Saturday Evening
"It's too late to cry, too broken to move on."
Robin’s POV
I can’t believe him!
He’s got some nerve talking to me like that.
I know we both played a huge part in their split.
But, I was there to mend her broken heart.
Fuck, he’s going to ruin everything.
I have to get to Aven before he does.
Getting in my car I race home, hoping she’s there.
Aven’s POV
”… and everybody knows she looks like sex.”
I wasn’t wrong.
Finding a party was easier than I thought.
The one I found is dingy and dirty.
Perfect.
I know I’ll get laid in here.
It won’t take long.
I need to fuck and forget.
My phone starts vibrating and assuming it’s Robin, I check it.
Greyson.
Not who I want to talk to, so I shut off my phone without bothering to check the text.
Fuck that felt good.
I look up and across the room stands the most beautiful guy I’ve ever laid eyes on.
I'm convinced he's a god with his incredibly bright smile, infectious laugh, and curly hair.
I make my way toward him, albeit slowly and clumsily.
He sees me and smiles.
Before I get to him, an older man grabs my waist.
“Hey sexy, wanna get outta here?”
Well, that’s why I came so I forget about Mr. Beautiful and head outside.
I swear I saw his smile fade when I left though.
It’s probably just my drunken haze.
He probably wouldn’t have fucked me anyway.
Nameless man is eager and that’s exactly what I need.
He takes me to a car and opens the back door for me.
“Here?” I ask, knowing the answer.
“Right here baby.”
It’s gonna be one of those hookups.
Quick and uncomfortable.
I crawl into the backseat and he follows suit.
He quickly unbuttons his pants and rips off my leggings.
He’s so out of it, he’s basically just jabbing me blindly.
I started getting scared and it was hurting
“Stop! Stop please!”
“Come on baby let me finish!”
At this point I was hysterical and frightened.
“Please stop!”
He tried covering my mouth with his hand but I bit down and screamed as loud as possible.
Next thing I know there’s shouting and Nameless is gone.
By the time I got my thoughts clear, the only concern I had was whose car I was in.
A hand reaches in to help me out.
I grasp it noting how soft and warm it is.
I look into the face of an overly concerned man.
I immediately recognize him.
Mr. Beautiful.
All I could manage besides fidgeting with my shirt was a feeble “Hi”.
Ashton’s POV
“I just want to leave, Mikey.”
“You can leave, but I’m staying.” He slurs.
“Besides”, he continues, “you can’t leave yet! That girl wants you! Have fun, lad!” He nods to my left.
I look and instantly see her.
She looks more than wasted and sad.
Mostly sad and broken.
The sight is heartbreaking.
The least I can do is smile.
She’s then grabbed by an older man and whatever he says piques her interest.
She smirks and leaves with him.
I just feel sad for her.
I’m ready to leave so I wait while Michael tries earnestly to hook up with two women who are clearly not impressed.
I shake my head and let him know I’m leaving.
“See you at home!”
I start toward the car and hear a struggle.
Turning I see where the sound is coming from.
It looks like a man forcing himself on a young woman.
“Hey!” I shout hoping I’m wrong in assuming it’s an attack.
I startle him and he looks over his shoulder but continues with his business.
She screams and I know something’s wrong.
“Get off her!” I’m running toward the car now.
This asshole didn’t even close the door.
“Did you hear me? Leave her alone!”
I pull him off her and he fixes his pants.
Fucking scum.
“Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops!”
I reach down to help her out and her attacker takes off.
As soon as she steps out, my stomach drops.
She’s the girl from the party.
She can’t be a day over seventeen.
Obviously disheveled, she’s scared and feeling alone, it’s written all over her face.
I didn’t notice at the party but she’s beautiful.
In a sad, broken, vulnerable way.
She’s almost stunningly beautiful.
She tugs at her shirt and a timid “Hi” escapes her lips.
