Sorry, I just had to get a reference in somewhere. Also, slight sexual assault trigger warning at the --- if you want to know what happened, PM me.
New year's Pete and Patrick agree to let me out to go to a party. I haven't had the easiest time recently, and they agreed there was no harm in a little fun. Boy, were they wrong.
It's around eleven and I'm sitting in Lyssa's room with Mary when I get a phone call from someone I haven't talked to in a while.
"James!" I exclaim.
"Hey, Lucy."
"What's up?" I ask, rolling off the bed onto the bean bag chair to get away from the excessive smoke from the joint dangling from Lyssa's fingers.
"You're in LA, right?"
"Mm-hm." I say, curious as to where he's going with this.
"Well, I got into the city a while ago, and I was wondering if you were perhaps up to attending a party at my cousin's house?" I can hear how nervous he sounds, though a smile creeps onto my face.
"Who's your cousin?" I ask, wondering if by some chance it's the party we're already going to.
"Uh, Sam Turner." He says and I nearly burst out laughing at how perfectly it's working out.
"Me and some friends were actually gonna head out there in a couple of minutes." He chuckles.
"I guess I'll see you there then."
"Guess so." I say, feeling a light laugh come on. "See ya, James."
"Bye, bye, Lucy."
I turn back to the girls, seeing their knowing looks. "Shut up, he's an old friend." Lyssa rolls her eyes.
"Is he single, because he sounds cute."
"What do you mean he sounds cute?" I chuckle. "You haven't even heard his voice." She scoffs.
"Trust me, I know a cute voice when I hear one."
"Fine. Are we ready to go, or is Mary too stoned to even come with us?" Lyssa pokes her face.
"Nah, she's good." I laugh, tugging at one of Mary's sneakers.
"C'mon, it's time to go." Mary stretches as she rolls over to face me. I wrap a hand around her wrist and pull her up, but she leans too much and collapses against me, sending us both to the ground.
"Oh my god!" Lyssa exclaims, hovering over us. "You'd think both of you were fucking stoned. Get up, it's nearly twelve already!" She crosses her arms and glares at us for a second before helping Mary off of me.
"Sheesh," Mary says as she flattens her hair on her shoulders. "You're too excited about Lucy's friend with the cute voice." We both snicker as Lyssa starts to push at the screen in her window. She gets it off, setting it on the bed before rolling her eyes at us.
"Let's go." We giggle and climb after her to the street.
The party is only about a block away, so we walk for five minutes before Lyssa splits off to talk to someone and Mary gets offered a joint and leaves to hole up in the basement. I roll my eyes as I venture into the living room, wondering why we even come here together at all.
Then, there's arms around me and they sqeeze my sides. "Lucy!" I grin, turning around to see a familiar face of hazel eyes and dark hair that's cut short now.
"Hi, James." I say, but then suddenly notice Echo standing behind him. We make eye contact and suddenly he's hugging me.
We have innocent conversation, drinking from red solo cups until James disappears with his cousin and I'm left alone with a slight buzz and a wasted Echo. He's hanging off me, kissing my cheek and neck as I search for Mary or Lyssa or a room to dump him in to sleep.
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We end up in what looks like a guest room, I set him on the bed. Then I go to get him water or something, but he tugs at my arm and makes me lie down with him. "Echo." I whine. He just rolls over and starts to kiss my neck, clumsily climbing on top of me. "Echo, stop you're drunk." He grunts and I try to push at his shoulders but he doesn't let up.
"Shh..." He whispers, continuing to kiss me. My chest tightens as I think of the still slightly present hickeys from Jayden.
"Echo, I'm serious. Get off." He doesn't listen still, starting to push up my shirt. I wriggle beneath him, starting to get worried. I push at his shoulders, he kisses beneath my belly button. His tongue dips lowly toward my jeans. I let out a helpless whimper of fear, but he takes this as something else. He chuckles and starts to unbutton my pants, yanking down the zipper before I can open my mouth. "Stop it..." I say weakly. He does though- with my pants at least. His hands pull my shirt all the way above my chest and he goes to kiss me again until he realizes that it's already littered with marks.
"What the hell, Lucy." He growls. "What the fuck are those, and where did you get them." He glares at me, hands placed possessively on either side of my hips.
"Echo-" I start, but he gives me a look that makes me shut my mouth. He tears at my bra violently, threatening to break the clasp, but gets it off without too much difficultly. I let out a dry sob-like sound. He doesn't even look at me.
"What?" He mutters. "Are you too much of a fucking whore to not enjoy this now?" He asks cruelly and a tear finally slips onto my cheek.
"Echo, please." I cry, but he just tosses my shirt aside along with my bra, then tugs my jeans down to my mid thighs. He grins, an odd look in this situation. "Echo, stop. I don't want this." My voice is surprisingly calm, but it doesn't affect him. His fingers slip beneath the band of my underwear and I have to choke back a scream.
"You're so fucking hot." He mumbles. Then his fingers dip lower, my heart stops beating and I lose all feeling as he rubs me, my body going slack as I stop fighting and he puts a finger inside me. Only whimpers emit from my lips occasionally until he's done. I don't register it, just notice when he's not breathing heavily on me. He's not in the room anymore and I'm alone in the bed. My shirt lies on the ground still, and my jeans and underwear are sadly clingling to my legs. I finally let out a full sob then, tears and all.
I curl in on myself, weakly pulling my pants back up and tugging my shirt on as I cry into someone else's pillow. I start to pull the covers over my body, but I see they're soiled from Echo. Another cry falls from my mouth. I stumble out of the room. My cheeks are tear stained and music pulses around me as people drunkly fall over themselves.
I feel my breathing catch as I spot a familiar face.
"James?" I croak.
Hi sorry for the cliff hanger there's been a lot recently I feel like... It's gonna get juicy soon though so look forward to that.
Also thank you to YesAmyIAteTheBiscuit who put up with me as I complained about writing this part. You're the best, fren.
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