Guilty Freedom [Editing]

Chapter 8: The Feeling Of Being Touched Part 2

The lights beamed through the white curtains, as Meghan and Ryder were still sleeping peacefully. The door opened to reveal, 3 heads. Katrina, Heather and Amy. They stared at the two as they were both cosy together sleeping peacefully. 

That peacefulness was disturbed as soon as they all piled into the room and screamed. "WAKE UP B*TCHES!!!" Katrina's voice was the loudess out of all of them. Heather walked over to Meghan as she started to stir a little, poking her cheek.

Ryder eyes opened slowly as he looked at all the girls crowding them. "What the hell?" He asked in a husky morning tone. "Get up big boy." Amy demanded as she looked over to the two. 

"Later." He mumbled before he tightened his hold on Meghan and barried his head in her neck. Meghan's eyes opened to see them all staring at her. As she gave them the 'what the hell' look, they all just smiled sheepishly at her.

Meghan looked over to see Ryder's head nuzzled into her neck. She smiled in content, loving the feeling of being close to him. But the down fall about everything was she couldn't remember anything. It was all a blank. 

There were missing pieces of the night. After sitting out and talking to Crayton and now waking up that's all she could remember. The drug had done well on her. "How you feeling?" Heather asked out of concern for her bestfriend.

"I feel sick and raw. I don't remember most of the things that happened last night." They all looked at her knowing what happened. Was it the right time to tell her? Ryder sat up as he looked at Meghan. 

Meghan touched her lips feeling how sore and pained they were. There were bruises and bites on her body. Her heart was racing, what happened? She looked over to Ryder scared he did this to her. 'But would he really do that?' Meghan thought.

"For the record, we didn't do anything." He said before Meghan got the wrong idea. "Where are my clothes? And why I'm I in your shirt and why does my foot hurt like a b*tch, and everywhere else? Why is there marks on my body? What the hell happened to my lips?" Meghan questioned. She tried to stand up but her foot wouldn't let her. 

Her foot was sore, the pain was still bad. The blood had dried up, but it still wasn't a good idea to go and walk. Ryder rushed over to her side. "Aiden said we're going to head back now. Find the cars and head home." Amy said as she looked at the two. 

No one had not answer a single question Meghan had thrown. She just pushed it aside as Ryder scooped her up bridal style. The girls followed behind making moaning noises and inapparopiate comments. 

"Hey Ryder, we'll catch up with you guys, we need to take care of something." He nodded as Meghan just pushed everything aside and fell back asleep in Ryder's arms.

The girls marched off to Craytons room. Heather knocked on it softly. "Come in." The voice of Crayton was heard. The girls smiled as they knew there plan was in full proof. Katrina marched in first, then Heather and Amy.

"How can I help you ladies?" Crayton asked. 

"Actually, we just came here to say a thanks for letting us stay the night." Heather said in a seductive yet a fun tone. Katrina stepped up ready to start her part of the plan. 

She stepped up to Crayton pushing him down onto the bed. She climbed onto him, kneeling with him inbetween her. "You know it takes a really good person to let 8 drunkies in there house to stay the night." Katrina said as she wrapped her arms around his neck.  Amy and Heather climbed onto the bed on either side of him.

They had him trapped that was for sure. Time to let the lesson of screwing with my bestfriend begin. "I'm a nice guy, of course I would let you all stay." He said as he thought he was going to get action from the girls. He was dead wrong.