Invincible

Chapter 4- You're Just the Drug I Need

After my tears start to slow down, I finally lift my head to meet Jesse's gaze. Embarrassment starts to settle in, and I quickly turn away to look at the group who had decided to join us. Everyone looked worried and no one could relax. "You know what guys, I think it's time to call the police." Samantha reaches out for my hand.

"Sweetie, Caitlin left willingly. There's nothing the police can do till she's at least been gone for 24 hours."

I swear under my breath. "This is bull sh**! Someone needs to tell us what is going on."I stare the guys down with a look to kill.  Jesse grabs my hand and starts to pull me away from the group.

"We will be back!"

Jesse drags me outside the exit, and alarms start going off in my mind. I feel my body start resisting his pull. "Stop! What the he**!"

"Lexi, calm the fu** down! We are all worried, and your attitude isn't helping. Look, I will tell you all about Roy if you will just shut up for two seconds and listen."

His words hurt more than I wanted to admit. Tears start to fog my vision, and I lean up against the rustic log wall for support. Taking a deep breath I look up at a very pissed off Jesse. "You're right, I'm sorry! Will you please tell me what's going on?" Jesse's silence fills the air for a few minutes before he takes a deep breath and leans in towards me. His hands rest against the building on each side of my head. He's so close that anyone on the outside looking in would think he's about to kiss me. Jesse begins speaking softly.

"There have been rumors. Girls reporting of being drugged and raped by Roy. He always claimed it was just girls babbling. Girls would speak to the police, but there was never any evidence to confirm their stories. The girls that did have evidence, Roy would say it was consensual. That they were drinking and had a good time. The fact that these girls were drinking didn't help. After a few girls spoke up the guys and I started getting suspicious, but no matter how many questions we asked, Roy always said he was innocent. He said that the girls were just trying to protect their reputation. For about a year we watched Roy. We went everywhere he went, and monitored him at every party... nothing happened... until tonight when our radar was back down."

I stare at Jesse speechless. "Okay, so yeah, that's all awful, but from what I could tell Caitlin was pretty into Roy. It most likely will be consensual right?" Jesse goes quiet.

"Yes and no. From what I hear, it always starts out consensual, but Roy's into some pretty kinky dark sh**. He likes to push limits... painful limits."

Moist tears fall down my cheeks. "You've got to be kidding me! Why didn't you say anything?"

"Like I said we didn't know for sure. Roy always claimed they liked it, but that later they would feel guilty and try to blame him for it. We've never known who to believe."

"Don't you think it should have  been pretty obvious after a few girls confessions?" Jesse drops his hands before stepping aside and sitting himself down against the the wall. Running his hands through his hair, he takes another deep breath.

"It was stupid, I know, but Roy's been a friend of mine for a long time. Deep inside I didn't want to believe he was capable of something so messed up. He's been family, ya know? He's been like a brother to me. When my parents died, he was the one that helped me make it through."

Seeing how devastated Jesse is softens my heart. Slowly, I allow myself to slide down beside him. Reaching my hand out, I take his hand in mine. "I understand! I'm sorry I got so upset! I know you didn't mean to put anyone in danger. All we can do is hope that Caitlin comes back unharmed." Jesse lifts his head to look at me. Our eyes connect and when his lips touch mine I decide to lean into it. A distraction at this moment is exactly what I need. The kiss gets deeper and heavier. His lips move hungrily over mine.  His hands start to grope my body, and it feels so good that I can't stop it even if I wanted to. My body has completely taken over to where my mind is no longer in control. I feel as if we are animals acting upon pure instinct. I want things to escalate, and am about to say something when he speaks first.