Here's the next chapter! This chapter (or at least the first part) was exciting to write, and I hope you're excited to read it! Once again, thanks lots to dreams of evermore for the idea. (:
I decided to leave this rated T, because I won't be writing anything into great detail. This chapter does involve a mature theme (I'm sure you all already know what the mystery guy is planning on doing), but again, I won't be going into detail, so you don't have anything to worry about.
Also, this chapter will skip POVs a couple times. I'll note who's POV it is each time.
Juliet's POV:
I could feel the dew on the grass soaking up into my thin tank top and reaching up to my back. I threw my hands frantically above me, trying to stop this person from holding me down, wanting any chance to get away or scream for help. The person, whose facial features I couldn't see because he was leaning away from me and had his hood partially covering it, pinned my arms down clumsily with his legs and kept his hand covering my mouth. I tried to kick out with my legs, but somehow he was holding them too.
He leaned over, face to face with me, and laughed. The piercing smell of booze hit my nose and I turned my face away, but he pulled it back. I finally got up the courage to look at him, and was shocked to realize that I recognized the face. It was Adrian Ryan.
I could feel my eyes widening and a gasp caught at the back of my throat. I stopped fighting for a moment, and he grinned. It was an evil, disgusting smile that made me want to hurl and punch him in the nose at the same time. I squirmed beneath him, but I couldn't get away, he was too heavy. I kept trying to scream, but they came out muffled and soft. I shook my head back and forth, trying to get his hand off of me, even if just for a second.
Minutes had passed, and there was nothing else for me to do. He was too much stronger than me and wasn't giving up. He lowered his lips to my ear and whispered in his drunken voice, "Juliet, you should…know something about me." He laughed as if he was telling the most hilarious inside joke. "I always get what I want. You're no exception, no matter what hot stuff you think you are." His voice was cruel and heartless and cold. It was rare when something made me cry, but this did easily. Now I knew that there was no way out of this unless some miracle came along, and the tears were flowing from my eyes and sliding down the side of my face onto the grass. If his hand hadn't been covering my mouth, I would have been sobbing loud, racking sobs.
He pulled his hand away and immediately mashed his lips onto mine. I could taste the alcohol on my own tongue now, and it made the tears come faster. He pulled away for a moment, giving himself a moment of triumph that I was going to let him do this to me.
I caught my chance. "HELP!" I screeched at the top of my lungs. I don't think I'd ever yelled that loud. "Help! Please help!" I cried, my voice cracking.
And then Adrian's hand was covering my again, and he sent the other hand crashing against the side of my face, sending a wave of pain around my eye and my cheek. "Shut up you little bitch!" He growled, pushing me harder against the ground. "You'll do whatever I want you to, and you'll like it." I knew what was coming next. I shut my eyes tight, singing the Taylor Swift song, 'Change' in my head and hoping it would be over soon. I could feel his hands pulling at my cotton shorts and felt my tears keep streaming down my face and stinging my eyes.
Spencer's POV:
I walked along the sidewalks in Arbor Heights, the wealthiest neighborhood in Westchester. It also happened to be the neighborhood of the future most popular girl at BOCD. Juliet Harrington.
I didn't have to question that fact, or doubt it at all. I knew that the moment she stepped one high heeled foot into the doors of my school, she'd be worshipped by all. Well, maybe not by all, but she would surely rule the school. All the guys would be all over her and all the girls would want to be just like her. And she was perfect for the job.
I for one would not be one of the stupid losers fawning over her. To me, she wasn't 'Juliet Harrington: the coolest, most fashionable, prettiest, most ah-mazing in general person in the world'. To me, she was just some bitch I hated. I mean, come on , the girl slapped me across the face. Literally. Was I supposed to just take that and do nothing about it? Hah, no way.
I was armed with several cartons of eggs, some spray paint, and plenty of toilet paper. I planned to throw the eggs against her house, and particularly at her window, then TP her house, then happily spray paint some choice words about her on her garage. It might be immature, but at least it would slightly quench my anger.
As I walked along the perfectly placed sidewalks in my favorite black ballet flats, I couldn't help but doubt what I was doing. I knew I was buzzed, I'd just downed several shots of Tequila. And over the past view days, I had been thinking that maybe I'd been a little…or a lot out of line. But she still hit me, and left me with a red cheek to explain to my mother, and she deserved this. I walked faster, just across the street from her huge and perfectly beautiful house.
And then I heard the scream. I jumped and my hand fluttered up to my throat as I heard it, my blood turning to ice and my lips paling. This was no fake scream. This was a scream of fear-no, absolute anguish and terror. This was a blood-curdling scream of only three words, 'Help, please, help'. This scream made me afraid. Without even thinking, I started sprinting across the street toward the sound. It was coming from Juliet's backyard.
