I'm SO SO SO sorry I haven't updated in a while. I haven't had time at all today to write and I found this one-shot that I wrote a few months and tweaked it a little. Fair warning it may be Rated T.
Disclaimer: I own nothing with the exception of Hopeless the bar and, sadly, Jake.
Willa's P.O.V
"What are we doing here? I thought we were going to the movies." I asked as Jake pulled into the parking lot of Hopeless, a bar somewhere west of my house.
"Just wanted to meet up with some old friends I haven't seen in a while." he replied. Alcoholic friends? I thought to myself. I was all too used to alcoholics.
"Okay..." I said, hesitantly as we made our way in. Jake was a senior I had been dating for a couple of weeks now. I can't compare it to many relationships I have had before, being the like third boy I've gone out with, but it wasn't great.
He was a little bossy and he wasn't polite, or gallant. But he was a senior, one of the hottest at our school, and I was immensely surprised when he asked me out. I only agreed to see what it was like. Though, now that I decided my experiment had concluded, he wouldn't let me breakup with him.
Even though he was eighteen he could easily pass off as twenty one and get in, but when they let me have a drink even though I was only fifteen, I knew they couldn't care less who walked through that door as long as they bought something.
Jake went and said hey to the people I would guess he had been waiting for. They looked like twenty six! Then they started to order drinks. And then more. And more. Before I knew it, I was sitting in front of a drunk pack of idiots, hooting and hollering like no one was listening.
"Come on, baby. Drink something." Jake told me. He had already made me drink one of those girly cocktails with the pink coloring and fruits, which I disliked from the moment it passed my lips. I refused to have more. I didn't like the taste of alcohol.
"No, I don't want anything." I said simply. He laughed and so did some of his buddies. I was disgusted and my patience was wearing out. "Sweetheart, just have something to drink. It won't kill you."
"I said, I don't want anything." I repeated, a bit louder, as I felt my body temperature rise. Some of the other people around us were staring and I could tell Jake was getting mad and even a little embarrassed. My eyes said it all. Keep that stuff away. Want me to drink it so bad, bite me.
"Just drink something." he said, his jaw set. Yep, he was mad.
"No!"
His hand went up and before I had a chance to process what was going on, he whacked me hard across the face, sending me flying out of my chair. I hit the floor and gasped in pain. He got out of his chair and bent down. The strong smell of alcohol on his breath made me want to push him away but I was afraid he'd hit me again.
He told me sternly, "You do what I say or else." he raised his hand again, ready to repeat the brutal gesture, and I got the message. He stood back up, sat down, and went right back to talking with his other drunk, moron friends. I put my hand to my cheek, where I was sure a red mark was forming, and found myself fingering a sticky liquid dripping down my face. I pulled my hand away and saw dark red blood on my fingers.
I walked to the restroom and examined myself in the mirror. There was blood gushing down from my nose and a mark on my cheek, a big red spot shaped like a hand. The bloodshot skin stung viciously when I went to touch it.
All of a sudden the door to the restroom swished open and a girl that looked around eighteen came in. She turned to me, "Are you okay?" Well, that's odd. Why did this stranger care if I was okay? When I didn't answer, she repeated. "I saw what happened out there. Are you alright?"
"Um, yeah, I'm fine."
She raised an eyebrow at me. "You're not very good at lying." She said and walked over. She grabbed a piece of toilet paper and wiped the blood from my face. I must have flinched, because she paused, apologized, and handed it to me, allowing me to clean it up myself. Because that was something I was so used to doing. Cleaning up my own messes.
Suddenly, with her long red hair and narrow hazel eyes, she looked pretty familiar. "You should get some ice on that." She pointed to the area under my eye where she had informed me I was forming a bruise.
"Yeah, thanks. I'll make sure to do that later." I smiled meekly.
"Hey, don't let him treat you that way. Trust me; I know what you're going through. And I know that just letting it happen isn't going to solve anything, okay? If he does anything else, I can take you home."
As she turned to leave I asked her, "Do I know you from somewhere?"
She turned around and smiled, "Yeah, I'm in your Chemistry class."
"Oh, now I remember you. Your name's Abby, right?"
"Yep. And you're Willa. It's hard to forget the smartest girl in the class." She laughed when I blushed a little.
"Thanks."
"No problem. Just remember, I can take you home." I nodded.
