Foster Brother(G.D)

Chapter 7

(Warning: This chapter contains concerning topics like rape and sexual harassment)

Things have gone back to normal between me and Gray. We talk, joke, and we walk home from school together again. It's been pretty nice. I'm really glad I decided to patch things up with him after the "incident".

So there is another party tonight that Caroline wanted to go to. Grayson and Ethan would be there too. I got ready and we headed out the door. We arrived at the party and Caroline greeted us at the door, and this time, she was totally sober. "Hey girl! Grayson. Oh, hey Ethan..." she trailed off. If you forgot, Caroline had a little crush on Ethan. She dragged me over to the side and said, "You didn't tell me he was coming!" "Sorry I guess, I thought you would know." "Ugh, it's fine, I just wish I had looked better," she said laughing. "Caroline, don't worry. You look great. You always do.

It had been an hour and I was actually having a good time. But, this time, I was the one who had too much to drink. I was stuttering and wobbling around everywhere drunk. I was so drunk in fact that I started to do some weird stuff. I went up to random guys and started flirting. I looked ridiculous but I was so drunk I couldn't stop. That was when I went up to another guy and I saw his face. It was Jason. I started to get angry. Angry at what he tried to do to me last time. I slapped him. Hard. He looked down and saw me. His face turned into an evil smirk. "Well, look who's come back for more." I raised my hand and tried to slap him again but he quickly grabbed my wrist and held it tight. He then dragged me off to another room upstairs. He shoved me in a room and locked the door. He threw me on the bed and climbed on top of me. I resisted but he was just too strong. I tried to fight back, but I couldn't. He started to take off my clothes. I was so scared. What had I gotten myself into?

Grayson's POV

I was hanging out with my friends and I realized that I should probably go check on Hannah. I looked around but I couldn't find her. I eventually looked everywhere but still, no Hannah. Then I thought I'd check upstairs. So I did. There were only three rooms so I tried to look in all of them. I had checked two and there was nothing. When I went to open the last door, I noticed it was locked. I knocked on the door. Nothing happened. I slipped my ear against it and heard faint sniffling. Again, I knocked on the door. Nothing. That's when I started yelling. "Hannah? Are you in there?" I swear I heard a faint voice saying "Grayson.." Then I heard a slap. That was it. I slammed my body against the door. I threw myself into the door over and over again until I heard it crack. Then I punched through it. The door crumbled to the ground and I didn't care that my hand was bleeding and full of splinters. And what I saw was Hannah laying on the bed with Jason lying on top of her. I walked over to him and punched him in the face. "Get out." I said angrily. He stood up and walked out of the room. Then there was just Hannah laying on the bed with tears streaming down her face. I walked over to the bed and picked her up. I had her limp body laying lifeless in my arms. I carried her out of the bedroom and downstairs. Everyone watching as I did so. I didn't care. I just wanted Hannah to get home safely. With Hannah still in my arms, I placed her carefully in my car. She had thankfully fallen asleep. I got into the car and drove home. My blood boiling with anger.