The night was a bit warmer than usual when Aimee stepped out. The noise from the party was silenced by the crickets. Her cheeks felt hot when her cold fingers touched it. Alexander was beside her, talking about small things as they made their way to the gazebo that was just built.
"How are you feeling?" Alexander ask when they both sat down. The view of the velvet black sky with diamonds was laid out in front of them with a few lights from houses shone here and there.
"Sleepy," Aimee mumbled incoherently leaning slightly against him. Alexander placed her upright, smiling. He took in her flush cheeks and heaving chest. He can just imagine this was her in bed.
"Aimee, I have to tell you something."
Aimee blinked, trying to focus. She was outside in the gazebo with Alexander. What happened to the party? Her brain was awake but her body said otherwise.
"Mmm…" Was all she said.
"Ever since I met you, I couldn't stop thinking about you. You're different than other girls, Aimee." Alexander said. Aimee was now fully awake when she heard him talk.
"What are you saying?" She ask, gripping the edge of the bench.
"I think I love you,"
Aimee's heart pounded not in a good way but a horrible way. As in not wanting Alexander way. She couldn't think him as a lover to her. More as a friend.
"I…I…" Aimee was at a loss for words.
"I love you, Aimee. Please say something," He said softly cupping her face. She felt like running away but since she doesn't know the layout of outside, she was trapped.
"I don't love you," Aimee said. "You're more of a friend to me, Alexander. Please don't take it the wrong way,"
Alexander absorbed in what she said and slowly his hands fell away from her face. A friend? He was crushed more than ever. Never had he been rejected by a girl. He suddenly got angry.
"No! I won't be more than friend!" He said harshly, grabbing her upper arms harshly.
"Stop! Please!" Aimee shouted, twisting her head side to side. "You're drunk!" He grab her face, smashing his lips upon hers. Aimee screamed inside her mouth as she punched, slapped, and pinched. He wouldn't let go.
Alexander broke the kiss, looking at her swollen lips. God how he longed to kiss them.
"Let me go!"
"You won't survive in the woods, Aimee," Her heart lurched. She was blind. She was helpless. She only did one thing: screamed and managed to escape from the gazebo.
Aimee felt two hands grab her. Her bottom met the grass and she was forced to be pulled by her arms. Her heels dug into the grass, her dress having grass stains. She was alone. Aimee used her toes to kick her shoes off. Someone should find them.
Alexander's house was nearing and she was shoved inside. Her body landing on the bed. She was in a vulnerable position.
"No!" She shouted. Alexander slammed the door shut and locked it. To make sure, he placed a chair underneath the knob. No one's getting in or out. He pushed her back onto the bed. His thighs pinning down her thighs. Her sleeves were ripped open, revealing a chemise peeking.
Aimee screamed, wiggling her body but he pinned her arms down after her top was pulled down to her waist. Only her chemise was the barrier between her breasts and Alexander's hands.
Aimee head swiveled to the side when he slapped her, leaving her dazed and light headed. This gave him the advantage to slip his hand under her chemise. She closed her eyes, letting the tears escape down. She was helpless. And she wanted to crawl away.
Suddenly she felt the weight of Alexander being lifted off, and she opened her eyes hearing a scream then a yelp.
"Never treat a woman as if they're a piece of meat," A fist landed on Alexander's face as he fell to the floor. Erik…. Aimee's mind answered.
Aimee curled into a ball, clamping her ears to shut out the bones crunching and a scream from Alexander.
"Don't kill him!" Aimee shouted. All noises ceased as Erik knocked him, dropping to the floor.
"Give me a reason not too!" He hissed, squeezing his throat.
"Let Matt handle it. Please," Aimee said. With a sigh, Erik knocked him easily out. Alexander dropped to the floor, unconscious.
Erik straightened out and kneeled in front of Aimee. She felt a leather gloved hand caress her cheek and with a cry, she flung herself onto him. Erik wrapped his arms around her, letting her release everything that she held in. It wasn't long before her crying was reduced to hiccupping, which Erik found adorable.
"H-how did you find me?" She ask. Erik swipe his thumb back to catch a faint tear.
"I was carefully watching you the entire time. from the boring party up until now. Aimee, are you okay?" Erik touched her red cheek and she flinched, but didn't move.
"I am now." Aimee placed her hand directly on top of his hand. He looked down at her attire. Her chemise was wrinkled, the arm sleeves were ripped. Her hair was a bird's nest mess. He still think she was beautiful.
"I'll take you back to your room," Erik said standing up.
"Wait! I want to leave something to let someone know what'd he done," With a nod, he let her hand go. She wiggled out of her dress and stood only in her chemise. She placed the dress on the bed; and clasp her hand into his. Erik, being a gentleman, placed a cape over her.
"I don't want to go to my room, yet. I'm not ready to face Matt."
"I'll take you to my lair then,"
Author's Note: Please don't kill me. Was anybody surprised or not surprised that Christine and Matt are together? no? Okay.
