Not Mine (Completed)

Chapter 9

Oh God, where am I? I felt dizzy and light-headed. I was leaning against a wall in semi-darkness and the room smelt sickly sweet. Eww, is that pot?

"Hey, are you sure she's buzzed? "An unrecognizable male voice spoke up. I tried to look around me, but everything was blurry.

"Pretty sure. She was scarfing down the beers like crazy before, " Len's voice spoke up. I was pushed onto a bed.  I tried to get up but I just couldn't.

Suddenly, there were hands... all over me. I squirmed uncomfortably. What the heck was going on?!

"Get off.. Stop it!" I screamed.  Or at least I thought I did.  I was glued to the bed,  not able to move.  I felt like there was a huge rock on top of me, stopping me from moving. I concentrated hard and pushed myself to get up.  It was futile.

"Okay,  500 dollars if we nail her.  Go get Bill.  He should watch!  And pay up! " One of the bastards' voices were heard. There was a shuffle when 1 of them went out the door and didn't close the door all the way. I saw ajared door.  With renewed spirit,  I struggled to move.  But I was pinned to the bed. 

Just then,  somebody came in as well and the room was suddenly bathed in a bright light.  Hands grabbed at me and I struggled the best I could.  I struggled so much that I unintentionally smacked whoever that was pinning me with his body right across the face. 

"You fucking bitch!"  He swore and punched me in the face.  I thought I heard a faint crack and pain pulsated through my head, and I felt warm liquid oozed from my nose.  I tried so hard to focus and fight them off,  but it was like I was floating on air, I was unable to do anything.  I couldn't even lift myself off the bed.

Suddenly I heard a tear and cool air hit my torso.  Oh,  God.. Are they going to rape me!?  With fear and renewed spirit, I struggled and fought those bastards off me. 

"Get off me! Help! Help!" I finally found my voice and screamed as loudly as I could,  tears already streaming down my face.  I squirmed and struggled as best as I could and the more hands tried to pin me to the bed.

"Stay still, bitch!" A hand suddenly swung across my face again.  The asshole tried tearing off my bra. No, no, no!  This is not happening.

"Please, stop..Don't do this.. Please.. " I tried begging them when struggling seemed futile.  Hands grabbed at my now exposed breasts.  I felt so violated and disgusted with what was happening to me.  I could feel hands all over me,  tugging at my jeans,  and the asshole trying to wedge himself between my now jeans-less legs.  I resisted and kept my legs clamped together but it was so hard.  They kept pulling at my legs.  I was crying in earnest now,  trying to block everything that was happening to me at that moment. 

"You like that you dyke? How does it feel to have a man touching you for a change, huh? " The filthy asshole on top of me said as he put his hand inside my panties.  I screamed when he touched me there.  It was the most horrifying thing I've ever experienced and I squirmed and bucked harder than before. There's no way I was leting this happen to me.  I screamed so loud that huge hands kept clamping itselt on my mouth, making me gag.  Especially when the hands clamped themselves on my nose, cutting my oxygen, making it impossible for me to breathe. 

Suddenly there was a crash and cries of pain.  I heard whacks and faces being hit with something.  Just then, there were no hands on me.  There were grunts and crashes.  I vaguely saw a swinging baseball bat and one asshole getting pummeled to a pulp while the others ran out of the room, leaving me naked on the bed, violated and bruised.  I cried as I tried to get up but it hurt everywhere.  Just then the room was quiet.

"Addy,  Addy.. Are you alright?" A familiar voice spoke anxiously and I tried to look at the face but it was pretty hard as everything was blurry.  I felt him pulling me up into a sitting position and putting a jacket, maybe,around my shoulder. I let him dress me,  feeling humiliated but I had no choice.  Just then, my vision finally cleared and my eyes widen when I saw it was Wes.  He was tugging my jeans up my thighs,  in a valiant attempt to dress me.  I jerked way from him and looked at him incredulously. He looked at my face and there was the unmistakeable redness on his cheeks.  My face felt hot, too as I pushed him away.  He straightened and cleared his throat.  He turned away from me, as if giving me the privacy to dress myself.  As quickly as I could,  I got off the bed,  a little wobbly and put on my jeans. I looked at my shirt and it was in tatters. Swallowing my pride,  I put on Wes' jacket again and buttoned up.  All covered up,  I cleared my throat and Wes turned around.  He didn't meet my eyes,  but he helped me walk out of the room.  I kept my head down and walked shakily out of the room and down the stairs.  I was unsteady and swaying and suddenly Wes caught me by the waist and helped me gain my balance.  I let him help me as we walked towards the front door. 

