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I don’t even bother looking down. It’s wet, I can feel it. I know anyone can see it. Fuck.
I need to get the fuck out of here. His chuckle startles me as I make a break for the door. I rush out of there and down the hallway toward the stairs and the pounding of the music. I grab hold of the railing as my feet fly down each step.
My breaths are harder to take as it feels like the air is getting thicker. I don’t even look back or look for Addy. Fuck, I can’t even see Damien like this.
The music around me rages on. Bodies litter the rooms, making it hard to escape to the exit.
Pushing through the people, I keep my head down and finally find the way I came in. The minute I am outside I stop and let the cool air hit me.
“Wow, what happened to your pants?” some guy in front of me asks. I look at him but say nothing. The burn on my cheeks from the embarrassment is unbearable.
“Probably cum!” some guy shouts from my left.
My eyes widen, and my feet start moving under me. I need to get the hell out of here, and fast. Grabbing my phone out of my back pocket, I take off down the street and head back toward campus.
I try to avoid the streetlights and stay in the shadows. There are still a lot of students out and about, and I’m trying to avoid all of them.
My phone vibrates in my hand, and I unlock it to see that it’s a message from Damien. My chest twinges with guilt.
Damien:
Hey, are you okay?
I’m looking all over for you. Where did you go?
Rory, where the hell are you? Addy and I are worried.
The phone suddenly rings in my hand, Damien’s name popping up, and I ignore it. There is no way I can even talk about what happened, let alone let him see the embarrassment that is me.
Because I let Dekker do that to me.
Here I am with Damien, after a nice dinner, and there I was being a slut with the giant asshole in his room. I was ready to just give it up to him.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
When I finally make it to the dorms, I rush inside and run up to my floor. Then I burst through the door and immediately start stripping the clothes from my skin.
They are contaminated, dirty, soiled with guilt.
I throw them into the garbage, grab a towel, and rush into the shower.
Logically, I know my clothes were on. And I know I was enjoying it. But the act of him humiliating me like that, I can’t seem to scrub off of me. The loofah scrapes against my skin as I scrub it with an unbelievable force.
My skin is burning with each pass. Tears start to fall down my face and mix with the water.
The realization of tonight has hit me.
Dekker is an asshole, and I am sure my stepbrother will know what happened. And who knows the fallout from that?
I look down at my stomach and legs, they are red and angry. Exiting the shower, I wrap my towel around me, the water from my hair dripping and soaking into the bathmat.
Walking mindlessly over to my closet, I pull out a T-shirt and leggings. Not my normal bed attire, but I just don’t give a flying fuck.
I pull out my phone and see that I have a million missed calls and texts from Addy and Damien. I pick up the phone and call Addy. She picks up on the first ring.
“Where the hell are you? Please tell me you’re okay!” Addy screams into the phone.
Music is softly playing in the background, so wherever they are, it’s not at the party anymore.