Forbidden Love

Chapter 21

"Never have I ever had sex in a public place." I admitted.

With our parents being at work, Dylan and I had decided to play a few drinking games to keep us from dying of boredom.

Dylan smiled before picking up his fourth shot glass and swollowed it with ease. "The principals office." My eyes bulged at that statement, which widened Dylan's smirk.

"Are you insane?"

"What can I say," He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. "Chick's dig a little excitement."

Our game ended abruptly when we heard a group of guys chuckling outside on our front lawn. I picked up the remote and turned off the television.

"Did you hear that?"

Dylan lifted his index finger up to his lips, indicating for me to keep quite. After a few moments of silence went by, we assumed it was just a group of people passing by our street. "Sounded like-"

The door burst open, off its hinges, and smashed into a million pieces across the hallway. Alarmed, both Dylan and I sprung up from the couch.

Ethan appeared from behind the wall with a smug look plastered on his face, followed by Kyle and Nathan. I could tell by Ethan's tight grip on the bat, knuckles pearl white, that they were not here to have a 'friendly' conversation.

"Demi," Ethan snarled through a sarcastic smile. "What happened to our little deal?"

Dylan's face morphed into a heartbroken, betrayed and angered glare. "What is he talking about?"

Ethan twirled the bat in the palm of his hand, smiling at Dylan to edge him on. "Ethan, please. Don't do this."

He shook his head back and forth, chuckling evily. "I gave you a second chance."

Ethan stepped forward along with Kyle and Nathan. I grabbed onto Kyle's arm and pulled him back. "Kyle please! What are you doing?"

He ripped his arm aggressively out of my grip and glared at Dylan. As shocking as it might sound, Kyle use to be a good friend of mine. But that was a long time ago.

Dylan stuck his hand out in surrender. "You need two guys to help beat me up? That's sad." My mouth dropped open at Dylan's statement. I guess it wasn't such a good idea to drink that much alcohol after all.

That provoked Ethan. Ethan pulled the bat as far back as he possibly could and smashed it agaisnt Dylan's face. Dylan fell to the floor, grasping his left cheek. He glanced up at Nathan, only to get punched in the face.

"Stop!" I yelled as Kyle kicked Dylan in the stomach.

"Not so tough now, are we?" Ethan grabbed onto Dylan's color and lifted him up. "Fight back Dylan!"

"How the fuck do you expect him to fight back against three guys?!" Without giving it so much as a second thought, I punched Ethan solid on the nose. Clutching my fist in my hand, I tried not to think about the throbbing pain that shot through it.

Ethan brushed his hand under his nose and laughed, unaffected by my attempt in hurting him. "Bitch." I closed my eyes as he pulled his hand back and slapped me across the face. My cheek burned as the hard contact sent me flying to the floor.

Nathan grabbed a fistful of my shirt and lifted me up into the air. The floor spun underneath me as I tried to focus my blurred vision on his ugly face.

I glanced to the side and spotted Dylan on the floor, unconscious.

I squirmed in Nathan's grip, trying to escape from his captive hands. "You assho-" My mouth got clamped shut by Nathan's hand. A needle pricked my arm, seeped in and I blacked out.