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art. He wasn't a jock, not like the last guy who got me pregnant...he was into music and playing piano. Artist. Sensitive. I snuck from lunch  to peer at him in the band room where he has a solo jam session. I never said a word to him. 

 

"Go get him." Rebecca handed me a cup and shoved me ahead to him. 

 

I fought back, digging my feet into the sand. "No. Stop!"

 

"Come on, you're so into him."

 

"What if he isn't into me?" 

 

I sat down in the sand to stop her from pushing me, Rebecca huffed, sitting beside me. "We'll, we gotta get some type of action going on, can't be losers at a party. Truth or dare?"

 

"Fine...dare." I roll my eyes, feeling chills from the wind ruffle goosebumps onto my bare legs. 

 

"I dare you to go make out with Ryan." She bids to him, chatting and drinking with a group of guys. They all looked drunk and off balanced. 

 

"No way...!"

 

"Okay, to make it fair, and still fun, I'll make out with one if them too." She extends her pinky.

 

I eye it, hesitant. Thinking, the watch the waves of the ocean crash onto the shore, and the moon glitter in the sky of pitch black. Then I stare at Ryan, laughing and joking around with his guys. "Fine." I lower my head, rubbing my neck nervously. 

 

We near them, getting straight to making out, no greeting or asking, just going in hard, heavy. Ryan rough hands pull me closer, smelling of alcohol and cigarettes. His lips firm. I notice shadows moving around me. I stop kissing him, seeing Rebecca face burn with fear as she backed away then run away, as the group of guys surrounded me. Ryan kisses down my neck. 

 

"Me next sweetheart." One of his friends said, the others smirked drunkenly, their eyes full of sexual desire, full of malice and bad intentions. 

 

I stop walking and puke on the sidewalk. Closing my eyes saying no over the explicit flashback of me screaming for help, of the guys grunting and taking turns, putting it in me one after another. I hold my stomach and walk on.

THIRTY SIX: Intrigued

 

 

LEX

 

I wake, about to take her into my arms. My coping mechanism. My savior and distraction from the crisis I had to deal with. I feel nothing next to me but sheets. "Amanda?" I sit up, the white blanket sliding off of my make chest. I look to the bathroom. I need her right now before my mind went back to reality. Before it thought back to what was lost. What I had blocked out. She was sweet, and a good kind of distraction. Kinky too. Beautiful. Her lips so soft and eager. A great kisser. 

 

I get out of bed and wrap a robe around my bare body, not even proud of the ripped structure of it. I don't care about it, where is she? I slip into white slippers next to my side of the bed. How manly, I think snarkily. Outside of the hotel I go, walking the hall. Where the hell is my phone. I climb down stairs into a lobby, searching it like a hawk. Spotting a short guy at a desk, dressed in a black suit with a red handkerchief in the high left pocket. "Hello." He says, in nasally tone, peering through glasses that sit below his eyes. 

 

"I'm looking for a red head girl...umm she has freckles, green eyes and is about 5 foot 7." My mind think to the other night...to eating and licking her cherry...hearing her moan. I feel my dick jerk up a bit, possibly preparing for a boner. Not yet...chill. 

 

The receptionist thinks...eyeing he door. "Ahh, speak of the devil, who is definitely a red head. There she is." He points. 

 

I turn, my heart racing, my eyes locking on the fire that was lighting my body and sensations. Amanda walks through circling doors, her eyes on me as she does. Something was off. I head over to her. Watching her body language, she leaned away slightly. "What's wrong?"

 

She huffs, a bit mad. "We need to talk, upstairs...alone."

 

I take note of her serious tone. "Oh, okay, let's go." 

 

Amanda walks ahead of me, keeping her distance. Not letting my fingers glide against hers. Hmmm,maybe this is foreplay...maybe she doesn't like PDA?? Hmmm, let's see. I plan out what I'm gonna do to test which one it is, as we step up a grand staircase. Women like being handled...I'll take her straight to the bed, even if she fight me. She likes things kinky. I think up sex positions while we walk to out room. My eyes watching her ass wiggling, picturing my cum rushing out of it. Hmmm. My cock hardens, I feel it rising up. She swipes a key card and opens the door, walking to stand in the middle of the floor, turning and crossing her arms.

 

I go in and shut the door. Revealing my body to her, dropping the robe to the floor. Amanda eyes my dick, her expression mixed between turned on and upset. I approach her, leaning my tip between the thighs of her jeans. I exhale onto her mouth, loudly, and very horny. Her lips part, her eyes close slightly as I spread her legs and unbutton her pants. Smelling her cum. She grabs my hands and shoves away. 

