Page 74 of How We Loved

Suddenly, I’m too hot, so I take off my purse that is slung over my body, then my jacket and rest my head back again.

Trevor slides in the driver’s seat and instantly starts the truck, putting it in drive and pulling away from the crowd.

I know he’s had a little more to drink than I have, so I ask, “What are you doing?”

He raises his eyebrows at me. “Taking us just down the road to somewhere more private.”

My brain doesn’t register what he said as I realize I need to focus more on my breathing so I don’t throw up.

We aren’t driving long when he pulls off on a side road and shuts the truck off, along with the lights.

I glance around. “Where are we?”

He scoots over to me. “Don’t worry about it.”

Before I know it, I’m on my back, and he’s on top of me.

With my head spinning and my body weak from the alcohol, I allow him to kiss me while I gather my thoughts a little more.

His hands slide up my back under my shirt, sending chills down my body with the feeling of him against my bare skin.

“It’s about time I had you alone. I’ve waited way too long for this,” he says before he moves down my body and starts for the button on my pants.

“Wait,” I say, pushing him away.

“Wait, my ass. You’re mine, and I’m finally going to show you what that means.”

He yanks my backside off the bench seat, trying to remove my skinny jeans. My mind might be spinning, but everything about this feels extremely wrong.

I push him harder. “No. Stop.”

“Fuck no, I’m not stopping. I’ve put too much time into this. You owe me.”

He yanks my pants down my legs, and instantly, I’m as sober as I’ve ever been before.

“Excuse me.” I kick him off of me, pushing him back against the door.

“Are you kidding me right now?” he growls.

“Are you kidding me?!” I yell back. “You can’t just tear my clothes off of me.”

“Fuck!” he yells at the top of his lungs. “Everybody warned me you were a rich bitch prude who wouldn’t give me any. I never thought they were right. Get the fuck out of my truck.”

“What? You can’t just leave me here.”

He gets out of the truck and opens the truck door, yanking me out with my pants still around my knees. I land on the dirt road, feeling my legs scruff against the hard surface.

“Oh, yeah? Watch me,” he leans down to yell at me. “I’ll go find another girl who will give it up to me without me having to put in half the work I did with you.”

He stomps back to his truck, cranks the engine, and speeds off, rocks and dirt hitting me in the face as I lie here on the ground.

As his headlights fade away, reality sinks in, and I realize I have no idea where I am. It’s pitch-black with only the light of the moon glowing around me.

A fear I’ve never felt washes over me as I shake uncontrollably, not having a clue what to do. Frozen in fear, I lie here, looking around at the vast emptiness that surrounds me. A cool breeze washes over me, and I remember that I haven’t even pulled up my pants yet.

Getting a clear head, I slowly and very shakily make my way to stand so I can pull them up. When I brush off my butt and legs, a stinging sensation makes me wince in pain, so I close my eyes, trying to focus on my breath once again, only for a completely different reason now.

Once I buckle my jeans, I realize my phone is still in my back pocket. Thank God I put it there instead of my purse, which is still in Trevor’s truck.

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