Um… Please don't murder me..
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS Sexual assualt! If you don't like don't read.. But if you don't mind please continue.. Pweety pwease.
Everyone in the room is asleep but Tucker.
He stands in front of the door silently willing it to open.
He clenches his fists so tight that blood starts dripping from them and staining the off white floors.
Suddenly the door rips open, almost hitting him.
He leans out to see who opened it; he is met by a glove over his mouth and a ski mask.
There's something different about this ski-masked guy; he has brown eyes with thick glasses on over the ski mask.
His body is scraggly skinny, and he is wearing a button-up white shirt with khaki pants.
He drags Tucker down the hall; he removes his hand. Tucker just stares at him.
Suddenly he kisses him; Tucker tries to wiggle away, but he presses Tucker against the wall with one of his hands and starts unzipping his pants the with the other.
Tucker kicks him right in the groin and runs as fast as he can.
The guy falls. His pants unzipped, Tucker keeps running until he runs into a giant ski-masked man.
The guy looks down the hall at the other man on the floor.
He grabs Tucker's arm and pulls him behind him.
"Don't get away." He says to Tucker.
He walks over to the man and gives him a look of disgust.
"Get out!"
The man scampers away like a sewer rat.
The other man turns to Tucker.
"I'm sorry about that; I should have kept my eye on him…" The man says sincerely.
Tucker just looks down the hall where the man just left.
The other man leads a numb Tucker back to the room and closes the door.
Hank and Evan are awake.
Tucker just walks over and takes a seat silent in the corner staring at the floor.