My feet made light thuds as I ran as fast as I could. I guess my adrenaline kicked in or something, overtaking my own fear. I ran straight into her backyard, and was shocked to see her lying on the ground with a black-clothed figure pinning her down and pulling her shorts off. Juliet struggled feebly beneath him, her eyes shut tight and her lips moving slightly. My heart had stopped, but then Juliet turned her head toward me and opened her eyes. My heart started beating again, now very quickly, when her eyes widened. I could see all of her emotions there, the walls I'm sure she usually kept up now totally let down. There was fear and horror and sadness. But there was one other thing, something I would never have even imagined to see in her usually strong and fierce blue eyes: helplessness.
With that, I was sent off running again. I knew I was stupid for trying to help her, when I could very well be swept up into this mess along with her, but I couldn't just leave her there. The figure on top of her was now undoing his own pants and not even paying attention. I took this chance and football tackled him, my brain not even comprehending anything I was doing. He hadn't been thinking of anything but what he wanted to do, so he was easy to get off of Juliet. He grunted and glared up at me from a few feet away from his victim. When he saw who I was, he laughed.
"Hey sweetheart. Want to get in on this action?" It was Adrian Ryan. That pig. I pulled out my cell phone and started dialing 911, and his eyes immediately widened. "Woah, woah, no need for that!"
And then he was gone, running out of the backyard and into the street. I looked down to see Juliet still on the ground, now curled into the fetal position and sobbing while trying to get her shorts back on. I was surprised to feel my heart ache as I stared at her, feeling horrible for what she'd just been through. I dropped to the ground and grabbed her hand, to which she winced. "It's okay, it's okay Juliet. You're safe now, he's gone."
Juliet's POV:
I looked up and everything was fuzzy and blurred through my tear-filled eyes. My mind was racing, but I was thinking of nothing but what had just happened, trying to comprehend it. I winced as someone touched me, and I could still smell alcohol in the air, but it wasn't the same kind. I stared around blankly, surprised to see not Adrian sitting next to me, but Spencer Solomon.
And then the world came back into place. My brain started working again, and I realized where I was. I was lying on the grass in my backyard, curled up like a crazy person in the fetal position, my knees up by my chin and my arms wrapped around myself. My face was wet and sticky with old tears and new ones, and the right side of my face hurt. I started to put things together.
Adrian Ryan had just come into my backyard and tried to rape me. Spencer Solomon had just saved me. Oh. My. God.
Tears came faster as I sat up, my head spinning. Spencer looked at me, her eyes shining with concern. Why was she concerned for me, she hated me, and I hated her. "Are you alright, Juliet?"
"I'm fine." I whispered, realizing that my voice was strained and I couldn't talk any louder. I quickly got up, nearly falling over from dizziness. I took one look at her and looked back down to the ground. I couldn't believe she'd just seen my like that, and I couldn't believe she'd just saved me from being raped. I couldn't believe I'd almost been raped. It was too strange. You see it on the news all the time, but you never imagine it could happen to you. I quickly wiped my eyes, ignoring the sting of my right eye and cheek. I remembered that Adrian had hit me. I took a deep breath and looked up at Spencer, who was now standing a few feet away from me.
"Do you want me to call the police?" she asked quietly, holding her Blackberry out for me to see.
My stomach dropped. "No. No, please don't." I couldn't have everyone thinking I was some helpless, weak girl.
She nodded confusedly. "Okay. But I think maybe you should go tell your parents or go to the hospital or something, I mean-"
"No!" I said as loud as I could in my whisper-voice. "I don't want anyone to know about this, please." I stared straight into her eyes. I knew my eyes were showing weakness and pleading, but I didn't even bother to try to hide it. "Can you please keep this between you and me?"
She looked conflicted and unsure, and bit down on her lip. "I don't know, I think you should get help or something."
I shook my head quickly, my now damp hair sticking to my back. "Look, as much as I hate to say it, I'm begging you to keep this secret for me." I took another deep breath, trying to ignore the smell of tequila on Spencer's breath. "I'll be nice to you, even in public. I'll hang out with you with the Pretty Committee." I knew she would have heard of us already, everyone had. "Maybe one day I'll even let you join and be with us. Please."
She nodded lightly. "Fine. I'm just concerned about you-"
"Thank you, but you don't have to worry. I'll be fine." I took her phone from her and swiftly added my number into her contacts list. "Call me tomorrow afternoon." I started walking quickly away, heading back through my back door. I turned back and managed the smallest of smiles, keeping out all emotions that were trying to force their way into me. "Thank you, really." I turned away again and walked inside, not knowing what would await me in the morning.
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Hugs and Kisses!
~Rosie
