Page 4 of Wicked Dreams

When he reached for my shirt to remove it, I stopped him.

“L-Let me undress for you,” I said in a shaky voice. When I moved off him, his dark eyes stayed fixed on me, somehow looking even drunker than before. I wasn’t sure if it was my fear making things so focused or the desire to escape, but my vision seemed better than before. My eyesight cut through the darkness. If I hadn’t be so frightened, I may have taken a moment to worry about why I suddenly had night vision.

Brent sat up so I was in front of him. His hands came out and landed on my waist.

“Take it off for me, baby,” he breathed out, his dark eyes pleading with me.

If I could’ve been anywhere in the world right then, I’d have chosen Hell. Because that had to be loads better than sitting in front of some drunken, hormonal hater of mine, fulfilling his wet dreams.

With shaking hands, I pulled my tank top off, revealing my white bra. His hands flew up and cupped me, making me cringe.

“God. Just how I imagined,” he moaned, his lips pressing to my abdomen.

It was now or never.

I leaned down, pushing him back onto the bed. My knee came up and met his crotch forcefully. I put as much effort into the jab as I could. He buckled immediately, his shouts of pain echoing around us. Wasting no time, I grabbed my tank and pulled it over my head as I stumbled to the door in the darkness. I tried to turn the handle, but it was still locked. I banged loudly on the door, tears streaming down my face as Brent moaned behind me.

“Please! Let me out!” I cried out, my fists hammering on the door. “Please! Someone!”

“Fucking bitch!” Brent called out to me, his voice pinched in pain. I looked over my shoulder and found him struggling to sit up, his hand over his no doubt bruised manhood.

I banged on the door again and let out a squeal of happiness as it was flung open, light from the hallway bleeding in.

When I rushed through the door, Anita was standing on the other side of it.

“Liv? What the hell are you doing?” she asked, peering around me to see Brent fall to his knees on the floor.

“Please. Let’s just go.” Yanking on her hand, I rushed out of the house with her hot on my heels. I knew people saw I’d been in that room with Brent. And I knew Monday would suck. Brent meant what he’d said about saying we did it even if we hadn’t. My fate in that respect was sealed. Or maybe he’d take pity on me.

I laughed bitterly as I pulled my car onto the street. There was nowayhe’d take pity on me. Actually, I probably added fuel to the fire.

“Liv, what happened?” Anita asked, her chocolate doe eyes focused worriedly on me. “Were you making out with Brent Caldwell?”

“Yeah,” I muttered, wiping at the tears that had fallen down my cheek. “And on Monday, everyone will know about all the stuff wedid.”

Olivia

“All thestuffyou did?”

I glanced over at her in the darkened interior of the car to see her eyebrows pulled together in confusion, creating two little wrinkles between her big, brown eyes. The green glow of the dashboard lights lit up her face, causing her to appear menacing.

I swallowed down my fear, knowing the look on her face meant she wasn’t happy.

“I can’t believe you’d dothisto me!” she exclaimed. “You knew I liked him for years now,” her voice took on a shrill screeching tone.

She was drunk. That was the only reason I could fathom her reaction to this. I took a deep breath, preparing myself. “Nothinghappened, Anita. You know I wouldn’t ever do that to you.”

“Isawyou in there, Liv. How could you even lie to me right now?”

Great. Drunk Anita was always fun to deal with.

“Exactly! You saw me banging on the door, trying to get out, and Brent on the floor, writhing in pain. What do youthinkhappened?” I could feel the threat of tears stinging my eyes again, but I refused to let them fall. No way I’d let her or anyone else make me feel guilty for something I had no control over.

“It looked like you went in there to make out, and he wanted to take things further. And since we all know how much of a prude you are, you shut him down.”

I rolled my eyes as I turned onto her street. “Yeah, that must’ve been what happened,” I bit out sarcastically.

I came to a stop directly in front of her navy blue, two story house and threw the car in park.

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