Page 8 of Untouchable

His laugh was clipped. “We just graduated. I’m celebrating.” He held a bottle out to her, and she shook her head. He shrugged. “More for me.” Unscrewing the second one, he downed that as well. The stench of liquor wafted around her, and she wrinkled her nose. “Don’t act all uptight, Chloe. You’ve gotten drunk before.”

“Yeah, I have, but not the way you are. We are also at my aunt and uncle's house, and my parents are here.” He laughed and drank the third one. “You smell like a bar, Jake. So not attractive.”

He took a step forward, placing a hand on the tree beside her head. “No? What do you find attractive about me, Chloe?”

“Well, it was your dignity, responsibility, and all-around gentleness, but now even that is going downhill.” The dark look that crossed his expression had her stiffening in response. “I think we should go back to the house so you can sleep this off.”

“Oh? What? You think you’re too good to let loose?”

She shook her head. The conversation was starting to move to dangerous ground. “There's nothing wrong with letting loose, Jake, but I do have a big problem with being irresponsible, especially at someone else’s house.” Chloe placed her hands on his chest and tried to push him back. “Move, Jake. I’m done here.” He was immovable. “I’m serious. Move out of the way.”

“You know how many girls I could have fucked since I’ve been with you?”

Anger made a slow path through her body. “You’re drunk, and you’re going to regret where this conversation is going in the morning, Jake.”

Licking his lips, he dropped his eyes to her mouth.

“I could have fucked Heather, Kallie, and Megan just in the last week of school.” He smirked. “Maybe I did to take care of these fucking blue balls you constantly give me.”

Her stomach turned with disgust. She tried to push him away again but got nowhere. “Real nice, Jake. Any other asinine things you want to tell me?” In the next instant, he had his hand wrapped tightly around her hair. As she cried out in pain, he held her head at an awkward angle.

“You’re a cock tease, Chloe. A fucking cock tease.”

She struggled against his grasp.

What the hell was happening? This was like a bad scene out of a movie. This certainly wasn’t the Jake she knew.

“I am so sick of trying to be someone I’m not. For two fucking years I’ve sucked up to you and your family. I, for one, think I’ve been a trooper. I’ve stayed with you even though you don’t put out, even put up with your mother's incessant bitching. All for what, a few make-out sessions here and there? You won’t even let me touch your tits or finger you.” He breathed heavily. “I am a man, Chloe. I have needs.”

A man my ass.

“Real men don’t try and force themselves on a woman, Jake. Real men don’t say this shit.” Biting the inside of her cheek, she refused to cry out in pain. “Seems you’re a pervert and an alcoholic, too.”

He stared at her, narrowing his eyes.

She used that moment to get out of his grasp. Successfully pushing him away, she started off for the house.

“Asshole,” she said over her shoulder.

The sound of his drunken mumbling had several emotions going through her. She didn’t think Jake would really try to do anything to her, but then again, the way he’d acted was so foreign to her that she really didn’t know him anymore.

She made it ten feet before Jake grabbed her arm with bruising force and spun her around. Chloe lost her balance and fell backward. Jake still had a grip on her arm and fell with her. Pine needles and rocks dug into her back. The momentum had him landing on top of her, the air leaving her on awhoosh.

“Looks like you do want me. See how easily you got on your back?”

“You’re such a prick.” She tried to shove him off, but he was stronger than she was. No matter how hard she pushed, it was no use. Even drunk he was stronger.

“You’re going to regret this, Jake. When you’re sober and realize what a bastard you’re being, you’ll regret this.”

And she’d make sure he did. She just had to get out of this situation first.

6

The air wheezed in and out of her mouth as the heavy weight of Jake’s body suffocated her. Struggling a little harder, she knew she couldn’t let this happen.

She mustered her strength and lifted her hands to rake them down his face. The sound of his grunt of pain brought a semblance of victory to her. Before she could do it again, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand.

“Jake, you’re not thinking clearly.” Tears welled in her eyes as she struggled fruitlessly.

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