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Lincoln
The pool deck is packed with people, the band is in the middle of their set and I’ve yet to see Colson. I keep looking over to where Reiss and his friends are, hoping each time I’ll see his face but I don’t. My phone is on my nightstand because I didn’t want to have to carry it around but I’m half tempted to go upstairs and get out of this wet bikini to check it.
“Looking for someone?” Stas bumps me with her hip, and I laugh. She just got back from her summer vacation with her family and came straight here.
“Me? No.” I sigh. “Not waiting for anyone.”
Stas grins, “Liar. Where is Mr. Broody butt at anyway?”
“I don’t know but I really thought he’d come.”
The music continues to pump through the speakers,while I keep watching the pool gate for Colson and Stas is talking to some guy I’ve never seen before.
“Hey Linc,” Jackson says, taking his hand and fiddling with the tie against my hip holding my bikini bottoms on. It immediately makes me uneasy.
“Hi,” I whisper, scooting away from him a little, but not enough to be noticeable.
“You’ve left me on read for like two weeks,” he says. “I haven’t heard from you since our lake day.”
“I’ve been busy,” I say. “I was sick as shit for two days after the lake and I’ve been helping Colson train for Nationals.”
He shakes his head and takes a sip out of his red solo cup, “Colson. Right.”
I look across the pool to Reiss and secretly wish he’d come over here because I don’t feel comfortable.
“I’ll be back, I'm gonna change out of this wet bathing suit,” I say.
He doesn’t say anything, but I don’t like the way he stares at me over the rim of his cup. I can’t explain the look but I don’t like it.
I walk inside where it’s relatively empty, minus a few girls mixing some drinks in the kitchen and head up to my room. There isn’t a single message on my phone and I don’t know why but my mind goes straight back to that place I’ve been living in since we kissed the first time in the kitchen. He’s changed his mind and I’m here throwing a party, just for an excuse to see him.
I pull the strings free on my royal blue bikini and let it fall to the hardwood. It’s cold and I instantly feel my nipples pebble up, so I reach for a towel on the back of mydoor to pat myself dry, but the door is moving inward before I can grab it.
I stumble back, attempting to cover myself up with my hands, but Jackson pushes himself into the room and closes the door back.
“Jackson what are you…”
Before I can finish my sentence, he pushes up against me trying to shove his tongue into my mouth while unbuckling his belt.
“Jack, stop!”
I try my best to wiggle out of his grip, so much so that I move my hands from covering my breasts and push against his chest. His fingertips dig into my upper arms and I feel my heart begin to pound dangerously against my sternum as he pushes me onto my bed.
“Get off,” I choke, trying to muster up the energy to fight him off. I’m not weak by any means but the weight of his body over mine isn’t light. “Jack. No!”
He reaches between my legs and roughly pushes them apart, “Stop!”
My bedroom light flashes on and I hear Colson’s voice muttering something I can’t quite make out but within three seconds Jackson is yanked off of me and thrown on the floor.
I rip the blanket from the foot of my bed and try to unfold it enough to hide my naked body, as Colson slams his fist over and over into Jackson’s face. I want to scream and tell him to stop because he could hurt himself but I can’t get any words to come out. Only tears fall from my eyes and it seems like several minutes pass before my brother walks in and pulls Colson off of him.
“What the fuck is your problem dude?” Reiss asks himand Colson’s eyes are dark with anger. It’s the most worked up I’ve ever seen him.
Colson doesn’t speak, instead he sits down next to me on the bed and grabs both of my shoulders, “Are you okay? Did he…”
I know what he’s going to ask so I shake my head. The tears are still falling.
Reiss looks around the room, “Is someone going to tell me what the fuck is going on here?”
