The Bad Boy and I | Pt.6

*WARNING: Mentions of sexual assault and drug use. Proceed with caution.* 

The combination of whiskey and drugs rendered the two defenseless. They felt their body being moved and adjusted but didn't have the ability to think about anything else. 

Sarah's body writhed due to the uncomfortable feeling she was hit with. Her mind tried to comprehend the situation, but every time she put in thought, a rush of ecstasy would hit her. 

"You should have left me alone and moved on with your life when I gave you that chance." The whisper woke her up momentarily. Her eyes cleared as she stared at the person she despised the most walk away. 

"What...?" She slurred her words as she tried to push herself up from the bed. Something was very wrong about this situation and Sarah could feel it. "Hey! You..."

Her trembling hands pointed toward one of the guys standing by the door. The group of four shared a look and shut the door. 

"That's the bitch I told you about." She said that as she gestured towards the closed door. Sarah had even gone out of her way to talk to the druggies at school for these guy's contact info. "The drug you gave me is in the drawer...with the bracelet." 

Unable to support herself anymore, she laid down. A sudden uncomfortable headache and nausea plagued her. She felt extremely sick and her throat burned. 

"Allison..." The soft murmurs coming from Adrian caught her attention. 

"There's nothing in the pendant." The guy shook the bracelet over her face. "I want my payment. Your taking the drug completely messes this up. Don't you think so?" 

"I don't...I didn't..." 

"I lost the rich client you promised as well as a plaything. I'd like extra pay." His smug smile felt dangerous. 

"I feel terrible...Fix this...I'll pay whatever you want." Sarah had never thought that she would be begging these disgusting druggies of all people to help ease the discomfort she was feeling. 

"It's a deal." He grabbed the tiny bag of pills from his friends. "One pill cost a grand. It took me a while to get them. This will make you feel better." 

"Give...give it—!" She snatched the pill that he was holding and quickly swallowed it. 

"What about the pretty boy?" 

"Give him one...please..." 

He handed her another pill. She fed it to Adrian who didn't resist much. All of a sudden, Adrian pulled her in for a kiss. His hot tongue swirled around in her mouth, making her feel dizzy. 

"Adrian..." Sarah felt a sudden high from the kiss. Her body pressed tightly against his and her hands fondled his muscular chest. 

She felt his hands slip under her dress. Her body burned from his touches. She couldn't get enough of it. The headache and nausea they were both feeling were replaced by intense sexual desires. 

"A bunch of horndogs." The ridiculed chuckles from the four guys made her feel ashamed. But that only excited her more, she felt like she couldn't stop. "It feels pretty good, right? Let me help you out."

She was pulled away from the kiss and held from behind. The sudden stimulus to her sensitive areas gave her goosebumps. Her mind went blank from the tingling feelings and her body shivered uncontrollably. 

Adrian was held down by one of them, while they continued to toy around with Sarah. They made sure she was prepped and ready before letting him go. 

Adrian pounced on Sarah like a dog in heat. Their bodies mingled, only able to feel ecstasy. The guys simply laughed and decided to head out.

The two had forgotten all about the party. Their passionate sex continued for a couple of hours, only ending when they both passed out.

Sarah woke up feeling the same nausea and headache as before. Her body felt extremely sore. She could barely remember what had happened. Noticing that both she and Adrian were naked, she concluded that they must have had drunken sex. 

Of course! Why would Adrian choose that slut over me? I'm much better than her. 

Although the headache was killing her, she felt a sense of pride in herself. Her hands scrambled for her phone which was neatly placed on the drawer next to the bracelet. "It's empty? Did I use it last night?" 

She inspected the bracelet and then burst out laughing. She must have had the experience of her life. To think that I would still manage to drug her as planned! 

"HAHAHA," Sarah didn't quite mind the hangover she was experiencing anymore. She got the guy of her dreams and also managed to get rid of her rival in one sweep, this made her happy despite the pain. 

Her hands placed the bracelet back on the drawer and grabbed her phone. She clicked the message she received from the guys and her smile froze. "AHHHH!" She screamed once she noticed who was in those pictures. 

[P: Don't forget the payment you promised. I want a bonus for leaving you and your lover with a great time.] 

[P: 50k by tonight.] 

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Tora kept quiet the whole time as she walked toward the stairs. Vick, confused, followed after her and blocked her path. 

"You told me to wait, so I did. What's with those two?" His chin gestured toward the room. His hand grabbed the railings and the wall, making it impossible for Tora to walk past him. 

"I fed them a tiny bit of drugs, probably meth or something similar." Her body felt weak and the world started to tilt slightly. 

I guess Allison isn't good with alcohol. That's something we have in common. 

She never actually took a sip of the drink she mixed the drug in, luckily, Adrian was stupid enough to not notice. But she had to drink the cup that Sarah made her, otherwise, it would have been a lot harder to get them up here that quickly. And that was already affecting her. 

"You still have time to save your sister's future as an addict." Her lips pouted slightly. She was slightly flushed and her legs felt wobbly. "You can choose to save her, but Adrian is not a part of that option." 

