grabbed me and forced me back to the wall.

My last resort plan backfired. Badly.

He had both my hands in a pin with one hand, and he was undoing my belt with the hand that had been groping my thigh.

Once he got my pants undone, he reached into my underwear and started touching me. I hated it. I wanted it to stop so bad, it felt so wrong, but I stayed quiet, since he threatened to do worse if I didn't.

I felt so pitiful and useless at that moment, and I started to cry quietly, there was nothing else I could do, I was trapped.

"Juicy!" I heard the door swing open and someone yell my name. I didn't know who it was right away, but I realized it was someone I knew.

They grabbed the guy's shoulder and pulled him away from me, and immediately punched him in the face, and he staggered to a stall door and fell over, and Mully started kicking the shit out of him.

"Mully!" I yelled, finally seeing his face and recognizing him. I was absolutely overjoyed to see him. I was more than thankful at this point, he saved me.

I realized he wasn't going to stop kicking the guy, so I dragged him out of the bathroom and asked him where the rest of the boys were. He stayed silent.

I saw them grouped up at the bar and Mully and I walked up to them.

"There you are! Where were you dawg?" Eddie shouted over the music.

"Getting groped by a drunk guy in the bathroom." I said, and he laughed.

He stopped laughing quickly when he realized that I wasn't joking, and his expression changed to one of panic and concern.

"Is he still there?" Eddie asked, looking towards the bathroom. I wasn't sure what he was feeling, but I'm pretty sure he was pissed.

"Yeah. I knocked him on his ass." Mully said, grabbing Eddie's shoulder and sitting him back down.

"You alright?" Josh asked, his hands were on my shoulders and I nodded. I was fine, just a little shaken up by it, but I was fine nonetheless.

"Let's head out. I told the bartender there's a creep in the bathroom and he said he'd deal with it." Eddie said, reappearing from the crowd in front of the bar.

"Yeah, I wanna go home." I mumbled, seeing Josh pull out his phone and call someone.

"Hey man!... Yeah I know you said you didn't want to drive us home but are you busy?" Josh said, I was pretty sure I knew who he was talking to.

"Okay... yeah... No... yeah we're okay, Juicy just want to go home, something happened." He said, it was followed by silence again, but his expression changed and he looked angry at who was on the phone.

"No he wasn't "asking for it with how he was dressed" you jackass! Yeah fuck you too!" He yelled, hanging up the phone.

"Okay, so we need to call a cab, Narrator's busy." Josh huffed, taking a hit from his vape.

He handed it to me and I thanked him and took a hit, exhaling the smoke with a cough.

"You sure you're alright Juice?" Josh asked, and I nodded, following the group outside and breathing in the fresh air.

It was dark outside, and Mully was on the phone with an uber.

The Uber got there about half an hour after Mully got off the phone and we jumped in and got a ride home. The boys stayed at my house for the night.

That was something my therapist is gonna hear about.