“W-what are you d-doing?” she stutters as I run my fingers gently over the bruise on her cheek then down her jaw. She flinches and her lips tremble, making them inviting. I just want to sink my teeth into her pink flesh.
“I’m not doing anything. I was just curious as to how you got this bruise. Did someone hurt you?” I ask, because I am genuinely concerned. It’s one thing to be outwardly mean but it’s another to put hands on a girl. I don’t play that shit.
“I don’t trust you enough to tell you,” she states, and I growl. I bet you she told Elliot though.
Looking around the room, I’m glad no one is back here. I’m not like Grayson. I don’t get off on having an audience when I need to get my point across. So, I let my fingers linger near her throat and watch how fast the vein in her neck is beating before leaning in. “Is that right?” I breathe, snaking my tongue along her bottom lip. She takes a deep shuddering breath when my hands find her hips, giving them a squeeze. “I just want to know what happened, and if you tell me, I’ll give you your phone back and then we can get to work. Time is ticking,” I whisper, but the words leave my mouth as a command, then I suck her lip, flicking it with my tongue. She gasps and squirms in my hold, forcing her body to rub against mine. I clear my throat as a shiver crawls up my spine.
“Fine, I was almost raped the other night at the bonfire and the guy I was with hit me,” she says, and I take a step back.
“What?” I answer, extremely confused because we scared him away.
“Don’t make me repeat it. It was hard enough to just say it. Especially to you considering—” But I cut her off.
“So what you’re telling me is the night of the bonfire some guy tried to rape you and he hit you?” I say, reiterating what she just said.
“Yes,” she states, and I take another step back.Interesting.I spin and go back to my seat, then hand her the phone as promised, but now I’m fucking curious about what else happened that night.
“Did you go to the football game?” I ask, and she nods. “Okay, then the bonfire?” And she nods again. “Walk me through the night,” I tell her, and she raises a brow.
“Why do you care?” she asks, and I’m stunned to silence, because why do I care? It’s a very valid question, one that I don’t have an answer for.
“Just answer the question. Stop making everything difficult,” I say, and she takes another deep breath and sits in her seat opposite of me.
“Like I said, Me and Misti went to the game then the bonfire. She went to hang out with Spencer and they introduced me to Mike. I don’t remember much of the night,” she says, and I sit back in my seat, shocked that she doesn’t remember me and Grayson fucking with her and scaring that guy off.
“Does Mike go here?” I ask, because I don’t think he does.
“No. He’s out of college apparently. I really don’t want to talk about this,” she says, her hands shaking as she moves her paper absentmindedly. Her movements scream to me that she’s uncomfortable and frightened. It's one thing when I’m the one making her feel like that, but the information she just spewed is what she believes happened, so I just nod, leaving it alone.
“Okay. Let’s just work independently this session and the next one we can work on something together,” I tell her, and she nods. Still, I sit here, and I’m confused as fuck, so I take out my phone and shoot a text over to Grayson.
Me:
Yo bro.
Almost immediately.
Grayson:
What’s up?
Me:
We need to talk.
Grayson:
About.
Me:
Rowyn
Grayson:
Why the fuck do we need to talk about her?
Me:
