Falling Apart

Chapter 5

"Are you okay?" he shuts the door and turns towards me, running his fingers through his hair. I look around me, searching for the hidden cameras because this can't be real.

"I...No, I'm not okay." I begin to unravel and cry, feeling ashamed and embarrassed.

David was right, no matter how weird it is that he knew something was off about Ian, he was right and I never should've came to this damn party. Why did Ian turn out this way when he seemed like a normal guy just hours ago?

"What happened? I heard someone coming up the stairs and you were on the ground screaming." his voice is so calm and safe even though he's describing one of the scariest moments of my life that happened just seconds ago.

I can't even speak properly without sobbing in between words. Do I even know what just occurred? One minute I'm at a party with a friend and then out of nowhere he's drunk and about to take away my innocence.

"Hey, hey," he assures me, "you don't have to tell me. Stay here." he motions to the bed and steps out of the room.

My thoughts are a jumbled mess and my chest heaves up and down. I can't seem to catch my breath with what just happened; why did Ian do this?

A sudden noise from outside of the room startles me, making me jump. The noise is followed by something being thrown and David yelling at someone. I hear a moan in response to David's harsh words, but I can't make out who the groaning belongs to.

Moments later, David returns to me and quickly shuts the door.

"What was that?" I ask him, noticing his ragged breathing and bruised knuckles.

"Doesn't matter. Are you okay?" his icy eyes wander all over my body.

"I need to leave."

Before I can begin to think about crying again, he lifts me from the bed and brings me downstairs and outside to his car. On the way down, I don't spot Ian anywhere and very few drunken people even notice us. David places me gently onto the passenger seat and climbs in on his side, starting the car.

Once we pull up to the dorms, he asks me if I'm okay for the thousandth time tonight.

"No, I'm not okay. Thank you for getting me away from all that..." I trail off and the tears start forming once again, "its just, it's the first party I go to and I almost get raped."

"He fucking raped you?" he booms and begins to dial a number into his phone.

"Almost, maybe. I don't want to think about it," I try to shake away the memory of tonight, "What are you doing?"

"Taking care of the problem." he huffs, sending a message and shutting his phone off.

He walks me to my room, not carrying me this time, and makes sure I'm safe in my dorm. On the way up, I remember how tonight started.

"Can I ask you something?" I wonder aloud.

"I suppose." his lips purse.

"Earlier when you came by my room, you knew something about Ian."

"That sounds more like a statement, not a question." he smirks.

"I mean, how did you know he was..." I struggle to finish my sentence.

"I just knew he wasn't good enough for you," David answers me, "I didn't know he'd do something like that."

My mind is racing a mile a minute. How did he know my room number? Does he know Ian? Was he watching me every time Ian spoke to me? And how did he even know I was going anywhere with Ian?

Reading my thoughts, David puts a hand over mine. "Ian definitely wont be a problem anymore, Katherine." he nearly whispers, eyes raking over my face. He leaves the room, and I shudder at what could be happening to Ian right now. When David sent that text in the car, I could tell that it was an order to make Ian pay for what he did tonight. But whatever he gets, he deserves.