Quickly, I turned around and ran toward the open door but stopped when I saw Carrie, Aaron’s new girlfriend, just outside of it. “Carrie…” I began, but she simply smiled.
“Enjoy,” she said with a wink and slammed the door shut in my face.
Horrified, I jiggled the door handle desperately to no avail, only to realize she had locked me in with Glenn.
“Please, no…” I let out a painful scream when I felt his hand yank my hair and yelled out what I seemed to be saying a lot these days. “Help!”
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Let go of me!” I screamed, but he still wouldn’t let go of my hair, twisting it painfully as he dragged me onto the bed with it.
“You want this, too; I can feel it. Why struggle?”
He crawled up the bed, pinning me down with his giant body. I could smell the strong scent of alcohol on his breath as my eyes frantically searched for anything that could help me escape him.
When I fell short, unable to reach the vase by Mason’s bedside, I turned my gaze to Glenn and began to speak, hoping to convince him not to go through with what he had in mind. “Glenn, come on. I know you don’t want this; you’re just too drunk to realize what you’re doing. If you let me go now, I promise not to tell anyone.”
“Stop talking,” he suddenly screamed in my face, and I whimpered in fear. “Do you know how much I’ve missed you, Hannah? Hm?”
“What?” I asked in confusion at the mention of his girlfriend’s name, or ex-girlfriend according to the rumors going around in school. Apparently, Hannah, who was also the school’s top cheerleader, had dumped Glenn for someone else. In his drunken state of mind, he probably thought I was her and was taking out his anger on me.
“Listen to me, Glenn. I’m not Hannah.”
“Liar,” he yelled again.
“Look at me, please, Glenn, look at me,” I begged, hoping he could comprehend what I was saying, and for a moment, his eyes focused on me until they turned glazed again. Just when I thought things were about to get worse, he fell limply on top of me and dragged out a long snore.
Forcing myself not to cry, I struggled to push him off me, grunting as I did, and watched him tumble onto the floor with a loud sound yet no movement from him. He was out cold.
Just then, I heard a key in the lock, and the door came open with the boys appearing behind it.
“Kat!” Mason ran up to me, and I finally let myself burst into tears.
Despite their numerous questions wanting to know what happened, I found myself unwilling to speak and continued staring at nothing, even after I was done crying. I don’t know how long I sat on Mason’s bed, but I was grateful that the boys had dragged out the unconscious Glenn.
“Hey,” Noelle poked her head in. “Are you okay?” she asked and came to sit beside me, placing an arm around my shoulder. I shook my head in reply. “Did you tell them it was Carrie?” she asked, causing my head to snap up immediately.
“You knew? You knew and didn’t help me?” I asked with disbelief.
She shook her head with her eyes widened as she waved her hands in front of me. “I swear I didn’t. I saw her lock the door, but I had no idea there was anyone in here. For a moment, I thought it was strange that she had been in Mason’s room, but I thought maybe one of the guys sent her to get them something. Please, you have to believe me.”
“I do,” I assured her.
“So?”
I shook my head at her unfinished question, “I don’t want to worry Aaron. I’m sure Carrie didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”
“Bullshit!” Noelle yelled just as the guys entered, and her glare proved that she would spill the beans if I didn’t say anything.
I was met with silence initially before an angry Aaron stormed out of the room and came back, dragging a stunned Carrie with him. “What the hell did you do?” he asked her, my surprise at Aaron swearing deflating when she spoke after my side of the story was repeated.
“Oh my God,” she raised her hands to cover her mouth as her eyes became a little bit teary. “I swear I had no idea Glenn was in the room. I only saw Kat enter, and I admit I locked her in… but it was only because I was desperate to talk to her about Aaron. I didn’t want her to go anywhere. I only went to the kitchen to get us drinks, but I got distracted by my friends downstairs, and I forgot you were in here. I’m sorry, I’m truly sorry,” she pleaded, seemingly genuinely, and I could see it in everyone’s eyes, including Noelle’s, that they believed her.
So, with a broad smile, I accepted her apology and told her it was fine even though every instinct in me fought against it.
I should have known better. When had my instinct ever being wrong? Especially since something about Carrie rubbed me the wrong way.
CHAPTER NINE