"Hey,  Addy! Wes! You guys are leaving?! " Out of nowhere,  Josh's voice rang out ober the loud music. 

"Uh,  yeah,  Addy's not feeling so good. I'm gonna send her home.  I'll come back to pick you up later." Wes said as he pushed me behind him.  I cowered behind him and only waved weakly at Josh,  being careful to keep my bruised face hidden from him.  Since the house was in semi-darkness,  it was not that hard.

"What? Uhm,  then we'll just leave-" Josh started to say but I stopped him.

"No,  it's okay.  I'm just tired,  I guess.  You stay.  Daisy is still in here somewhere. Wes can take me home." I reassured Josh. He kinda looked at me and I forced a smile.

"Oh,  really? Well,  alright then.  I'll see you tomorrow.  You go on home and rest, ok." Josh said and absently patted my head. I nodded my head with a smile.

Just then,  Wes put his arm around my waist and helped me walk out of the place.  He bundled me up in Josh's car and started it.  Wordlessly,  he drove the car.  I lay my head on the headrest and felt tears flowing down my cheeks silently.  It was horrible. I just couldn't get it out of my head. It was a relief that it never got far.

"Err,  are you okay,  Addy? " Wes asked hesitantly. I sat up and found that the car had stopped on our street but a few blocks away from our houses.  I took a shaky breath and finally looked at Wes in the eye.  I nodded with a shaky smile.

"Yeah,  just shaken.  I don't know what happened... I think I was drugged." I said as I touched my slightly throbbing head.  He looked at me,  a frown creased his forehead.

"Erm,  thanks Wes.  For helping me out...how did you know where I was?" I asked,  mystified. Wes took a deep breath and started talking.

"Well,  I was near the pool and I saw you. I saw that you were with this guy.  But then,  suddenly you weren't there anymore.  At first I was not concerned since you are capable of taking care of yourself. But then I heard a few guys talking about a bet.  Like,  if he sleeps with a..ehem..a dyke,  he'll get 500 dollars.  And this one guy raced up the stairs and opened his phone into video mode.  I had a bad feeling about it,  so I followed them.  They went into this room upstairs and I thought I saw you on the bed.  And I instantly knew they were talking about you.  So I looked for a weapon and saw a baseball bat. I took it with me and just went into the room swinging. " Wes explained as he looked at me. I stared at him,  in awe.  I think he beat up 3 or 4 guys.  Granted that they were a bit drunk, it was still very cool and crazy. He could've gotten hurt himself. I squirmed uncomfortably. 

"Well,  thanks for helping me out.  I hope you don't tell Josh,  Daisy and especially grandma. It would worry her so much. " I pleaded. 

"Don't worry,  I won't.  Uhm,  do you want to go home or do you want to stay over at Josh's while your.. Err.. face is healing?" Wes said uncertainly.  I looked at him, weighing my optiobs.  Thinking that it was pretty late, I knew Grandma would be asleep already and she won't see my bruised face. And I would get up extra early to go to work the next day. 

"Nah,  that's okay.  You can just take me home." I said with a quiet smile.  Wes just nodded his head and drove towards Grandma's front yard. 

"Thanks so much for helping me,  Wes.  Really.  I owe you one." I said earnestly as I braved myself to look at him in the eye.  He just nodded his head awkwardly. 

I got out of the car and walked slowly to the front door.  I took out my keys and opened the door quietly.  I looked over my shoulder and saw the car was still there and Wes was watching me. I waved a little and he waved back.  Then,  I slipped into the house. Once I closed the door,  I heard Wes drive away.  I leaned against the door and let out a sigh of relief.  I couldn't beleive what had happened.  And I couldn't believe Wes,  ofall people,  had helped me.  Wonders never cease, it seems.. I thought as I went up to my room.
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A/N
Hey guys,  yeah just updated.  I was trying to write a believable rape scene.  Wasn't easy.  And I want to apologize if the use of the word Dyke offends some of you.  I did not mean it in a derogatory sense.  It's just how idiots describe homosexual women and I do not like that word.