If Summer Never Ends

Chapter 22

Chapter 22:

"Please, don't do this," I mumbled against his large hand, but he didn't listen. The worst part besides possibly getting raped was that I still had to pee. Dammit.

My body began to go limp, tired of fighting, tears running down my face. The wave rose higher and higher, almost crashing down on top of me when all of a sudden, a fist crammed into Jason's face.
​Everything happened so fast. I was relieved to be free of the chains and fell down on the ground. Then there was the blood. And the confusion as I looked up and met with the familiar crystal blue eyes. Except they weren't crystal. They were cloudy and filled with rage.

​"Luke," I breathed, my vision becoming blurrier as the tears filled up my eyes. From what I could see, Luke stood over Jason, who was tending to his blood-gushing nose.

"Gabs, get out of here," Luke demanded, his voice cold and stale. I looked around dubiously at Jason, the blood, and my view from the ground. Besides my parents' death, I had never felt so small and weak before in my life.

"I said get out of here!" Luke yelled, yanking Jason up by the collar of his shirt that I had so aggressively pulled him by less than five minutes ago.

I scrambled to my feet, trying my hardest to not clumsily fall down. The last thing I saw before I left was Luke's fist colliding with Jason's crimson face once more.

There were hardly any people left in the bar. How late was it? I noted it was nearly two in the morning and that I probably had a million missed calls from Aunt Julia. No doubt about it, I was going to get into huge trouble.

When I glanced over at the table in the corner, no one was there. Where were my friends? Had they left me? My mind was still clouded from everything that had happened, so I ran past the bathrooms and pushed the bar on the exit door, leading myself into an alley.

It was quiet. There was no noise except for the faint sounds coming from inside the bar and the street lights buzzing. Still shaky, I rested my back on the cold brick wall of one side of the alley and shrank down into a ball so that I was hugging my knees. The current of mascara-tinted tears continued to flow down my face.

I replayed everything over and over again in my head. The flirting, the kissing, the foul scented man, and the feeling of fear as Jason had unbuttoned my shorts.

How could I have been so stupid? All the signs were there: the sexy smile, the drink offers, the touching. Jason had played it off as actions of kindness and genuinity, but it was all a big hoax just to get into my pants. There I was, opening up and exposing the darker parts of my life and mind, and he had played along, trying to gain my sympathy by telling me about his parents' divorce and his mom's death. Deception was a large part of his act, and I fell for it all.

The emotions just became too much, the tears flooding my eyes and blurring my vision, and I wept, trying to forget about everything that had just happened in the past twenty-four hours. By far, one of the worst days of my life.

Minutes later, I heard loud music thumping and a door creak but as soon as it closed, the silence ensued once again. I didn't even have to look up to know who it was.

A large figure squatted down in front of me and placed a hand on my knee. "Gabs? It's me," Luke said calmly and through my blurry vision, I noticed the fresh bruising on his knuckles.

I looked up and met with his gaze, my bottom lip quivering. His eyes were soft, like pale blue sea glass, and I sobbed into his chest as I threw my arms around him.