Oh, Lucy

Chapter Seven: Simmering Rage

A/N: Trigger warning for what can be interpreted as sexual harassment and also some violence.

The night is still young at casa del Felix when I feel a tap on my shoulder, an ever so familiar arm finding its way around my waist seconds later. Thomas.

I jump and turn away from the marble counter where I'd been pouring myself a drink to berate him for being so forward at a party where anyone can see, but he opens his mouth before I can let out a word, so close to me that I can feel the fabric of his white t-shirt rubbing faintly against my exposed arm.

"Come on." Thomas whispers in a gruff voice, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and every nerve in my body tingle.

I don't even have time to nod in response or agreement, Thomas leading me out of the house full of inebriated teens and into Isaiah's much more quiet and expansive backyard, his hand slipping lower and lower down my side as he inconspicuously escorts me out of the living room.

"God, you look so sexy in that dress." He says after pressing me against the concrete wall of the patio, fingering the velvety material of the hem. "How the hell does your shitty boyfriend manage to keep his hands off of you?" He asks, moving his hand down to my thigh. If only he knew.

I don't even get the chance to reply before Thomas sticks his hand up my dress, his lips meeting the valley of my breasts seconds later. He smells like a mix of every vice in the world, the overpowering scent of alcohol and god knows what else hitting me and forming an unsettling knot in my stomach. I push him away faintly, much too sober and tired to do something like this right now, especially in somewhere so public.

"Thomas wai-" I'm cut off by the feel of his lips crashing against mine, his other hand that's been pressing me into the wall finding its way to my hair and tugging slightly, making my neck more exposed, leaving me his for the taking. I gasp as his incisors run down my mouth and to my neck, biting down sharply, purposefully, marking his territory like a dog would piss on a fire hydrant.

I'm taken aback by the jab of pain and begin to push him away harder when his lips urgently meet mine again, the taste of liquor entering my mouth with every kiss.

"Thomas, I mean it. Not tonight." I say, placing my hand on his chest to keep him at a distance. His hand lets go of my hair and grabs at my wrist, removing my hand from his chest.

"Touch me." He whispers in my ear, though it's more of a command, as he places my palm where he pleases before going back to tugging at my hair.

I immediately freeze up, too overwhelmed to continue. "Get off me, Thomas." I mutter in between his kisses, once again trying and failing to push him away.

I feel the hand in between my legs make a move to slide my panties to the side and flinch away in surprise. "I said get off!" I scream, using all of my strength to back him up a couple of inches.

"What the hell, Luce?" He mutters angrily, his eyes focused on me in a glare. "Why are you being such a fucking tease?"

"I- I can't tonight." I breathe, faltering under his harsh gaze; he rarely ever reserved such a look for me. "There's too many people here, anyone can see-"

"Well if that's the issue." He starts, cutting me off. "We can always just go back to my car." He suggests seductively, putting his arm around my waist again to pull me towards him.

"Actually, I think maybe...maybe we should stop. People might be wondering where we are, Thomas... We should just go back in." I try, placing my hands over his and attempting to remove them from my body.