You Saved Me Once Book 1

Chapter 47: 31It made me smile and laugh

“Rochelle.” I call her multiple times, but she ignores me. The room is now silent.

All she could do was pass us and leave the room in disbelief, and tears. Hayes is now looking at me as

if it’s my fault. This makes my stomach drop. I try to grab his arm but he just pulls away grab-bing at his

hair. I stand in front of him, eyeing him for a few sec-onds before passing him. He calls after me but I

ignore him.

“Rochelle!” I yell Rochelle’s’ name in a packed room.

I knew she couldn’t hear me, but I wailed out the cries and tears in hope. Hope that she’d rush up

behind me hug me, forgive me.

Instead Ryan does that exact thing, which scares me.

“Woah, didn’t mean to scare you.” He smiles.

I try to mimic his smile through the pain and tears. The lights made it difficult to see anything, so he

didn’t know the hurt that was right on my face. I didn’t need to smile but I did it anyway.

“I need to find my brother.” I tell Ryan.

He looks at me, before nodding his head.

“First I want you to meet some of my friends.” He hoots.

“No, I have to find my brother.” I say.

He just smiles at me; he doesn’t know the hurt behind my voice.

“Just take another shot, then we can meet my friends and they can help find your brother.” He states.

“No. I don’t want to do that.” I say.

He stares in my eyes for a few seconds, he seemed offended. Soon after he brushes it off with a smile.

“Adams’ his name, right?” He asks. I nod.

“Okay, let’s go find Adam.” He mocks jokingly.

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“Now, you seem a little tipsy can you walk?” He asks.

Before I can say anything, he bends down, so I get on his back. He jumps a few times, which forces a

laugh out of me.

Somehow we make it to the 3rd level quickly, and he places me down.

I sway back and forth multiple times, forcing us to collide in-to the hallway walls of the 3rd level.

Somewhere through walking up the stairs and colliding with hallway walls, I found time to vomit on not

only me but also Ryan.

He rests me against a wall, while he unlocks a bedroom door. I’m confused but too drunk to ask

questions. All I can do, is laugh. After everything that happened tonight, all I can do is laugh.

He’s now pulling me into the room and closing the door be-hind him. He flicks on a nightstand light,

before putting me on the bed.

I’m tensed and a little uncomfortable looking around a room I’m not familiar with. Then Ryan starts

taking off his shirt.

“What are you doing?” I’m slurring my words now.

“You fucking vomited on me Alex.” He laughs. I laugh but I’m still confused.

“Okay, but why did you bring me into a random room. This isn’t my brother’s room.” I mock him with a

side laugh.

“I know that. It’s my room.” He says.

His demeanor is different he’s rougher with his words, his tone is heavier now.

“Well…when you’re done changing, can you take me to him? I don’t think I can walk.” I laugh.

He tosses me a shirt from his drawer.

“Thank you.” I say. He smiles at me.

“Aren’t you going to look away?” I eye him, while asking.

“You’re in my room.” He states.

I sigh in exhaustion, and just take off my shirt in front of him without care. Thankfully, I’m wearing a bra

underneath. I put on his shirt and look at him.

“Okay, all done.” I say.

He walks closer to me, and I slide further back on the bed. A knock on the door startles us.

“Who is that?” I ask.

He goes to the door, and murmurs something to another per-son. I can’t make up what it was, but I felt

uneasy. He closes the door with force, a sigh escapes his mouth.

“I’ll just get my brother by myself Ryan, it’s fine.” I say.

I stand up from the bed and walk towards the door, when he turns to me.

“Okay, some friends are just going to stop by really quick. Is that okay?” He asks me.

This didn’t feel right.

“Yeah, but I want to leave.” I state.

He’s now standing over me.

“Come on Alex, you’re being a party killer. We’re just going to have fun.” He states.

His tone was dark, he was lying.

I hear him lock the door.

“Just stay for a little, if you’re not liking the vibes I’ll take you to your brother.” He tries to convince me.

Before I can respond to him, he turns on the radio and plays a heavy metal cassette tape at a high

volume.

“That’s what you said last time.” I state.

He walks closer to me and guides his hands down my body, into my pants.

“Stop.” I mumble.

“Oh, come on you wanted this downstairs when you’re creepy fucking boyfriend was watching.” He

spits hate.

“Fuck you!” I say.

I feel the tears come; I look anywhere but at Ryan. There’s another knock at the door, which makes me

jump.

“Come on Little Richards.” He mocks before gliding his hand over my privates.

Everything inside of me tenses my hearts racing, and yet I can’t move.

“Stop.” I cry.

He walks closer to the door, and I eye the bathroom door in his room. There’s a lock on it. I grab his

keys from the nightstand and run to it. I hear him calling my name, but I’ve already locked myself in his

bathroom. I’m hugging myself, trying to find comfort in the sit-uation, knowing deep down there was

only one outcome. As I’m cry-ing in his purple light bathroom, I hear commotion in his room. He’s

arguing with someone, someone I knew.

“Hayes.” I mummer a few times before finding enough strength to get up and open the bathroom door.

Hayes was there, pushing Ryan out of the way. However, there were a few other unknown male faces

in his room as well, the ones he must’ve invited over.

By the time Hayes notices me, Ryan has already closed the door in his face, locked it and was headed

my way.

Before I could lock the bathroom door back, Ryan had al-ready made his way inside. He’s now forcedly

pushing me against a wall burning my back, as he thrust me against it, forcing my legs to wrap around

his waist. He is sending a bunch of unwanted kisses to me, sticking his tongue down my throat, again

and again. All I could do was cry, I was too drunk to push him off of me, too weak to talk, too weak to

say no. When he started to want more from me, he put me on the bathroom counter and put his hands

in my pants. Then, stuck his fingers inside of me. I wail in pain, and fright.

I try to find a way to stop him, so I take his hand from out of me and kiss them in fear, knowing he’d like

it. He smirks at me, and as soon as he does, I knee him and slide off the counter going for the door.

“You bitch!” He shouts.

He pulls my hair and lays me against the counter, on my stomach. He’s pinning me down from behind,

but I can hear what he’s doing to himself, the noises. He’s getting ready. I know what he’s about to do

to me.

“Stop, fucking stop!” I cry.

Just when he pulls my shorts down, the bathroom door opens.

Rochelle enters first, in shock she pushes Ryan off of me. I fall to the floor, she helps me up, fixes my

shorts. Next in, is Adam.

Then Hayes.

Everything is a blur after that. There’re only flashes.

I see Hayes tackling Ryan to the ground, and wailing on his entire body, I was blacking out from the

trauma, and from the alco-hol. I wasn’t even sure what was real. But then there was blood from Ryan,

that’s when I knew it was real.

Hayes was beating Ryan, to a pulp.

Adam and Rochelle were now taking me away before I can see anything else. There was a commotion

of people flooding the bathroom now. I remember asking them where Hayes was, if he was alright. I

just wanted to see Hayes. Then I remember blacking out next to Adam.