Camp Echo Falls (Completed)

Chapter 81

Trigger warning ⚠️ - Sexual assault.

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I can feel the alcohol buzzing in my veins, more than usual. It's like I can feel every drop of liquid spinning around in little beads of warmth inside my blood. I can feel the soft brushing of people against my arms, strangers with no faces mingling in their own little worlds.

The music seems louder, my eyes feels heavy, slower blinks come every now and then, the weight of my eyelids pushing me to close them all together. I look around to try and find Hunter, or Naomi, or maybe Jax. I can't see anyone I recognise.

Where's Leo? Leo. No, I remember that he's not what I need right now. He's not the person I thought he was, or he was and he's only just proved to me that that person isn't a good one. Why do I always have to put up with the shit guys.

I need another drink.

I almost trip over my own feet as I head towards the grass bank. I hear someone swear in my direction as I hit into them, I mutter an apology in their direction, half bent over from almost loosing my balance. My stomach doesn't feel good all of a sudden. My head feels hot and everything goes dizzy.

I stumble on the bottom of the grass bank. The cold softness of the ground feels refreshing, I go onto my knees and just hold some of it in my hands. I rock back onto my heels and without any control throw my head back, towards the twinkling sky. I squint through blurred vision and try to make out the silhouette of the moon.

I find myself uncontrollably laughing. A giddy, warm feeling encasing my entire body as I haunch over to the ground. Laughter tumbling out of my mouth, my head collapsing back into my hands, against the ground. My life is a fucking mess.

Just as I'm about to collapse onto the ground and sprawl myself out and never move again, someone laces their arms under my shoulders. "Don't worry Jade, I've got you." A familiar and soothing voice hums into my ear, making me shiver.

"That tickles," I giggle through slurs, lulling my head back as the strong arms heave me off the floor and onto limp legs. My feet buckle but the arms of my savour lift me up again, this time into a baby carry. I close my eyes and smile against the dark chest of the person. The boy I assume.

"Can we go...home...please." I mumble through the material of the shirt, my fingers softly stroking at the cotton, before my hand goes heavy and numb, falling back against my other wrist.

"I'll get you home don't worry." The voice from above me comes again and I smile. I look up to try and get a glimpse of who has decided that I'm worth looking after. I'm not sure if it's the alcohol or the pure exhaust that is making my whole body feel like it's shutting down, but I swear I see a strand of dark hair fall across a pair of sparkling green eyes.

I cuddle into the arms of this stranger. And for the first time in a long time, I feel safe.

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Something underneath me is cold.

My head stirs and there's something hard and sharp digging into the underneaths of my thighs. The smell of damp wood and mud is close, too close. I can't feel my legs.

My eyes fight slowly, trying to open but not quite making it. Something doesn't feel right. I should be in bed, under my soft warm covers, my head against a silk pillow with Naomi and Alison in the beds next to me. I try to shift to my left, my head tilting to the side, a small slither of sight lets me see a pair of shoes in the near distance.

No. Something really isn't right. I begin to panic now. The sort of panic you can feel creeping up your spine, rising in your veins, making your body hot and your breathing quicker. I can't move anything. This isn't normal. I want to cry, I want to be sick, I want to scream.

Nothings working. I can't see anything. I don't want to be here. I feel something on my leg, dread creeps up me as it begins to feel hot, it begins to feel alive. It slithers like a creature along my skin, leaving a trail where it goes, leaving a pattern that for some reason I don't feel like will ever disappear. I try to move my hand from the ground, desperately wanting to get in the way of whatever's moving closer to my dress.

Something leans towards my face, a strand of hair brushes against my cheek. My eyes flicker in and out, seeing blurs and then darkness, followed again by blurs of shadows. The hair is short, soft, one of a boys. It smells familiar as it gets closer, it smells like home. It smells like Will.

"Jade baby," Will's voice moves into my ear, his cheek pressed up against mine. "Jade it's okay," he hums again, something almost sad in his tone. The way he says it makes me feel sick. "Everything is going to be okay Jade." He caresses my face with the cold sticky palm of his hand, before moving his long finger nails into a strand of my hair and twirling it around his finger.

I move my head to the side, trying so desperately to make space between us, to get away from him. I make an inaudible sound from the bottom of my throat, my head screaming at me to be able to form words. I try again, almost like physically pushing it out of my throat, just so that I can make a sound.

"Will." I croak out, my throat dry and my tongue swollen. "Will...please." Everything hurts, even blinking is now a burden, I can't stop my head from swaying back and forth every now and then. My feet feels all tingly, like they have pins and needles, my hands are too far away and my head isn't working properly.

"That's is baby, talk to me." He moves closer to me, I hear the shuffle of his feet, his eyes now meeting mine. The once familiar and loving blue, now turned sick and twisted. His face is flushed, his smile turned up in almost a crazed way. He looks desperate. He looks giddy.

I hear the soft clanking of metal, like the undoing of a belt. A slow and long zipping, then followed by a shuffle of denim material. I just lie here, on the hard cold floor, as though I'm watching through someone else's eyes, the boy I once loved, the boy I once would give anything to, stand above me, with a dangerous look in his eye.

His jeans around his ankles, his hand lower than his waist line, tucked away somewhere in the soft material of his boxers. His other hand running desperately through his hair, every now and then looking over his shoulder. Almost like the rush of getting caught is part of the temptation. Part of the fun.

I think I finally piece together what's happening, from the gut feelings and coming to realise, ignoring it due to denial isn't going to stop the very close and very nearing reality. I start to cry. Almost in slow motion, a tear rolls down my cheek, dropping to the ground somewhere beneath me. Followed by another and then a small sob, the one where you let your head drop to your neck, the one that shakes your body in disbelief of what's happening.

I feel the nausea as he drags my limp lifeless legs towards him, flattening me out so that I'm against the ground. I can't move. I can't stop what's about to happen. So I just cry. I cry as Will takes a step towards me, as he slowly bends down onto his knees, his hand still lost somewhere I don't want to look at. I sob quietly as he whispers meaningless words into my ear, as he runs his hand along the material of my dress, outlining what was once my body.

My mind wanders somewhere else, trying to completely detach myself from everything that's slowly playing out in front of me. I try to think of something nice, something comforting, something warm. Before my vision goes black and I drift off into somewhere else I look up to the stars, and see a pair of green eyes looking back down at me.