What will you choose? Even if he ends up choosing Sarah, I'll just come up with a new plan. She hated how powerless alcohol made her feel. She felt her control over herself starting to fade with each passing minute. 

"I'll send you home." 

The blanket that was previously wrapped around her had found its way back again. Vick had taken it with him earlier when he followed her into the house. He's held on to it since.

"Okay." 

"Can you walk? How much did you drink?" 

"Half a cup of whiskey." 

"Did you... ingest the drugs as well? Should we go to the hospital instead?" He had his hands out in front of him, fearing that she would stumble and fall down the stairs. He noticed her supporting herself with a hand on the wall. 

"No. I wouldn't dare do something that dumb." 

"Right, you wouldn't." He chuckled lightly and reached his hands towards her. "Let me carry you down the stairs. You can walk on your own to the car." 

"Drop me and I'll drop you dead." She wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing him to carry her down with ease. 

"I feel tempted to drop you." He received a glare from her. "Down you go!" He carefully placed her down once they reached the floor. 

"Ugh...This is so embarrassing." She felt like digging a hole and dropping dead in there from all the stumbling and bumping into things that happened along the way. 

"It wasn't that bad. You should see me when I'm drunk." Vick was patient the whole time as he walked beside her until they got to the car. "Wait in here. I'll let your friends know and grab your things. Also, type your address in while I'm gone." 

Tora found it mind-boggling that he trusted her drunken self enough to correctly type in her address. She scoffed and groaned in frustration the more she thought of that. 

A drunk person typing stuff, really dude? 

She was so baffled that she could only stare blankly at the map app. When she finally attempted to type it in, everything appeared incoherent. Again and again, she failed to type her house number correctly. 

She felt so frustrated and emotionally affected by this that she felt tears welling up in her eyes. The wrong numbers were simply an excuse for her to channel her emotions. She felt tired and worn out from everything that had happened.

The loneliness that had been building up inside of her was now out of control. Her drunken state rendered her incapable of holding back any type of emotions. She bit her lips to suppress the cries that wanted to escape her. 

Why!? It didn't have to be this way. I tried my best to avoid them, but why!? Why does the world keep pushing my destiny towards ruin!? 

She was fed up. She hated the fact that her attempt to change and distance herself from the story failed. There was no reason for the protagonist to continue being hostile towards her. At least, that was how she understood it. 

'If a world becomes sentient and chooses the person it revolves around, would it allow any anomaly?' 

"Are you saying that this world created by a novel is real?" She felt it hard to breathe. Her nose stung and her heart clenched. "Are you saying that I have to die like that? Someone who performs prostitution for drugs."

'The world can't control what the protagonist does, but it will control everything around it.' 

"Asier, you bastard!"

'That hurts my feelings.' 

"It's not fair! I refuse!" 

'You already changed the protagonist's future. Why are you worried?' 

"Fuck you!" She cried even harder now. Her hands were pulling and ripping at the piece of paper. 

'I just said not to worry.' 

Her tears were out of control, so she attempted to wipe them with the note from Asier. She felt her tears slowly wetting the paper, and then she froze. It quickly evaporated, leaving her staring blankly at her hands. 

Am I that drunk? To imagine that a piece of paper felt like hands gently caressing my face...

Yeah, I'm just drunk.

"Are you not feeling good?" She was awoken from her thoughts when a warm palm gently caressed her head. "Do you need a moment?" She didn't even notice that Vick had returned and opened the door.

"..." She found that her tears had stopped. Vick placed her stuff on her lap and adjusted the blanket to cover her legs. His hands were gentle when they wiped the tears off her face. All Tora could do was stare at him. Her lips pouted again. She started complaining. "I can't type the address. Why did you have to make me type it!" 

"Whoa!" He caught the phone that she shoved in his chest.

"I'm like this because you made me type it!" 

"That was inconsiderate of me. It's all my fault." He didn't mind being blamed. His lips curled and his hands reached in to buckle her up. "I'll type it up, you can just tell it to me." 

She complied and told him the location after which he got in the car as well. "What if I don't want to go home?" 

"You're drunk. That's not an option." 

Tora was speechless after that. Vick took this as a sign to drive her home. He made sure to check on her throughout the ride. Occasionally they had to stop because she felt nausea and needed to empty her stomach. 

When they arrived, Vick noticed that the lights in the house were still on. Almost instantly, a man came walking out of the front door and approached his car. 

"Mr. Jones?" He got out of the car and greeted the person he hadn't seen in 7 years. Her father looked the same as back then. 

"You are the eldest son of the Carlton's?" David felt it odd that this person was the one who drove her daughter home. 

"Nice to meet you, Sir." They exchanged handshakes. "A classmate of Allison's threw a party at my home. That's why we're together." 

"A classmate..." A chuckle escaped David's lips as he nodded. "I see..."

"She was forced to drink, so I thought that it'd be best for her to be at home." Vick opened the passenger's door for David. 

"Thanks for driving her home." David carried Allison in his arms. He leaned in to whisper something into Vick's ear. "I suggest that you get rid of the leeches soon rather than later."