Chapter 34
Renee
“Iam sorry, Jason,I can’t do this.” I pulled away from him, the tips of my fingers tingling because of the booze I’d consumed tonight. Too much. Far too much.
“Hey, Ren, relax,” Jason whispered. His eyes are half-closed, one hand gripping my waist, the other resting on my cheek. His face is so close to my own that I could smell the cheap liquor dripping from his pores.
“I mean it.” I push myself away from him, resisting Jason’s grip on mine. For a split second, I didn’t think he was actually going to let me go. He does, finally, but not without a scowl.
“You need to chill out,” he said as I clambered to my feet, swaying. “You cannot be this uptight all of the time.”
“I need to use the restroom.” Ignoring his protests, I walk through the slither of dancing bodies around me. The music was loud, so loud, and I wanted to cover my ears and take a deep breath, but I couldn't stand to stop. I need peace and quiet, if only briefly.
“Renee?” calls a voice behind me, and I glanced over my shoulder at Matt, standing near the kitchen entrance, a bottle of beer in one hand, leaning up against the wall, just staring at me. Behind him are Jake and Aaron, of course, who are speaking to each other in hushed tones. Bickering, probably. I wanted to ask them what they were doing there, but it didn’t really matter. It was a college party. Everyone was here.
“Go home,” I mumbled, focusing again on putting one foot in front of the other. I finally make it to the bathroom and push the door open, but as I close it behind me, Jason is there suddenly, stopping the door with his foot, and he slips into the bathroom with me before shutting it and locking the door. “Come on, dude,” I snapped. “I don’t need help going pee, but thanks.”
Jason said nothing to this, only smiled. I don’t like this smile. It’s different from his usual expression, and a ball of foreboding forms in the pit of my stomach.
“Jason, get out.” When he didn’t make a move to leave, I shook my head and turned away from him. “Whatever. I’m going home.”
I reach for the handle on the door, but Jason blocks me, taking a step in my direction until I am pressed firmly against the wall. He places both hands on the wall on either side of my head and leans in to kiss me. I turned my cheek, making a move to duck under him, but it was no use. I am obviously drunker than him, and he knows it.
“Jason, fuck off and leave me alone.” I try to physically push him away, but the tingling in my hands has only gotten worse, and with every feeble attempt I try, Jason matches my strength tenfold. He leans in again, pressing his hungry lips against mine, and one hand leaves the wall to slip under my shirt and grope my breast. I gasp in pain and shove again, catching him off guard, and for a split second, I am free of him. But as I rush for the door, Jason grabs hold of me again and spins me around, pinning me up against the shower glass door. His lips are once more on mine, his hand grappling under my shirt, his other hand reaching between my legs. I start to scream for help, but he slaps a sweaty hand over my mouth. The pressure is so intense that my teeth are cutting into my own lips, but I barely register the pain.
Someone knocked on the door, and Jason froze, his hand firmly against my lips. I tried to scream for someone, but it was no use. Jason was twice my size, and the booze had affected my strength. I was useless against him.
“Renee?” called a familiar voice, and for the first time since I’d known him, I had never been so relieved to hear Matt Nelson’s voice.
“Don’t say anything,” Jason snapped, his lips brushing my ear. “You’ve been a cock tease for far too long, Renee Lyon, and I am not about to be just some other piece of shit guy you’ve fucked this month.”
Matt knocks harder. I try to pry Jason’s fingers off my mouth, but he doesn’t budge. I feel sick to my stomach, like I might vomit, and the room around me begins to spin. Why can’t I think straight? Why can’t I move? Fight him? Defend myself?
“It was the Rohypnol,” Jason whispered in my ear. Now, his body was firmly against mine, and I felt his dick throbbing against my lower abdomen, ready to take me, to fuck me ... to hurt me.
As Jason reached for the button of my jeans to undo them, another knock came, pounding so loud that it rattled the room. My ears begin to ring, and my legs go weak. I was sure I was going to pass out.
“Open up!” Someone yells, and tears spring to my eyes when I recognize Jake’s voice.
“Fuck off!” Jason finally yells. “I’m busy here.”
I close my eyes as Jason’s face blurs in front of me. He’s going to rape me, and I can’t even fight him off. Tomorrow, I probably won’t even remember this.
A resounding crash filled the room as Jason’s fingers grappled with the zipper on my pants. The door swung open, hanging lightly off the hinges as the wood cracked and splintered. Jason’s hand fell from my mouth, and I slid to the floor, barely comprehending the three men that stalked into the bathroom, grabbing Jason off me and pulling him away. He was yelling something, but I couldn't hear him.
