Stained

Chapter 28

I hope it's not Damien insisting I go to the hospital. Though I doubt he would after what I said. I hesitantly turn around.

My eyes widen. It's the creep who grabbed me outside. I yank my hand free, disgusted. "Do—."

He grabs my waist and pulls me into him. What the hell?!

"Get the fuck off her!" Damien pushes him away and I almost go down with him. Thankfully I quickly right myself.

"What the fucks your problem dude? You got Liv," the creep barks at Damien.

"She—."

"The problem is I don't want you to touch me," I interrupt Damien. I can speak for myself. Granted I couldn't before thanks to my fear, but now that I can, I intend to send the message home. I've heard some guys don't stop until they hear the word no, so I'm guessing that's also the case with this one seeing as though my fear crippled me from speaking clearly earlier.

"Oh come on sweet cheeks, I'll show you a good time." He gives Damien a pointed look. "Ten times better than he could, just ask Liv she's fucked us both." 

Damien moves for him. "Hazel—."

I step in between them before Damien can do anything. Damien halts and looks down at me, his face a mask of pure fury.

"I don't need you to fight my battles, Damien." Then I turn to the creep. "Don't touch me ever again," I repeat, hoping he'll get the message this time.

"In my defence, I was piss drunk." Olivia holds up her hands in surrender. "He couldn't get me any other way. Plus, I don't even remember it."

My stomach sinks. He took advantage of her drunk state. That's rape.

"Don't chat shit, yeah. You loved my cock in your mouth."

I literally feel bile rise up my throat. How can he joke about what he did? God, he should be in jail.

"Speaking from experience, small cock!" Some girl shouts.

Olivia laughs. "I remember a fuzzy-looking small thing."

Olivia's laughing like she doesn't care that her body was used without her sober consent. But then again, I know all about hiding pain behind a laugh or a smile.

But what I'm failing to understand is how her friends don't care that she was raped. Hell, they're friends with the guy and are laughing, and joking about it. God-forbid if that happened to me, my best friends would have killed him.

I want to say something but I'm scared of butting in when I don't know the full story. Maybe I could ask Olivia once she's alone, offer her my help and support. I know first hand the aspect of going to the police is scary. No matter how desperate you are.

When we're in college. There are too many people here. I don't want to make her uncomfortable.

I use the moment of distraction to sneak out of the room. Unfortunately, just like before, once I'm at the door, creep grabs my arm again. That's it. I'm kicking him in the groin. It's not like he doesn't deserve it. Maybe it'll give Olivia a peace of mind.

Grabbing his arm, I whirl around and lift my knee to kick him. I freeze when I see it's not him but Estella.

Estella screams, grabbing her crotch. "What the fuck!"

I drop my knee. "I'm so sorry! I thought it was him." I point a finger at the creep.

From the corner of my eye, I catch Damien smiling.

"You almost kicked my vajayjay!"

Everyone starts laughing.

"I bet your pussys been pounded into harder than that kick would have been," creep opens his big disgusting mouth once again.