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“Do you like my house? I can give you a tour,” the guy whispers in my ear.
I’ve known he wanted to fuck me since he pulled me close. I can feel his tiny cock hard against my leg. Even as fucked up as I am, I won’t let him touch me like that.
I should just to spite my dad, but I would only be hurting myself.
I’ve saved my virginity like my dad told me too. Mom was a little bit more lax about it. All she wanted me to do was not regret the decision to lose it.
Right now, it would be a regret. I don’t even know this guy’s name, and I am way too fucked up to be present in the moment.
So I pretend I didn’t hear him and spin in his arms.
I hear him grunt as he humps my ass right there for everyone to see. I don’t even care as I let my head fall back on his shoulder, looking up at the clear blue sky.
I miss the days when someone cared where I was and who I was with. Two years ago, my father would have busted into this party and dragged me out, then given me a lecture about the dangers of drinking and dancing with strange boys. My mom would sit beside him looking stern, but when he was done, she would hand me a condom and tell me to be safe and call her if I ever needed a ride, no questions asked.
I bet no one even knows I’m missing right now. Not even Bullet. Why else would he have left the prospect to watch over me? I expected him to be there this morning. I was going to do what he asked and get my life together, but the problem is that when there is no one left to care about you, what does it matter if your life is together or not?
I’ve given up. I don’t want this life anymore.
Maybe I should move away. Start over somewhere new. Then no one will remember who I was before all of this. No one will look at me with pity or tell me I need to get better.
Maybe this is just who I am now.
“Come on, baby. My room isn’t far. We can take this to the next level,” the man whispers into my ear, his hand coming up to grope my breast.
I should care. I should slap him away. I don’t, because what does any of it matter?
So I nod slightly. It’s all he needs. He starts to lead me through the party. I trail behind him, not even paying attention to anyone around us. Then he stops abruptly.
“Out of the way, man,” he tells someone.
The numbness flees my body when I hear his voice.
“Get your hands off of her.”
I look up and it’s like my heart kick starts again. He’s here. He came for me.
“Listen, I don’t know what you had with her, but she’s with me now. Isn’t that right, baby?” the man asks me, but I can’t take my eyes off ofhim.
Bullet.
My Jacob.
He came for me.
I’m still angry at him, but he is here right now, and that is all I can process. Not that the dimwit still holding my hand can see that.
“I’m giving you one final warning. Get your hands off of her and disappear before I make you.” Bullet’s tone is gravelly and low.
He’s not one to be messed with.
“This is my house. I think you need to leave. You weren’t invited, and you aren’t welcome,” the man says, puffing out his chest.
Wrong move, my guy.
Bullet steps up to him, grabbing his arm before pulling it away from my body. I can feel the slight bruise forming from where the guy was holding me, but I step back away from them both.
Bullet looks at me for a moment, dropping the guy as he steps toward me.
