The possessive bad boy

CHAPTER 6

Chapter 6: strange men and Doritos.

After setting up and the sun going down, the music turned up. Everyone was writhing and grinding. Honestly it kind of disgusted me. I stood talking to some of the guys around the keg of beer. They were all slurring and making incoherent hand gestures. Then the whole crowd went dead silent and sang out.

"OH NA NA NA NA!"

Then continued grinding and bumping. Red solo cups were littered across the dirt. People were making out in trees, and others were passed out in bushes. Dale the most sober of the five men around me looked at me curiously.

" dude happy birthday!" Be screamed. I flushed and said thanks.

"I forgot that's why we're here!" Suddenly he jumped on a bench and whistled. The whole crowd stopped moving and turned to him.

"Ladies and skanks! Gentleman and tools! Today we gather to celebrate a special time." He paused for effect. Most watched in amusement. I watched, horrified.

"Thanks to Luna here, we get to have a party!" Everybody whooped and cheered.

"Now, on behalf of the football team," he looked to his fellow team mates and they all winked and nodded at me, "SHOTS!" They all screamed together.

Three guys made there way threw the crowd as other people whistled and hollered. One had grey goose, and the others had shot glasses.

"Now, by the end on the night if you finish all these shots you get a thousand bucks." I counted the shots, 18 the age I'm turning.

There were ohs and yes's from various people. A devious grin spread across my face.

"You're on meathead." I challenged. This gained more whoops and laughs.

The guys set the glasses down and pored eighteen shots. I licked my lips and took three. People counted as I downed them.

"ONE!" A chorus rang out.

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

Feeling the burn of the alcohol go down my throat I yelled. "Let's dance bitches!"

Again the music was turned up and dirty moves were broken out. As I moved my hips to the beat I noticed hands were placed on my hips. I stopes and turned. A guy I didn't recognize was staring back at me. Then be slurred a couple of incoherent words, I could smell the booze on his breath. I rolled my eyes and began to leave. He grabbed my hand and whispered in my ear.

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" He slurred.

"Oh please-" I started.

"Cause you sure look fucked up!" He laughed.

Horrified I stood there. Then I raised my hand to slap his face. He caught it and pulled me closer. I could feel his wretched breath against my face. Then he attacked my lips with his own. I tried struggling out but he only pushed harder. His hands found my ass and I pushed against his chest. His tong traced my bottom lip requesting permission to enter. I continued to struggle. He bit my lip and I screamed. But it was muffled by his mouth. He took my scream as an opportunity to dip his tong in my mouth. I continued to struggle as he began pulling me away from the party.

Finally he broke contact and pulled me into the forest.

"Back the fuck off you prick!" I screamed at him. He only laughed and pulled me to him.

He proceeded to pull out a pair of handcuffs and lock them behind my back. "Help!" I screamed. But the music was so loud no body heard. Oh my god. He's going to rape me. This can't be happening. Then he pushed himself onto my lips again. This time I could feel his arousal against my leg. Tears streamed down my face. Then he staggered. His legs landing shoulder width apart. So I reared my knee back and kissed him to distract him. Then I pushed my knee up and into his balls. He screamed and doubled over. I hit him over the head with my cuffed hands and he fell over. Knocked out cold. Wether it was from the pain the hit or the beer I had no clue. And frankly I didn't care.

I began searching his pockets for the key. Finally I found it in his front right pocket. Quickly I unlocked myself. Tears threatened to spill over. I felt so dirty. His stench burned my nose and my skin felt dirty. Vomit threatened at the back of my throat. Breathing for a couple minutes I walked back out. Planning on going and getting Kelly to take me home I passed my 15 shots. That's what I needed. Numb and bitter. The forgetting juice. Hell it seemed to work for my mom.

I picked up my fourth shot. Then swallowed it.

"FOUR!" A chorus rang.

"FIVE!"

"SIX!"

"SEVEN!"

Now I was a bit buzzed. Who was I kidding I was boarder line drunk. My feet staggered and I forgot I wanted to go home. So back to the dance floor I went. The night went on as I downed my shots and danced away. My movements becoming pathetic.

"EIGHTEEN!" Rang out. Everyone cheered. I didn't know why. Faces were blearing together. Strong arms wrapped around me. It was the same prick as earlier. But I couldn't remember why I was mad at him. So I giggled and he grinned. Then stuck his hand up my shirt.

A girl with Doritos walked passed and suddenly I was hungry. So I tried pushing the guy away but he wouldn't let go. So I screamed. "Get off you prick! Don't touch me!" A few people turned to look at me. So quietly I added, "there's Doritos." But still the guy continued groping me. Then I remembered why I didn't like him. His hands trailed up my thigh. I spit in his face. This made him squeeze. Hard. I winced from the pain.

Then the asshole was on the ground. Confused I looked around. Only I found the most beautiful green eyes. His fist was curled and he looked pissed. Then his gaze softened an looked me over. My stomach fluttered and my heart squeezed. A girl with more shots passed by so I took three. One after one I slurped them down. My feet wouldn't hold my weight and my eyes were darkening. The last thing I remember was the concern in the green eyes.

"Mate!" He yelled before his arms were around me. But I was to far gone. I collapsed and saw nothing but darkness.