Strip Game - A Whirlwind Summer

48. 𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃

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𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒

I was outside. Alone.

The air was cooler now, but not enough to ease the fire burning in my chest. My face still throbbed from where Chris punched me, and I pressed an ice pack to the swelling. If I stayed any longer, I might've lost it completely. Maybe do something I'd regret.

Hit him back or say something to make things even worse.

I glanced up at the moon, thinking maybe I should just leave. What was the point of sticking around when Luna clearly didn't even care anymore?

She was with her friends, surrounded by people she trusted. She didn't need me hanging around and messing things up with my presence.

But then, I saw Tiffany walk past. I caught her eyes for half a second. She didn't even blink in my direction.

Whatever. I didn't care. Right?

I was still convincing myself of that lie when my phone rang.

Jeff.

I picked it without thinking.

"Travis," his voice was tight, rushed, "It's Luna. Molly said some asshole's been getting her drunk and trying to take her somewhere. She's not safe with him."

My whole body froze.

I didn't say a word. I didn't hang up either. I just sprinted.

Through the crowd, through the blinding lights, pushing bodies out of my way like a man possessed.

Where is she?

She wasn't on the dance floor. My eyes scanned wildly, refusing to believe what I already feared.

I caught sight of Chris and Ashley dancing. Without thinking, I stormed toward them, my voice tearing out of my throat like a roar.

"Have you seen Luna? Where is she?!"

Ashley jumped at my tone, startled. She looked around fast, her brows furrowing.

"She was dancing with Milo here just now... I-I didn't notice they left-"

Chris was glaring, jaw clenched, but even he couldn't ignore that panic in my voice.

"Where do you think he took her?" I asked again, nearly shaking.

Chris raised a hand, steady but tense. "Calm down. We'll find her."

He pulled out his phone. "Her phone's with her, right?" he asked Ashley.

She nodded fast, eyes wide now. "Yes. It's in her purse."

He made a quick call, fingers trembling. I had no idea who he was calling, but someone must've answered, because a few seconds later, Chris turned the screen toward us.

"She's here" he pointed at the glowing dot. "Was in a bathroom. Now it's moving."

Ashley's voice cracked. "The bastard is trying to rape her."

I didn't wait to see more.

I saw enough.

My legs moved before my brain could even catch up. My whole body was fire and rage. I sprinted through the hallway, past the bar, ignoring the shouts of people I shoved aside. The resort rooms were far, deeper into the property, and my lungs burned from the run.

Each second was hell.

Each room looked the same, and I didn't care if I barged into the wrong one. I yanked doors open, interrupting couples, strangers, partiers. I didn't apologize. I didn't explain.