Chapter 6 6: The Dark Knight
\[ K A R A \]
Cameron and I were already in the car, driving on our way home when I saw Ryder's number calling me.
"Hey Ry," I picked up, somewhat slurring.
"Where the hell are you!?" he shouted at me furiously.
"I'm on my way home, I left you a text,"
"I'll take you home, don't get in the car with Cameron! Do you hear me? I said—"
"Psssh, why you yelling so loud-eh? My ears are hurtin'! I'm almost home ok, I'll see you later," Without giving him a chance to say anything else, I turned off the call.
He tried to call again, and I simply rejected it. My head was pounding and I didn’t feel like getting yelled at some more. What was wrong with him anyway, first he ditched me and now he wanted to find me?
"Everything ok?" Cameron asked.
"Yeah, it was just Ryder being a weirdo, whatever," I shrugged and leaned my head against the window.
I must have blacked out for a bit, maybe for a few minutes, because when I woke up next, I saw that we weren’t on our way home. I had memorized the streets that we took to get to the house, and I had never seen these streets before.
"Uhh, where are we going? This is not where I live?" I asked.
"You're really drunk, Kara, I don't think I should drop you off at your parent's house just like that. I'm just taking you somewhere where you can get some air and maybe once you feel better, we'll drive you home," Cameron said sweetly.
That is a good point. My mom would freak if she sees me right now.
Cameron was smiling at me and his face looked like an angel. He seemed trustworthy enough. Plus, he was Ryder's friend, so it should be okay, right?
\[ R Y D E R \]
God fucking damn it!
I was never the emotional kind of guy. Surfing had taught me to stay cool, calm, and collected, even under pressure. But this was bad, this was fucking bad. I couldn’t stay cool and calm any longer.
After she rejected my call, I couldn't reach Kara's phone anymore. I tried calling Cameron, but the bastard wouldn't pick up either. That fucking bastard. I knew his drill, I knew how he could be with girls.
I'm gonna fucking kill him if he dares lay a finger on her.
Getting into my truck, I speeded away as fast as I could. At least, I knew where they were going, I knew where Cameron liked to take his preys.
Let's just hope I'm not too late.
\[ K A R A \]
My eyes were heavy again, so I slept a little. When I woke up next, the car had reached to a stop. We were somewhere dark and we were surrounded by these tall trees.
Are we in the woods?
"Where are we?" I groaned.
"My dad's cabin, it's right over there," Cameron pointed to a wooden lodge, deeper inside the woods.
Cameron got out of the car and went over to my side. He opened the door for me and gave his hand out, saying "Come on,"
I took his hand as he led me out of the car. But the moment my feet landed on the ground, I felt a pit in my stomach, like something didn't sit right with me.
"Hold on, I think I should tell Ryder that I'll be home late, he might be looking for me—"
"Ssh, there's no need,” he shook his head from side to side. “Plus you can't get cell service here," he said again, somewhat commanding, and I began to dislike his tone.
"Wait, let me just try," I said again as I pushed his hands away. I was trying to get my phone from my pocket, but suddenly, Cameron grabbed both my arms and pushed me back until I hit a tree behind me.
"Ouch!" I yelped as the phone fell to the ground.
"Ok, we can drop the act now princess, there's no one around," Cameron’s facial expression changed all of a sudden.
Smiling a menacing smile, he had me pinned against a big tree. And no matter how hard I squirmed or tried to move, his hold on me was too strong.
"What are you talking about? Let me go!"
"Oh come on, I know you want me, I see the way you look at me," he said under hot heavy breaths.
He forced his chest forward, pinning his body on top of me and I couldn't breathe.
"N...o..!" I tried my best to say, but the word was stuck between my crying and my failed protests.
Cameron had his one hand pinning my two hands over my head, and his other hand went to my hips, holding me in place. His two legs were also trapping me from both sides. I wanted to kick or scream or do something, but I felt so weak and powerless.
"I bet you're already wet for me. A naughty bitch like you, I bet you're ready for me, huh? Don't worry, I'm gonna fuck you so good," he said as he nibbled on my right ear.
I felt utterly disgusted and I wished to God I could break free, but I couldn't. I kept pushing and squirming, but the more I pushed him away, the more he pushed himself back at me and the more powerless I felt.
Laughing at my helplessness, Cameron’s mouth began invading mine ever so viciously. When I refused to open my lips, he used his hand to force my cheeks open. It was awful and painful, and tears trickled down my face involuntarily.
His tongue was invading my mouth ferociously. I whined and protested, but it was no use. I kept trying to say the word ‘No’, but all that came out were sad little whimpers. Saying no wasn’t going to help me either way. Cameron was adamant on getting his way. His other hand was now groping my breasts forcefully over my shirt. His hand curled and grabbed my boob, yanking them down, and he was so rough that I could hear my blouse fabric tearing apart.
With his groin pressed against me, I could feel him getting hard in front of my stomach. My whole body was shaking in terror as he started to hump his hardening member towards my lower down.