When she was gone, I splashed some cold water on my face and tried to make myself not look so weak and vulnerable before leaving. Getting back to the table, I saw that Jake and his friends were still laughing like boneheads. Cretins, the lot of them. I rolled my eyes, but tried not to draw so much attention to myself as I sat down.
"Hey, the bitch is back," Jake jeered, sneering. The rest of them joined in the guffaw. I bit my tongue to keep myself from saying anything. "So, after this do you want to come back to my place?" he said, rubbing my knee. I shook uneasily at his touch but didn't refuse. I couldn't risk getting him angry again. "My parents are away for the weekend and the house is empty." His hand started higher up my thigh and I felt more uncomfortable. But I didn't stop him.
"What do you say?" he asked, moving his hand to other places, at which point I stood, grabbed my purse and ran out of the bar. The night was cold, but I didn't care. All I was thinking about was getting out of there.
Suddenly, I was surprised by my own actions. Did that get him mad? I had to contemplate. Of course it did. Now what's he gonna do to me? Trying to force my mind not to visualize the long list of things he would be capable of doing, I almost did hear the door fly open. I turned around to see Jake stumbling his way toward me. He was so drunk. "Where ya going, babe?" he said, laughing.
"Take me home." I said, crossing my arms over my chest furiously. His smile disappeared into the abyss of things that seized to exist, where I'm sure his brain and his heart remained. He came toward me, heatedly. "Don't be stupid, get back in there." He growled.
"No! Take me home!" I yelled. He was frustrated at my persistence, but reluctantly decided to take me home.
Even under the influence, he wasn't a bad driver. At first, I was afraid of having him behind the wheel; his misjudgment might have meant the tragic end of my life. But, he didn't run over anyone, he stopped at all the red lights and was doing pretty good. That was, until he pulled over in the shadow of a dark alley.
"Where are we? I told you I wanted to go home." I said; my voice was shaky. I couldn't see anything, but I felt a hand running up and down my thigh. I pushed it away. My heart beat sped up, so loud he must have heard the rhythmic hum of it.
His hand wandered the tender areas of my skin, both that exposed and hidden behind my clothing. Chills ran up my spine when he touched me. "What are you doing?" I asked, beginning to panic. He laughed as though to say 'You know exactly what I'm doing.' And I did.
He started to kiss my neck. His words slurred a bit as he said, "You know, when I see you around school I thought you were pretty hot. I wonder how much hotter you would look like this." Then he climbed on top of me and began to peel my shirt off.
"GET OFF!" I shrieked. Screams, loud and shrilly, like that of a girl in a horror movie, escaped me. Hoping someone would hear. Hoping someone would come to save me. But I knew no one would. Heroic rescues were made for princesses. A wench must learn to save herself.
I was hitting him, kicking him, and trying just about anything to shove him away. When his hands gripped me firmly, refusing to let go, I dug my nails deep into his skin, in hopes of making him loosen his hold. Blood appeared along the cuts but it only seemed to make him more excited at the sight of it. I struggled desperately to unlatch his hands from around me. Somehow, though it's a wonder to me, it was manageable. Reaching outwardly, my hand found the door handle and I swung it open, all force.
I scrambled out and ran as fast as I could. Behind me, I heard his engine start up and began sprinting hard and fast. I couldn't let him catch up to me.
I was in the less busy area and not many cars were passing by. Knowing I would never be able to out-run his car, I tried to get him off my trail. I took as many sudden turns as I could. Abruptly, as I run across the street, a car nearly hit me. In all my fright, I hadn't noticed it coming. I turned to the driver and mouthed a sorry.
I kept running and running. I passed block after block after block, questioning where all this energy came from. I was never any good at sports, including running. I stopped, panting for air. I was almost positive I lost him, but I ended up lost myself too. I had no idea where I was and it was dark out. I paced in circles, wondering what I was going to do. Finally, it hit me. Everything. A wave of grief came crashing over me, smothering me. My throat tightened and I tried to hold back my tears. Regardless, I broke down. I put my back to the fence and tried to get the image of the little episode out of my head, completely frustrated. I slide down the floor, my legs unable to keep me up, to a sitting position and started to cry.
Finn's P.O.V
I knew I had the stupidest grin on my face as I drove home. I just had the most perfect date with Amanda and had just dropped her off at Ms. Nash's. A picnic in the park followed by an evening stroll, oh, it was genius. I couldn't help but feel like I was the modern-day Romeo, well without the dying in the end part.
