You Need Me

Utter Fear

"Honestly, Trent, I don't wanna party I just wanna have a quiet night in. We've been out for dinner every night and I just want to sleep early." I am laying on my bed and Trent is trying to convince me to go down to a club and have a party but I just want to stay in because I don't fancy a hangover, plus I have races for the rest of the week and I don't wanna be too tired and ruin the chances that I have to win this thing.

"Come on, we'll have a good time." Trent grabs my arm and tries to pull me from the bed but it doesn't work.

"I know that we will, but I have races for the rest of the week and I really don't fancy a killing hangover. Come on, can we stay in?" I hold his hand and give him puppy eyes to try and convince him to agree with me.

"Fine," Trent huffs and lays down next to me in a grump. "But when you get the fifty or something grand for first place in this league, we are gonna party, promise?" He holds out his pinkie finger to me and I smile at the childish gesture.

"Okay, I promise." I link my own pinkie with his and return the pinkie promise.

"Come here, I want a cuddle, you can at least give me that." He pulls me on top of him and wraps his arms around my waist securely. His lips kiss my nose and I nuzzle into the crook of the lad's neck.

"I guess I didn't have a choice whether or not to give you this hug." I yawn and my eyes begin to slowly close as I begin to fall asleep.

"You got that right, babes." His voice is low and full of sleepiness.

I hear the faint of the light switch to the bedside lamp click and the light turns off.

His fingers trace around my back and my heart flutters at his touch and I snuggle closer to him.

I fall asleep feeling happy and loved.

* * *

It is now a Wednesday evening and is the end of the third day of the league. So far I have won two out of three races, with the one I didn't I came second.

At the moment, I am in the garage hosing down my car from all the dirt and stuff from the race today. I watch as the water sprays against the metal surface of the vehicle, washing away the mud from the blue sides. I turn off of the hose after finishing cleaning the car.

Arms wrap round my waist causing me to jump out of my skin from fright. "Trent..." I bite my lip but when their cold touch reaches the bare skin on my arm, my smile drops as I realise that it isn't who I think it is.

I can smell booze coming from the persons breath and their touch feels unfamiliar and icky. "I thought that me and you would never be alone." A thick Italian voice whispers in my ear and I immediately pull away from them.

"Franco? What the hell do you think you are doing?" I fold my arms across my chest defensively and take a big step away from him.

"Oh don't be like that, Natalie, I know you want me really."

"Your drunk, Franco, I don't think that you should be here." I hold my hands up towards him in a warning manner.

"Why not? I am one of the staff of this place, why shouldn't I be here?" He smiles sluggishly and takes a step towards me.

"I'm being serious, Franco, you should go." I warn him again and take another step back.

"Stop playing hard to get, sweetheart, there is no need. I am...you into lots." He slurs and his dark brown eyes stare into mine and my breathing turns heavy as fear buzzes through me.

"I won't tell you again." My voice is shaky now as he gets closer to me, my back hits the wall and I gulp.

"You know, I can take your bra off right now if I wanted to." Franco reaches out but I slap it away quickly.

I glare at him. "Don't you dare touch me!" I yell.

"Ooh, feisty, come on darling. Fancy a bit of rough and tumble?" The stench of booze snaps at my nose and I avert his gaze as best as I can.

I feel physically sick at his presence and tears begin filling my eyes as fear I begins to make me numb inside. "Please, just leave." A drop of water falls from my eyes and I hastily wipe it away from my cheek trying not to seem weak nor vulnerable.

Then what happens next makes my vision go blurry. His rough, chapped lips press against my neck and a wave of nausea hits me like a ton of bricks.

Tears pour down my face as his body pushes against mine ever so forcefully.

I feel hopeless and empty as he continues kissing me.

No matter how hard I try to make myself say something or shove him from me, I can't do anything. I can't speak, I can't move, I just stand there pressed up against the wall of the garage letting him kiss my neck.

His hands begin moving up my thigh and causing me to choke on the lump stuck in my throat.

Then a rush of reality through me as my senses come back to me. I can't let him do this to me.

I manage to break free from the drunk and I run to the door. I yank it open but it slams shut as the man reaches me. "Where do you think you're going?" He snarls.

"Please...just please let me go. Please." I sob and try as hard as I can to open the door again.

"Why would I let you go, we are having fun?" Franco goes to touch me again but I shove him hard in the chest making him trip over the hose and plummeting to the concrete floor. I don't take another look at him before running out of the room and away as fast as I can.

Tears pouring down my face in anger, disgust and utter fear.

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Hiya peeps,

Now what are your opinions on Franco? What a disgusting pig!

See you next week for the update,

Daisy xxx