"Stop..." I cried out, but that just drove him rougher.
I was all out of energy. I couldn't even hold myself up anymore. I heard his hot moans over and over in my ears and it was the worse sound I had ever heard in my life.
I was full on sobbing at this point, but he didn’t care. In fact, he was enjoying this more and more. He groaned aloud and his hand quickly moved towards my pants, gripping my butts tightly until it hurt.
"Mmhm, I wonder if you're as tight as these jeans," he grunted.
"No... please... stop…" I tried to beg, but he simply laughed at me.
"Don't worry, I promise you'll like it," and just as he said it, his one hand cupped me through my jeans. His grip was too rough, making me scream in response.
“Ah!”
"You like it, huh? You like it, baby?"
No!
I hated it. It felt like he was trying to push his fingers into me through my jeans. I shook my head from side to side and tried to wiggle away, but his hand now moved to my waistband, and he speedily started unbuttoning my jeans.
This can’t be happening…
But it was. It was happening right in front of my eyes and I was too weak to stop it. Cameron was yanking my jeans down along with my panties. I kept crying and pushing him away, but it only made his eyes lit up in excitement.
Oh my god, please no, not like this…
In one swift move, Cameron managed to get his pants down and his member sprang free. I was absolutely mortified and I couldn’t process anything anymore.
“Please, don't do this,” I cried breathlessly, pleading with him, hoping he would take pity on me.
“Shut up!” he grunted and his hand went to choke my throat. “Just be a good bitch and take it!”
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. He was too strong and I was far too stupid to get myself into this position in the first place. Cameron was smiling triumphantly as his knee pulled my thighs apart and he positioned himself at my entrance. My eyes fluttered shut as I awaited the worst to come, hoping I would just die instead.
I guess this is the end… There’s nothing else I can do except to take it…
"Get the fuck off her!"
SMACK!
Suddenly, I heard a loud voice roaring out and Cameron was shoved away from me and he fell to the ground with a loud thump.
With my entire body shaking in terror, I fell to my feet and slumped against the tree. I pried my eyes open, and through my blurry eyes, I saw Ryder in his black hoodies, pinning Cameron down on the ground as he punched him over and over again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"The fuck, man?" Cameron spat, but Ryder ignored him. Ryder was mad. He was growling like a wild animal.
Still quivering, I pulled my jeans up and adjusted my torn up blouse. I wanted to stand up and run away from here, but I couldn’t move that fast. My knees were still too weak to stand, so I just sat there and watch the event unfolding before my eyes.
Cameron was trying to fight back, pushing Ryder off, and he threw a punch back. Cameron was big and muscular, but Ryder was more agile. Quick to return the favor, in one swift move, Ryder shoved Cameron off again, and he ended up on top.
"Mother. Fucker. I'll. Fucking. Kill. You!!!" Ryder roared out in anger and punches.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I could see blood splattering everywhere and Cameron was no longer moving. Ryder wasn't stopping and he kept hitting Cameron like he was a punching bag. At this rate, I was afraid that someone might die. And though I secretly wanted that, I couldn’t let Ryder be a murderer. So with my knees shaking, I tried my hardest to stand up.
"Ry, stop..." I said weakly.
Ignoring me, Ryder kept on throwing punches at Cameron. The sound of skin ripping and blood gushing filled the air, and I felt sick to my stomach and the amount of blood on the ground.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Ry... stop, please, help me," I said again, a little bit louder.
Ryder stopped instantly. His breathing was ragged. He turned around and he looked at me with fiery eyes. I must looked so sad and pathetic as I could barely stand up. My one hand was holding onto the tree and the other hand was holding onto my torn blouse.
"Stay the fuck away from her!" Ryder spat out as he took one last look at Cameron.
Leaving Cameron on the ground, Ryder stood up and ran straight towards me. The next thing I knew, I was wrapped tightly in his arms. His grip was strong but tender. I inhaled his familiar scent again and I never felt more safe.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" he said to my ears.
I couldn't muster up any words. So I just cried. Ryder held me tightly in his arms as I cried unto his chest.
"Ry... I..." I croaked.
"Ssh, it's okay. You're okay. I'm here. I got you," he said gently as he stroked the back of my head.
I was still crying, and Ryder was whispering to my ears, “It’s okay, Kara… he didn’t get to you, it’s okay,” He wasn’t just trying to calm me down. From the way he was saying it, it was like he was trying to calm himself down too.
I knew I was safe, but I couldn't stop shaking and shivering. Ryder pulled away for a second and took off his jacket in one swift move. Then he wrapped his jacket around me, making sure I was all covered and warm.
He lifted my face up to him, his eyes were searching me. The frown on his face told me that he was worried. He stroked my chin gently with his thumb. He then pulled me in for another hug. I buried my face in his hard body and my arms linked over his waist, holding him tight. We stood in silence for a while, until I could feel his breathing slowing down.
And as we were both calming down, in my ear, he then whispered, "Let's go home."
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