In Love With My Best Friend's Brother Book:1 By SCM75

CHAPTER 7

WARNING this might be sensitive for some readers. It contains sexual assault. content. Please don't read it if you're sensitive to this subject.

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Dangerous person
&
Pink Hoodie

Rick and I stroll through the colorful fall leaves down a well-worn trail behind the house and in the direction Berry Creek. The weather was typically or Texas at that time of of year: crisp, cool, perfect for a walk. We made a good conversation. He was charming and witty and I soon forgot the ugly encounter with Copter. Still, at a moment, I wondered, why wouldn't he want Rick to know me? Am I that much of an embarrassment to him?

When he got closer to the creek, the trail became uneven. I struggle over a large rock and lost my footing. Rick caught me before I fell.

"Why don't you hold my hand-just in case," he offered.

I accepted his offer with the slight blush. His hand was warm and strong, and I liked touching him. Still my thoughts defaulted to Copter.

He could learn at anything of two from Rick.

Finally, we made it down to the secluded area near the rushing Water. Tall oak trees frame the bank and lush grasses made a perfect spot for us to rest a moment.

After we sat down, he immediately lien in. It was a little too close for me.

" It was nice of you to take me out here to release some pressure," he whisper in my ear as he stroked my hair. I move away out of reflex. What was he getting at? I tried to defuse heady atmosphere.

" Um, sure no problem. Hey, we should go look at the water. We might see some trout."

I started to get up. But he leaned over me and I could stand up and pressed his weight against my chest. My mind raced.

Is this really happening?
"Rick oh, please move..."
I pushed his chest away, but it was like pushing on a break wall.

"Don't play Coy with me, Mr. Bas you know you want this," he said in the southern accent, centimeters from my face. I could smell alcohol on his breath, and then I could taste it when he kissed me full on the mouth-a sloppy, frantic kiss. Not like the ones in my dream... With Copter.

I turn my face away and realized I needed to end this-now.

"Stop! Get off me!" I yelled, hoping someone would hear me.

Nothing but crickets chirp in reply.

With his hand free, he grabbed at the buttons of my button dress shirt. I realize in that moment, he was going to rape me.

I screamed this time and trying to free myself from him.

"Noooo!"

His hand found my chest and the other hand had a strong grip on my hands on top of my head, he ripped my undershirt. He pinched my nipple and then moved his mouth for it and stared to lick it. Then went between my legs trying to undo my pants. My eyes filled with tears. This was not how I wanted my first time to be.

I was going to be static. A victim of rape. A trailer trash boy who asked for it. I deserved it for being so stupid. Didn't Copter try to warn me?

I pleaded through my tears, "Please don't do this... "Please don't do this...."

And then, just like that. He was off of me free his weight, I instantly rolled over to protect myself.