Can I Have Your Attention Please

Chapter 14: Dammit

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Sam's POV
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My mind rushes wildly inside of my skull in comparison to a tornado in a dry desert. There's nothing there except for the panic and wind. I can't focus. I just feel all sorts of hands touching me all over. My vision is doubling, and I can't concentrate on where everything is, including myself.

"Please don't," I mumble, latching onto one of their hands loosely and straining my neck upwards. The hand I had yanks my wrist up above my head, pulling too hard. I whimper in pain and let him pin my hand on the bed, followed by the other.

Someone's breath hits my neck and ear, making me shiver in disgust. "You should really be careful when you're at a party, sexy. Leaving your drink out so anyone can mess with it isn't very smart."

I don't let the tears come out of my eyes, forcing my irises to dry out. I've never cried for as long as I can remember, and there's no way I'm letting some strangers break my emotional record.

But it's hard, because I could recognize that voice so easily. That disgusting nickname that I asked him not to call me in Jorjie's.

Scott.

I hazily open my eyes again to see one of them sitting near my head, holding it in place. The second is pinning my arms down. And Scott is trying to keep my legs from closing, smirking with this satanic expression.

"Why?" I whimper. I find my voice, feeling he anger boil to the top of me as I struggle in their grips. "Why are you trying to do this?!"

He chuckles. "Oh, I'm not trying, sexy. I don't have to try. This is just too easy."

I wrench and rise my chest upward, releasing a blood-curdling scream. Scott's eyes widen at my ability to outburst and nods toward one of the guys. He punches my temple, causing me to see stars. I release a pained cry, and the other guy that hasn't hit me yet covers my mouth with his hand.

"Dammit," Scott growls. He slaps my face hard. "Shut the hell up."

I whimper. "Someone please get me out of here!" I screech over the music down below. Now I'm just completely disoriented. I can't see a single thing. And in my case, that didn't help when someone landed a punch in my throat.

I gasp for air and feel one of the guys just barely trying to force himself into me. I squirm, but it doesn't do any good since I can barely move properly.

I hear something click, but it's not that easy to listen, because my vision is blurring out along with my hearing. I yelp and cry out in pain when one of them - I'm assuming Scott - forces himself into me halfway, but roughly. He doesn't get all the way before he's yanked back.

Strangely, the other two guys release me. I hear muffled sounds of footsteps thundering away. When I try to open my eyes, I expect to see someone I know coming to my rescue like all cliches go. But instead, I don't recognize the person beating on Scott. I can't see very well, and it's getting harder to keep my eyelids from falling closed, but I know for sure that I can't familiarize myself with this guy beating Scott to a bloody pulp.

After Scott is lying completely still and unmoving, the guy comes over and picks me up in his arms, tying to be kind about where he's touching me since my clothes are ripped and I'm stark naked. I feel like this person doesn't want to hurt me, so I rest my head on his chest and close my eyes, letting my last two tears slip from them.

"Thank you," I mumble.

He doesn't respond and instead brings me outside. I feel the cold air, and that's how I know we're outdoors. Somehow he didn't go near any people while exiting the house.