Disconnected // L.H

chapter three

"Look at her."

"Does she beat the shit out of herself or something?"

"Slut."

That's all I can hear. I can't open my eyes or move my body. As far as I know i'm asleep, dreaming probably. I can't make out who's voices match up to the words I am hearing. Everything sounds loud, yet hushed. The words are tumbling out rapidly, but my brain is registering them too slowly.  I keep fading in and out. In and out. In and out.

"Is the camera rolling?"

"Calum hurry the fuck up and do this!"

My thoughts are jumbled and I have no idea what is going on. I can't feel or see anything, and I barely can hear.

"We're running out of time."

"Okay, alright! it's going, let's do this."

There are too many voices to keep track of, talking at the same time. They all sound the same. I'm dreaming. I have to be dreaming. I still can't feel anything, but one of my eyes starts to twitch open. The next starts to open but everything is bright and blurry. 

"She's awake!" 

"What the fuck Michael! You didn't give her enough!"

My vision becomes less blurred, and I try to look around the space I'm in, with no success. I can see a little, but I can't move. I open my mouth to scream but a forein sound comes out. The quiet shreik is quickly muffled by a large hand covering my face. Instinctiviely, I try to clamp my teeth on the dark palm. The strange hand is quickly yanked away with a yelp and I hear a few people laugh.

"She fucking bit me!" 

What I assume to be a chill runs down my spine and it hurts. My entire body aches a pain I've experienced more than once, and I realize that it is starting to lose it's numbness. It's almost like every place I have ever been hit and every patch of skin that's encountered a blade is on fire with pain. I feel my cheeks getting wet and I know I must be crying. 

"That bitch fucking bit me!" the previous voice repeats. I would recognize that voice anywhere. It's Calum. Calum? Shouldn't he be helping me right now? My thoughts are interupted when a booming laughter fills the room. I desperately try to move my neck, but every attempt I make to move brings more pain.

"Don't be such a pussy. If we're going to do this, we need to now," says a deep male voice, which I soon realize is Michael. What the hell are they doing?

My question is answered when I feel my dress being pushed up to my stomach. Even the silky black fabric of my dress brushing against my skin hurts. It feels like I'm being stung by a hundred wasps over and over again, whenever and wherever something comes in contact with my fragile skin. I yelp, louder than before, startling whoever's hand is now lingering on my thigh. The hand jerks back and I hear two girls giggle. 

"God damnit Cal, just fucking do it!" says a girl.

I hear a combination of rustling metal and a zipper. Oh God. It makes sense now, what Michael said just before I passed out.

"Karma is a bitch." 

Revenge. I always thought it was coming, but I had no idea Michael would do this. And I never would have imagined Calum being in on it. This't can't be happening. Not again. I hear what sounds like plastic being shifted and the package being torn. No, no, no. My panties are yanked down to my ankles by someone unknown to me, and I am still unable to move. I open my mouth to scream and this time I'm not cut off. 

"Listen, no one can hear you downstairs. Besides, even if they could, why would they want to help you? They know you fuck a new guy at all of these parties. I'm sure they think you and Cal are finally hooking up." a different girl than before says. Her voice is high pitched and annoying, but unrecognizable to me.

"Nobody would think that. Princess Adrianne is a whore around everyone except for him," laughs a boy. 

"Could you guys shut the fuck up and film this?" says Calum. "We should get this done so we can enjoy the last weekend of summer."

There's a beeping and some more giggles, and I feel someone climbing onto me. Calum's eyes meet mine and I struggle to push him off of me. I still am unable to move, and my body tingles as if it is asleep. I scream as his lips try to make contact with mine.

I should just let him do what he's planning to do. If I just stop fighting, it will be over sooner and hurt less. Just as I shut my eyes, I hear a loud crash and the girls scream. Seconds later, Calum's body is violently pushed off of me and my dress is pulled down. "Get the fuck out of here, now," says a deep male voice that I haven't heard in this room yet.

I hear crying and some heels clicking out of the room. Calum and Michael laugh. "Come to help us?" says Michael.

"Yeah, join in on the fun!" Calum slurs.

"Did you not hear me? I said get. the. fuck. out."  Who the hell is this stranger? Did he come to the party to get back at me for what I did to Michael and what I didn't do to Calum?

"C'mon man. We're just messing around. You know how Adrianne is," Calum awkwardly laughs. Michael joins him, but the stranger doesn't seem to find the humor. Though I have almost no control over any of my senses, I can immediately feel the mood shift in the room. Footsteps scramble to the door as it slams shut. I realize I am alone with an unknown man and I scream louder than I have all night.

"Shhh..." the man starts. "I'm not going to hurt you." He must notice the panic in my eyes. I've heard that phrase too many times and not once have I not gotten hurt. "I'm going to get you home, is that okay?"

I am unnable to respond, still. The stranger lifts my body up and carries me bridal style. I scream out in pain. Although I feel relativelly safe at the moment, my skin feels as if I took a bath in gasoline and his arms are the ignited matches, setting my body on fire in the worst possible way.

My heart drops as my eyes finally meet the stranger's, and I realize he isn't one. His bright blue eyes look at me with a painful expression, and his blond hair lays down on his forehead, wet with persperation. I start to cry even harder as Luke Hemmings carries me down the stairs, out Michael's door, and into his large black truck.