Fearless

Cockblock

Chapter Five: Cockblock

"Sam! I don't know what to wear!" Rebekah screeched through Sam's phone as he sat on the couch in the lounge.

"Beck, just wear that dress of yours, y'know, the pretty one." Sam told her. I heard her yell at him that all her dresses were pretty and that she couldn't pick between the red one and the black one.

'Black one' I mouthed to him. He sighed silently before passing the words to Rebekah. Aaron stumbled into the lounge with a box of pizza in hand. Sam told Rebekah that we would pick her up shortly before he hung up.

"My god Aaron, your house is incredible. How much land do you own?" he asked. Aaron grinned.

"Almost 100 acres." Aaron told Sam. His jaw dropped as Aaron handed him a paper plate with a couple slices of pizza on it.

"Aaron! Michael! You didn't tell me you were having a friend over." Charlie exclaimed as she walked into the lounge. Sam's eyes went wide.

"Miss Downing? What're you doing here?" he asked her in surprise. Charlie giggled and plopped down on the empty loveseat.

"Aaron and Michael are my boys. I'm the not-blood-related guardian of these two lost puppies." Charlie winked at Aaron and me.

"How-" Aaron cut Sam off my shoving his slice of pizza into Sam's mouth.

"That is a long story for another time, love." Aaron said. Sam chewed the pizza and swallowed before trying to talk again.

"Okay then, we should get going. Rebekah is probably getting anxious. You know how she is." Sam told Aaron and me. Charlie jumped up from the loveseat.

"Wait, where are you three going? And Rebekah? I thought-"

"We're going to a party, and we need to pick Rebekah up. Michael will explain later." Aaron said to her before we exited the house.

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Rebekah was sitting on her brick porch in her black and white dress with her small handbag. As I pulled up to the curb, I noticed she was bouncing her leg up and down with nerves. She had fixed her auburn hair so it fell in bouncy curls over her shoulders and down her back. When the truck was parked, Rebekah got up from where she was sitting and walked briskly up to the truck. She pulled the door open to the passenger seat, got inside and slammed the door shut. I started the truck up again, and the stereo started to blast I Feel Like Dancin'.

I pulled up to the house, Clarence's house. The yard had clean cut grass. Even from the pavement, you could smell alcohol and cigarette smoke. Rebekah scrunched up her nose before she trudged on to the door. She pushed it open and I Feel Like Dancin' was playing. They must have had on the same station that I did. Sam and Aaron were behind me. In the main room was a makeshift dance floor which was just the living room without any furniture. Teens were grinding up on each other in the middle or dancing with their friends off on the side. Against the walls were tipsy girls and boys chatting over the booming music. Rebekah turned around suddenly to hand me a red Solo cup that was half-full of beer. She handed one to Sam and Aaron as well.

I watched as Rebekah put her Solo cup to her lips and tipped it almost upside down as she chugged the whole cup of beer. Then she tossed the empty cup over her shoulder and grabbed me by the hands. "Come on, sexy. Let's dance." she shouted over the music. Rebekah pulled me onto the dance floor until we were in the middle of all the horny, drunk teens. Rebekah had her hands in the air as she jumped around to the beat of the All Time Low song that was playing. She turned so her back was to me and then inched closer to me so that she was grinding against me, like one of the school sluts.

"Rebekah-" I tried to say into her ear, but she just pushed herself closer to me. I had to admit that it felt good to have her like this again, but I knew that she was just acting on impulses and not thinking through what she was doing.

"For heaven's sake, Mikey. Call me Beck or Becca. Or anything, as long as it's not my full name." she yelled.

"Becca, stop." I said. Rebekah turned around so she was facing me. Her cheeks were flushed pink from the heat and her blush makeup. She had her bottom lip snagged between her teeth. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me down closer to her, our lips not quite touching.

"Stop what?" she breathed out, just loud enough for me to hear.

"Stop doing and saying things you're going to regret later." I said. Rebekah pushed herself a little ways away from me. She had a confused look on her pretty face.

"Who the hell are you to say that I'm going to regret this, huh?" she snapped. "I'm trying to have fun, like we used to. Don't you want to do that again? Have me in your arms, dancing with me, waking up in the same bed, being able to kiss me like you used to." Rebekah threw her arms above her head in exasperate. "I don't understand you, Michael Stone. One minute you're acting like you want me, the next you're pushing me away."

Rebekah stormed off into the mass of teens. I looked to the general direction she had went, but I couldn't see her. There were just too many people, and it had been just too dark. I sighed deeply before trudging back over to the kitchen, where Sam and Aaron were playing Truth or Dare with some other teens from our senior class. They had been handcuffed together, and Sam was sitting on Aaron's lap. "You two have to kiss." one of the slightly drunk blonde girls said and she pointed to Aaron and Sam. Before their lips could meet, I pulled them up off of the tile floor and dragged them with me to a quieter room.

"Cockblock," Sam murmured before I made the two of them sit on a couch with a bottle of water.

"Stay here, I need to find Rebekah." I told the two of them. Aaron raised his water bottle to me before gulping down a quarter of it. I ran off back to the party. I searched the crowd for her curls, for her dress. For anything that could signify her. I saw a wisp of her black dress and her curls as she went up the stairs. I pushed through the teens until I reached the staircase.

"Rebekah!" I called as I dashed up the stairs. A door closed right as I reached it. I heard someone inside, talking, and it wasn't Rebekah. "Open the goddamn door!" I shouted as I pounded on the door with my fists. From behind the door came a blood curdling scream and a series of 'Stop!'s. I pulled on the door handle and twisted it. The door was locked, an whoever was in there with Rebekah was doing something to her she did not approve of. I slammed into the door with my shoulder first.

"Stop! Stop! Please!" Rebekah sobbed out from behind the locked door. Rage was building up inside me. I threw myself at the door one last time, and it broke open. There she was, cuffed to the towel rack. There he was, his hand under her skirt and the other at the zipper of his jeans. I tore him away from her and then crashed my fist into his face.

And then I just kept hitting him, and hitting him. My knuckles burned as I split them open on the bones of his cheeks, nose, and jaw. "Michael! Stop, it's fine! I'm fine! Stop!" Rebekah cried out through her tears. I let go of the man.

"Touch her again, and I swear to whatever there is out there that I'll rip your spine out through your ass then shove it back down your throat." I spat at him. He nodded quickly before shooting off the floor and out of the bathroom. I was breathing heavily, my shoulders pushing themselves up and down as I tried to control my heartrate.

"Michael," Rebekah said quietly. She placed her hand on the middle of my back. "Michael, look at me." she said. I turned around to her. Rebekah's makeup was smeared under her eyes. There were tracks from her tears. Her curls were still as bouncy as they were when I picked her up from her front porch.

"He didn't do anything." she assured me as I stepped closer to her. "He only-" she trailed off.

"He only tried to rape you." I finished for her. Rebekah looked up at the ceiling and pushed out a breath of air through her teeth.

"Can you please just get these cuffs off of me?" she asked, her voice cracked as she strained herself not to burst into tears again.

I grabbed onto the side of the handcuff that was clamped onto the towel rack. Then I yanked at it. The towel rack came off of the wall. I slid the handcuff off of it. Then I scooped Rebekah up in my arms and started down to the first floor where I had left Aaron and Sam.