I tried focusing on the road, but it was hard to when I was thinking of Amanda. Her glossy lips, soft and sweet as we kissed. Her beautiful eyes that shone in the moonlight. Her hair lusciously cascading over her shoulders as we walked.
But, I was so busy thinking about her that I forgot about the road. I heard a long honk from behind me and realized the light turned green. Oops. Just as I began to drive again, someone ran across the street right in front of me. I hit the brakes quickly and prayed I didn't hit them.
At first, the person was frozen like a deer in headlights, eyes like one too, and I had enough time to take in her appearance. Her shirt had some blood on it. Her long dark hair was pulled back in a messed up ponytail. Her lipstick smeared onto her cheek. She had a large red mark and some blood stains on her face. "Oh my god," I said to myself.
Then she mouthed a sorry and ran off. I pushed my head out the window. "Willa! WILLA!" But she didn't hear my calls over the honking from behind me. I grumbled some words that would have easily gotten me grounded, and continued, refusal to lose track of her my drive.
It was when I came to a dark street that I began to feel concerned, thinking I lost her. I slowly drove down the different neighboring streets until I found her. She was sitting in fetal position with her back against a fence and her head in her knees, crying.
Willa's P.O.V
I didn't know what to think. I was nervous Jake would find me, but I was too mortified to move. While I was paralyzed with fright, around me the world continued as it was. The sound of honking as angry drivers tried to maneuver a way through the traffic. The post lamps shone like stars down on Earth. The lights in the apartments flicked off and on.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder and I jumped a little. My stomach twisted in a knot. Oh no, he found me! "Wills, you okay?" My heart leapt at the sound of the familiar voice. I glanced up and saw Finn looking down at me worriedly. I jumped up and hugged the day-lights out of him. I was so indescribably happy to see him that I didn't know what else to do.
I pulled away and his eyes opened wide in shock when he saw my bruise. "What happened?" he asked me and a fresh batch of tears rolled down my cheeks. He pulled my in and hugged me again. "Hey, it's okay." He whispered, rubbing my back. I pulled away, drying my tears, and he helped me into the passenger seat of his car. He sat in the driver's seat but didn't touch the keys.
"Please, Willa, just tell me what happened." So I did. I told him about Jake and his drunken friends. About him slapping me. About Abby offering me a ride home. And about him feeling me up.
"I'm so stupid." I choked out between sobs, staring out the window. Finn placed his hand under my chin, turning my face to his.
"No, you're not. He's an ass hole with no life. You can't blame yourself. You deserve way better than that and you know it." I shrugged because I wasn't sure if he was completely right, but looked up and gave him a small grateful smile anyways. Glancing at the clock, Finn said, "We should get home." He started the engine and drove off.
The whole drive to Finn's house we were quiet. "Your house?" I asked when he led me up the driveway.
"Well, he knows where you live, doesn't he?" Finn asked, and I nodded. He was right, that would be the first place Jake would check if he was looking for me. All the lights were turned off in his house. How late is it?
"Sit down," he motioned toward the couch when we were inside. I sat and he left the room. When he came back, there was a pile of blankets in his arms.
"Sorry, I would offer to sleep in a bed, but frankly my room is a mess." He said and I giggled. He set the blankets on the couch and sat next to me.
"I'm really sorry about what happened." He whispered. I shook my head.
"Don't be. It wasn't your fault that I was dumb enough to go along with that."
"Oh, I was talking about nearly running you over," he joked. I laughed and shoved him good-humoredly. "I'm kidding. But, seriously, don't feel that way. And if he ever bothers you again, don't worry. Maybeck, Philby, and I will handle him." I smiled.
"What, you can't handle him yourself?" I teased.
"I bring you into my home and you insult me and call me weak?" Finn pretended to be offended. "Well, if that's how you feel, then I'll just take my blankets and go." He grabbed the pile off the couch and began to walk away. Then he turned back around, chuckling, and tossed them back to me. I rolled my eyes, but laughed too.
"Goodnight," I said, pulling a blanket over me.
"Goodnight," he said, walking toward the stair case.
"Finn?"
"Yeah?" he asked, turning around.
I got up and hugged him, "Thanks."
Aw. Well isn't that a sweet little one-shot? Don't be going on thinking this is a Filla story. I am so definitely Wilby all the way. This is more of a brother/sister friendship type thingy.
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