I Feel You

Chapter One - Bentley

I take another deep shuddering breath. The cool air around me fills my lungs, makes my chest feel a little less heavy. I watch my legs as the dangle over the cliff. I feel the vibrations of the rushing ocean all the way to my shattering heart.

I shouldn't be considering how my body would be swallowed up in the waves. How my body would feel so light. So cold. How all my troubles would be lifted off my chest. I shouldn't be considering how the waves would crash over and over above my head, as I watched from the bottom, as I didn't try to make my way to the top.

"Lee! Bentley freaking Marie. You better get your dumb behind away from that cliff edge right now and come back to the party!" My best friend Isabella shouts from behind me, her words slightly slurred. I don't even have to look behind me to know she's probably holding a cup of something that'll burn like gasoline down her throat.

I clear my throat and shout over the waves, "Coming!"

I give the dangerously beautiful ocean one last look. I'll be back.

I stand and brush my black skinny jeans off and turn to face my beautiful best friend. You see Issie is the exact opposite of me, looks and personality both. She's tall, has long blonde hair, she's skinny, and has just enough curves in the right places to attract all the stares, boys and girls both. She's flirty and funny and likes attention.

Me, on the other hand, I'm short. I'm a few too many pounds over curvy and my dull curly brown hair does nothing but get in the way. My body attracts attention, but not of those who matter. The only thing I like about myself are my dull grey eyes. I blend in or at least I try to. I don't like attention. I don't like much of anything actually. Especially parties.

I walk over to Issie and she smiles at me and her brown eyes are hazed over. I groan. Her mom is going to fucking kill me.

"Issie. I thought we agreed no drinking?" I shake my head. We agree no drinking every time we go out but I'm the only one who actually ever follows the rule.

It's starting to get dark but I can still see her roll her pretty brown eyes at me. We walk back to the party which mostly consists of Issie laughing at herself like an idiot. We make it back to the all the vehicles and I see Brett's huge house looming over us. I get a sinking feeling in my stomach and my hands start to sweat and shake.

We walk up the walkway and there are a few people hanging outside, smoking both joints and cigarettes. I wrap my arms around my stomach and we walk in. The music is bumping, the bass I can feel in my veins. I can't hear much of the words. I just want to leave but I know Issie won't let us for another good hour or so.

"Hey, I'm gonna go see Brett and Ben. Ben and Jessica just broke up this morning. I bet he's looking for some way to cope, if you know what I mean." Issie shouts loudly in my ear and then pulls away and tries to wink and miserably fails. I laugh.

"Good luck." I turn and walk to the kitchen. I hate parties. I hate people in general, then you add drugs and alcohol and it makes everything ten times worse. I find a red Solo cup and walk over to the sink. I then search the counter for any sort of pain medication. Brett usually has something laying around.

Brett and I have been really close friends since I moved here when I was ten. We just sort of clicked the first day when he pulled my hair and I punched him in the face. I was a little more spunkier back then.

I find some ibuprofen and take four of them with a full glass of water. Someone bumps into me from behind and I duck my head down and murmur sorry. I hear a throaty laugh and look up into the eyes of Thomas Fuller. My face heats more and the feeling in my stomach adds another fifty pounds to it's weight. I inch away from him. He comes closer to me, his hazel eyes grazing over my body and he grabs my wrist.

"Where you going, baby?" He asks with a devilish gleam in his eye.

I rip my wrist from his grasp, "Don't fucking touch me."

His eyes grow hard and he presses the entire length of his body against mine and whispers in my ear, "That's not what you were begging me for the other night."

Thomas grabs my hand and pulls me away from Issie. This is the best day of my life. I have the hottest guy at the party. And he's talking to me.

"Why don't we go upstairs where's it's quieter, baby?" He asks me and butterflies start to dance in my stomach. That was the third time he called me baby all night.

"Get the fuck away from her Thomas, before I feed you your own cock." I hear Brett snarl behind him. Thomas leans down and kisses a tear from my cheek and I jerk away from him. My face is wet and hot with anger. I knew tonight was going to be a bad night.

Thomas turns around and I run away, ignoring Brett's calls for my name. I run upstairs and turn to the first door on the right and throw up everything in my already empty stomach.