 

"I think you need to move on...you can't erase what happened with your sister. You need to go see her."

 

I feel my sexuality deflating. "What...?"

 

She shakes her head. "I helped you sleep, because I felt bad for you....that's all this is."

 

I scoff, giving an annoyed laugh. "So you're saying this is nothing." I make a hand gesture between the two of us. "If it meant nothing you would've left...so don't try to pull this card!" I say through gritted teeth, my blood boiling.

 

"It just something that happened...I'm not pulling a card, you actually do need to focus on burying Lizzie."

 

I explode, hammering my fist into the wall bedside her, causing a hole to form and drywall to fall. "DON'T SAY THAT!!!" 

THIRTY SEVEN: Jealous

 

 

AMANDA P.O.V

 

I've never dealt with an abusive guy before, mostly because I was smart enough to spot damaged goods. But now, as I stare at Lex's fist in the hole in the wall, the broken drywall...I wonder if I'm still smart. "You need help...I'm saying that as a friend, you can't avoid death. It's..." I feel crinkling dance down my spine as I look at Lex, his dead, cold eyes shooting daggers at me, his hair like strings in his face. "It's not normal...she needs you." I give him a sad, regretfully look, before leaving the hotel room. My heart racing with anxiety. I need to go.

 

I head to the restroom, kneeling in front of a stall because my knees are shaking. Huffing heavily. That shit was so crazy! He just punched a fucking wall!!...I only saw people act that in movies. Oh my god. What the fuck! I take out my phone from my back pocket. I need a distraction...to forget about it. My whole body tremors, my breaths shatter. My heart pumps faster, bouncing my vision along with it. I scroll my contacts, about to click on Maya's name, but she'd catch the hidden panic in my voice, being a girl. Yasmine and Kristin would too. So I scroll to someone would was dumb enough to miss it. Oblivious enough to not detect my hecticness. 

 

The dial tone goes on for a few rings, as I stare at the ceiling, fulling my lungs tighten and my sight go a bit white. I can't do another panic attack right now...not again. A flashback of lying on the beach watching the moon takes over my mind for a few seconds. A heartbeat flutters and kicks. I push the memory away. NO STOP. Then the line drops. "Amanda?"

 

"Yeah...hey Jim, can we talk." I say slow enough to not sound overwhelmed. 

 

"Sure...I actually been wanting to apologize....I went pretty ham on you, I'm sorry. I got jealous and mad and.."

 

"Hurt..." I finish his sentence. 

 

"Yeah butt hurt as fuck, I'm sorry." His voice goes sincere and shameful.

 

I smile, picturing his puppy dog eyes, relaxing, my heart slows and my mind forgets the crazy scene from a minute ago. "I'm sorry too, I knew you liked me, I should've never ignored it. I fucked up actually. God, I'm gonna sound corny, but it's not you it's me. I had a bad...a really bad experience with, umm." My mind flashes back to the beach and to the guys surrounding me. I block it out. Shaking my head. "Not just with Mr. Pierce...but I was..was." My voice stops working, my throat goes dry. "Raped..." I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling my heart go crazy and the room spin. He's the first one I've told...ever.

 

"What?!!" He yells in utter disbelief.

 

"Hey, please don't make it a big deal..."

 

"It is a big deal, we were hanging out for how long?! And you never told me this???"

 

"Jim, it's not a easy thing to bring up, oh I got exams today, and a interview, oh by the way I was raped!" I steamed. "I haven't even told my grandparents, so what does that tell you?" My knees give out, causing me to slide to the floor, slouching. "I needed time." 

 

"I'm coming to pick you up, where are you?"

 

I pause for a few seconds...a bit hesitant. Do I what him here? Did I just fuck up by telling him? I don't now, I could use some sleep. My body needs to recuperate. "I'm...at the Hilton." I feel Jim's racing thoughts through to my end of the line. I could picture his forehead creases, his lips frowning, panic in his eyes. 

 

"Be there in a bit." He hangs up.

 

*** 

 

Out on the curb, I sit, running my hands through my hair. I check my phone repeatedly as traffic passes by. On Twitter StriveTreat was still trending, the CIA was now involved judging by the video clips that were circulating. Retweets of the victims, the girls, were receiving so much coverage. The #MeToo tag supporting pictures and videos the victims released. I click on a video. May I should join them...

 

A blue haired girl, with jaw length hair stared into the camera from her bed. "I have a confession..." Her voice shudders and her eyes waters. "I..." She sniffs and wipes her face. "I'm a victim of Mr.Pierce, and no I'm not hopping on the trend, I'm supporting it. I worked there for three years as a receptionist, the sexual

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