IMAGINES ▹ ROSS BUTLER

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( PROTECTION ) 
by imaginationworlds

Loud music was blasting through the speaker, filling the room with a deafening volume while people dancing body against body probably too drunk to realised that they are dancing with a person they hated once, I only could shake my head while seeing everybody drunk and having fun, even throwing a party after everything that happened in these last weeks.

I just went to Bryce's party because Zach asked me out on that day, but he also offered me to go to a fancy Diner, eating some french fries while letting the time pass by.

"Hey, you alright?", Zach my date of today asked me while handing me another beer, letting his eyes take in my expression while leaning against the wall.

It took me a while to respond, I really didn't know how I feel at some point, most of my feelings were mixed on that day, you are at a party of a person that has the most disgusting and also the most inadequate way of dealing with women.

I fumbled with my bottle that was basically untouched but ice cold, I stroked a strand of my hair behind my ear and bit my lip nervously before I looked up to Zach, there was it; his little cheeky smile that he always had when he saw me.

"Uhm-Yes I'm good, just kinda quiet here.", I sarcastically said while taking a little sip of my bottle, giggled at my own sentence.

Zach laughed amused at my silly sarcasm, and let his head sink in respond while continuing laughing:" Good one, Y/N... Good one."

Time passed, and everybody left; one by one. Zach forced me to sit down and don't try to move since I drank too much beer all at once and if I would try to walk I would quickly lay on the floor. Zach shortly excused himself since he desperately needed to use the bathroom.

I groaned as a headache that formed recently in my head buzzed through, letting my head fall against the headrest, closing my eyes trying to collect myself. My hands covered my eyes since the flashing light was too much for me to handle at the moment.

Suddenly the music stopped just hearing how someone placed a glass in front of me before settling down next to me, bravely waiting for me to react. I exhale before I looked to my left just to get surprised by the host of the party; Bryce Walker.

His nauseating smile crossed his lips while his hands danced lightly over my shoulder, the feeling of disgust washed over me and inhale really deeply before I warned him to take his hand off my body.

"Come on Y/N, have some fun...", he mumbled against my jaw leaving soft kisses along. At this point, I started to pray that Zach would walk in any second and would drive me home. I whimpered against his touch and tried to push his whole body away from me.

Hot tears started to rush down my face; I couldn't move against him or scream in any way. His cold hands slid down my T-shirt; squeezing my breasts. His lips attached my dry lips, licking over it and pulling it in thirst.

The world stopped for a moment, as I heard a familiar voice echoed through my brain; Zach. Everything got sped up in slow motion. Bryce dared to look up and instantaneously moved away from and stand up.

"Dude, What were you doing to her!", Zach occurred into my sight and walked around the couch before he stood in front of Bryce, he shouted other words at him and pushed him the whole time around. Bryce tried to explain that I wanted that but Zach knew exactly that he was lying.

"Don't-You-Fucking-Dare-And-Touch-Her-Again.",Zach spoke every single word clear and loud out, just to make sure that e will understand, while he poked his finger in his chest.

Bryce still acted chill after everything that just happened seconds ago, and he pressed his forehead against Zach's while looking him provoked straight in his eyes before his words left his lips he smiled:"What do you wanna do Dempsey?", he stopped his own words for a second and spread his arms."You wanna beat me up?"

Silence.

"Fuck off, Walker.", he said straight into his face before pushing him away and walked over to me, both of his hands on my shoulder, trying to sit me up.

His eyes were filled with worry and blame before he shook his head in shame:"You okay?"

He looked me deeply in the eyes just prayed that I'm half way okay, even though my body was shaking like a mess like I truly looked like.

"Just get me the hell out of here."