Without You (Page 98)
I could smell the alcohol on his breath, and it turned my stomach even more.
Will…
I shouldn’t have come to this party.
Will…
Blake turned, walked through the door, and then shut it. He gently lay me down on the bed and looked at me. I tried to stand up, but I was so dizzy and felt so sick.
“What? Wh-why am I…I feel sick.”
Blake began taking his pants off.
My heartbeat picked up. I swallowed hard and put my hand to my stomach. “Why? What are you doing? I want to leave. I need—”
I leaned over when I felt like I was going to throw up.
I feel so tired. I just need to leave.
“Alex…”
I closed my eyes in an attempt to gain some control of the situation.
Will, I need you.
I took in a few deep breaths. I felt so groggy. What is wrong with me?
“Alex…”
Blake’s voice pulled me back into the moment. I turned and looked at him. He wasn’t wearing any pants.
“No. God, please no. Blake, don’t do this. I don’t want this.”
“Just calm down, Alex. The drug will set in soon, and you won’t remember a thing, angel.”
I shook my head and then moaned. The room was still spinning. I pushed myself further away from him as he smiled.
“That’s it, baby. Let’s get those shorts off now, shall we?”
I began kicking my legs the best I could. They felt so heavy though.
I can’t breathe. I need air.
Will!
I began crying as I whispered, “Please don’t do this, Blake.”
He pushed my legs down and held them as he began to unbutton my shorts.
I closed my eyes.
Will!
Oh God, Will, I need you…please.
I began thinking about the last time Will and I had been together. I was his and only his. Our love was a perfect, untouched love.
I snapped my eyes open. I was not going to let this happen. I relaxed, which caused Blake to relax his grip on my legs. Blake was saying something about waiting too long to have me.
I said, “Let me…let me take my own…shorts off.” I could barely talk.
My head was beginning to hurt more. I lifted my leg and gathered all my strength. Then, I kicked him as hard as I could.
Blake let out a loud moan and then yelled, “You fucking bitch!”
I attempted to quickly move and run away, but I was so dizzy and felt so insanely sick.
Blake grabbed me and threw me back on the bed. The moment his hand came across my face, I let out a scream.
I closed my eyes. This is not happening to me.
Will…
I love you. Our love is forever.
I opened my eyes again and looked into Blake’s eyes. They were filled with anger.
“Why the fuck are you not passing the fuck out, you bitch?”
I was going to fight him with everything I had left in my body. I began hitting him as hard as I could.
I took a deep breath and screamed out, “Grace!”
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” Blake ripped my shorts open and stuck his hand down my panties.
I began slapping him, but I felt my energy slowly slipping away.
“Alex, fucking stop fighting me, you bitch.”
I was feeling groggier.
I can’t stop fighting. I won’t stop fighting.
I won’t let him do this to us, Will.
I began pushing Blake away from me. His fingers were inside me, and I felt like I wanted to puke. When I pushed him with all my might, he pulled his hand out. Then, I saw Blake balling up his fist, and I braced myself for what was about to happen.
The bedroom door flew open as Grace screamed out my name.
I turned to look at her. “Grace…help…me,” I slurred.
Then, everything went black.
“Will, slow the hell down, man,” Luke said as he and Libby attempted to keep up with me.
I walked into the emergency room and frantically looked around. I didn’t see Grace. “Where’s Grace?”
Luke walked up to the nurses’ station. “Excuse me, ma’am? My cousin, Alex Mathews, was brought in a little bit ago.”
She looked at a chart and back up at Luke. She glanced over to Libby and me. “Are you all family?”
Luke nodded his head. “I’m her cousin.”
She nodded her head. “Your name?”
“Luke Johnson.”
“Mr. Johnson, you can go back there. Your sister, Grace, should be there. I believe the doctor will be talking to her shortly.”