Breaking The Rules

Chpt. 45

"It's late, why aren't you asleep?" Taylor's voice frightened me, I could have sworn he was asleep..

"I have to stay up." My voice came out more of a whisper, he nodded his head before laying it back down onto the pillow.

The light coming from the light pole outside of the window, was giving me a little light to actually see.

"I'm really happy you're here." The way he said it made me smile, I chuckled from his sweetness.

"Me too."

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"Courtney?" I asked, my feet stepping over the dark puddles scattered throughout the building.

A dark building.

"Courtney?" I asked again, I was getting scared and I was about to cry.

"Bree! Help me!" Her familiar scream caught my attention and I followed her echo. I turned past dark hallways and windows, I avoided them for now, I was in no mood to check the rooms.

"Oh god, stop!" Courtney's scream was close to me, I began to run, I need to find her.

I followed her loud cries that led me into the lightest room yet, surrounded with two boys and Courtney.

"Get off of her!" I bellowed at the boy, his head was turned, so I couldn't see him.

"Please stop!" I screamed, but he couldn't hear me, why can't they hear me? I'm standing right here why can't they fucking hear me?!

Courtney's eyes locked onto mine devilishly, and she gave me a shameful look, like it's my fault she's getting raped.

"You're not going to help me?!" She screamed, trying to shove the boy off of her, the familiar scrony boy.

The other boy was sitting in the chair watching, but I had no idea who he was, he didn't look not one bit familiar.

"They can't hear me!" I screamed, digging my fingernails into the sides of my cheeks, why is this happening to me? Why me?

"Please stop" Courtney was no longer screaming, her voice was a whisper.

The boys fist collided with her face, and I couldn't do anything about it, I had to sit here and watch.

She groaned in pain, crying each time his fist touched her precious cheeks.

"This is all your fault" her voice faded into my ears, it never went away. The same voice, same sentence, same tone, same croaky whisper, echoed into my ears and it wouldn't fucking stop.

I shook my head no, tears arching down my cheeks, my hands pulled at me blonde hair.

"This is all your fault"

"No it's not!" I cried, falling to the floor and pulling my knees to my chest, I repeated the same sentence over and over again until it was all gone.

I felt two pairs of hands grip onto the sides of my arms, I screamed and cried until I realized it was Noah's.

"Noah?" I asked, I was sweating like a pig, his eyes were filled with worry.

"Bree, what's wrong with you?" He asked, looking me up and down, I was sitting on the bed, my back against the headboard, and my eyes bloodshot from crying.

I looked to my right to see Taylor just as worried as Noah. Taylor has been crying, and Noah is freaking the fuck out, pacing around the room.

"I'm so sorry" he said pulling at his hair.

"Why the fuck didn't you wake her up?!" He stormed as Taylor, "who the fuck are you anyways?" His voice came off as a scream, and I had to hush him, reminding him that my grandparents are asleep downstairs.

I probably already woke them..