Chapter 219 Axel
I've been dancing with Trent for a while when my bladder decides it's had enough. It's been hours and I guess I haven't been paying attention.
"Trent, I gotta go to the bathroom," I call up to him. The music is still pumping through the speakers, trying to turn me deaf, so I have to push up on my toes and lean into him so I can yell over the noise.
He gives me a sly smirk. "You want me to come with you? You really shouldn't be going anywhere alone right now, Angel. Then maybe we can sneak back to your room for a bit," he suggests.
I snort and hit his shoulder lightly. "I think I can manage on my own!" I chuckle shaking my head. "I'll be right back! Don't miss me too much!" I joke.
He looks at me for a moment before nodding his head. "Okay, but if you're not back in 5, I'm coming after you!" he warns. "I don't like leaving you alone, Char. The fact that Rick has this many guests at his house has me nervous," he admits.
I shrug my shoulders. He is right, anyone can get in right now. And with all the issues I was having at school I understand. But this is my own home. It should be safe for a few minutes. "Fair enough!" I call and Trent releases his hold on my body.
I weave in and out of the crowd. I don't go to the public bathroom downstairs. There is a line out the door! Besides, I don't need to use a common bathroom. I head straight for the one in the upstairs hallway, where only the family have access too right now. I could go to the one in my room, but it's further down the hall and I need the toilet now!
I rush in and sigh in relief as the pressure on my bladder is finally emptied. Just how much have I been drinking tonight. No. I'm not drinking alcohol. I've been drinking waters and sodas. Rick is very strict about drinking in his home, and there isn't any alcohol at the party tonight because of Josie... Not that she drinks anyway.
I'm washing my hands when a door slams open. And I completely freeze. What the hell? No one is supposed to be up here, and why the hell wouldn't someone knock if they see a closed door?
I know instantly it isn't Trent before I can even look to see who entered the bathroom. The smell is all wrong. The footsteps are wrong. The feel is all wrong.
It hasn't been 5 min-
A body slams into mine from behind. I can see him looking down at me through the mirror. There is something dark and dangerous in his eyes... But more importantly, he really should not even be in this house right now.
I know this guy. His name is Axel, and he's one of Braxton's buddies. What the hell is he doing here? And what the fuck is he doing in my bathroom.
I look at the door through the mirror in panic and realize my mistake. I forgot to fucking lock the door.
Axel has my body pressed up against the countertop with as sneer across his face. "I've got you now, Charlie. There's nowhere for you to run, and your boyfriend can't save you now!" He snarls.
My breaths are coming out in short pants now and my body is fucking shaking! C'mon Charlie! Not helping! You need to get the hell outta here before he does something.
"What the hell are you doing here, Axel? You aren't supposed to be in the upstairs hallway!" I whimper, it's the only think I can think to do. I need to stall him... He's too damn big for me to move, and he's got me pressed up tight. "You need to leave! Now! You aren't allowed up here!"
No one is, unless they live here... which is why I thought it was safe here. I didn't even consider someone following me... Even though that is exactly what Trent was worried about. I should've taken him up on his offer. Even if he didn't come inside with me, he could've stayed at the door and waited...
He doesn't say a damn thing. He just rips my shirt off my body, tossing it carelessly to the side, so I'm left in my bra and leggings. He looks up at me through the mirror with a lusty gaze then he starts sucking on my neck while his hand moves to tear off my bra and covers my breast with his filthy hands.
I can't fucking move! Why the hell can't I move? My brain is screaming at me to get away from him, but I can't! I'm trapped! I can't handle this... Not again!
I can't move, but I can fucking scream. And I'm going to pray to God someone hears me and puts a stop to this before it gets too far.
"STOP! GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!" I scream. My body still shaking in nerves, still frozen and unable to defend myself. Why the hell does this happen to me? Why can't I fight back?