I sat in the backseat, helpless as Calum drove me to his house. When we parked a saw a familar truck beside us. Michael's?
Once again, Calum threw me over his shoulders and carried me inside, into his bedroom. I have no idea what they're going to do to me and I know that there's nothing I can do, so I begin to cry.
Calum ignores my tears as he throws me down onto his bed and Michael walks in.
"Are you ready, Cal?" Michael asks.
"I've been ready," Calum smirks. Michael climbs onto the bed and unbuttons my pants. Just as he's about to pull them down, Calum yells,
"SHIT!" I look over to see what's happening and find that another car has pulled into the driveway. His mother, presumably.
The two accomplices shout before me about what to do with me and I realize this is my chance. I may be able to get away. I look around me, trying to think quickly, and find a lamp beside Calum's bed.
I grab the lamp and smash it over Michael's head, which causes him to bleed. I begin to make my escape but Calum pushes me back onto the bed before climbing ontop of me. His balls get a visit from my foot as hard as I can manage.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" he yells.
"Sorry," I said, "I have to get out of here. Mind if I take your car? No? Okay." I run out to his car where the keys are still in the ignition.
The engine roars to life as I turn the key. I must be going like 80mph down a 40mph road, trying to get to Ashton. I need Ashton. I need to tell him everything.
Now everything is black.
