Sleeping With the Professor (NOT CONTINUING)

Twenty-Eight

I tried to contain my fear as I looked into his eyes. Luckily, he crashed his lips against mine creating the perfect opportunity to move into the next stage of my plan.

I pulled away, pushing Adam back on the bed and climbing on top of him so that his movements would be restricted. I reluctantly kissed him again, trying not to look suspicious as I drew my knee up and drove it into his groin.

Without hesitation I rolled off of him and ran towards the door. I slammed it behind me as Adam called me a "dirty whore" and a "fucking bitch"

I ran down the stairs quickly, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked for Becca and Ryan. Of course they weren't within sight so I pushed through the drunken crowd, paranoid and afraid.

The first person I recognized wasn't my friend or her boyfriend. Instead it was Eric. He was standing next to someone, a red solo cup in his hand. The party seemed to stand still as I watched him interact with the people around him, bursting into laughter and smiling.

It almost put me at ease for a moment but I quickly snapped out of it and rushed over to him, needing to seek comfort in someone I know. "Eric!" I yelled over the music and his head immediately snapped towards me.

There was a flash of anger in his eyes that was instantly replaced by concern. Without saying goodbye to his companions, he walked over to me, wrapping an arm around my waist, leading me to an isolated part of the house. "Lilly what are you doing here?" He gulped, his eyes raked over my body and he shifted back and forth.

"My roommate invited me to come," I said. "But something just happened and you were the first person I saw." My voice was trembling as I sunk down on to a couch, Eric following suit.

"What happened?" He set down his drink and pulled me into his chest protectively.

"This guy named Adam tried to have sex with me upstairs," I shuddered.

Eric's body tensed up after the name rolled off my tongue. "I'll kill that son of a bitch!" He tried to stand up but I pulled him back down.

"It's okay, I'm fine," I tried to reason with him but he shook his head.

"It's not okay Lilly," he looked behind him. "Don't move."

Before I could protest Eric stormed away from me, heading in the direction I had just come from. He was taller than most of the other guys in the house, making him easy to spot. Against my better judgment I went after him. I wouldn't risk anything happening to him over some drunken asshole.

Nobody paid me any mind as I shoved past the same people. I watched as Eric effortlessly ran up the stairs and disappeared down the hallway. I took a deep breath and slowly walked up, making sure nobody else was around me before proceeding.

I heard him before I saw him. "What the fuck is wrong with you!" Eric's voice carried out into the hallway. I followed the sound of his voice down to the room I was just in. I cautiously peered around the corner, Eric and Adam coming into sight. Eric held Adam by his collar, their faces inches apart. "Don't you ever touch her again," I heard him say before bringing his fist up and driving it across Adam's face.

Adam fell to the floor and Eric crouched down next to him, spitting on him before standing back up, pulling Adam to his feet. Eric punched him again until I saw blood hit the carpet floor. "Eric that's enough!"

He turned around, dropping Adam in the process who just grunted and brought his hands up to his face. "Lilly what the hell did I tell you to do!" His voice boomed.

Not wanting to put up with his pride, I pulled him through the doorframe, shutting Adam in the room. "I can't watch you kill someone!" I said through gritted teeth once there was a comfortable distance between us and the room.