Time To Waste

Chapter 11: Drama

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?" came the interrupting growl of someone who was mad as all fucking hell. This was followed by stomping footsteps as the man hurtled toward the couple, enraged. Jenna could barely react before the tall man, Chris, was standing before her and lifting her up by her throat. His tight grip crushed her windpipe, and she could barely breathe as he extracted her from Ryan's lap and shoved her back against the wall beside the couch. "What the fuck are you doing?" he seethed in an animalistic growl as he slammed her skull roughly against the wall a second time. 

Almost exactly at the same moment, Ryan jumped off the sofa and began to tug his jeans back on quickly, stuffing himself back inside while still fully erect. Once he was zipped, he tossed his hands up in surrender and backed away from his enraged bandmate. "She came onto me!" he offered, nervously backing away from the melee. "She threw herself at me!"

Those strong, tattooed arms kept a firm grip on Jenna, and her body hovered two feet off the ground as he shoved her against the wall by the neck. She wanted to gasp for air, wanted to scream, but she couldn't breathe. She was grabbing at his wrists, trying to pull him off enough to catch a breath, but he was immovable. He was too strong and the look in his eyes was pure fire. "What the fuck is going on, Jen?" he demanded. His eyes were full of hatred, confusion, and despair, but she couldn't breathe and that was all that consumed her mind. Air.

"What the fuck is going on?" He repeated the question, shaking her like a ragdoll in his hands. Her toes stretched to find purchase, to give her some kind of hope of gaining her footing, but it was hopeless. She was dangling in mid-air solely by the force of his hold. His haunted brown eyes demanded an answer that she couldn't give, even if she had one to offer. Like this, she couldn't speak. She opened her mouth, gasped and gurgled, and met his gaze to plead for her own life. He ignored this and screamed instead. "Fuck you, you stupid bitch!" Spinning quickly around, he threw her into Ryan and the pair collided and fell to the floor.

The commotion that ensued was confusing to her, as she knew none of these people. Yes, she was beginning to remember some names – the men that she had been around most recently – but people were scrambling into the room, and a large production of strangers was amassing around her. They were seemingly all yelling at once, at one another, and moving about the space frantically. As they swarmed, she crawled toward the sofa and her discarded t-shirt. She tugged it back on and curled into herself at the foot of the leather couch.

Ryan spared a cursory glance toward her, before shrugging his shoulders, and trying to move into the backdrop.

"What the fuck happened?" someone screamed, quieting the commotion.

Ryan pointed an accusatory finger toward her. "Jenna – "

Instantly, Chris roared. "DO NOT FUCKING TEMPT ME, BECAUSE I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" someone demanded, quieting the pair. "Let me repeat myself, boys, because I expect a good fucking answer here. What. The. Fuck. Happened?"

"Jenna doesn't know what's going on," a familiar voice stated softly. That was Ricky, she remembered him from earlier. He was sweet and sexy, and he had left her with Ryan when she propositioned him. "We think she was drugged last night. She's been acting strange all night and into this morning, and something is just totally off."