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THE JUNKIE-CHAPTER 35

FITZ'S PERSPECTIVE

I sighed, closing my eyes, and possibly drifted off in my thoughts when someone pushed my arm away from my face causing my head to hit the table in front of me. I groaned in pain and annoyance to see Drew smiling at me.

I jolted up, moving as far back as I could.

"What are you doing here?" I asked in alarm.

"Come on dude, relax, since Eli's not at the cafe anymore, I don't have a friend. I have no one to talk to. And...neither do you so, why not spend time together?" He asked grinning.

My heart was beating out of my chest so hard that I could hear it thump through my head.

"I don't want to spend time with you," I whispered backing up as he kept walking towards me.

My legs grew week, my head felt heavy, and the tears were coming.

Feeling the pressure, again, was the worst part of this. I knew that Drew probably meant no harm to me, but then again, I don't know.

Every person on this planet has problems, and every person has a different way of expressing their problems.

"We can just have some fun," he whispered as my back came in contact with a hard bookshelf.

I groaned, ignoring it, trying to look for someone.

"Who are you looking for? No one's going to hear us..." Drew whispered.

Why was it that in every pressure situation I always went weak at the knees and I couldn't fight back?

Drew looked at me. He glared at me. I glanced into his eyes, as his chest pressed up against me. I didn't know what to do, or what to say. Whenever I was in situations like this, I would keep quiet knowing if I talked...I'd get in trouble.

My mouth opened to protest, but nothing came out. My breathing hitched when his cold finger tips pressed up against my cheek.

"No one's in here Fitz...just me, and you," he whispered as I whimpered in pain.

It was all coming back to me now. The memories had invaded my head at the speed of light. Tears dripped down my face, as I tilted by head back looking up at the library ceiling.

"I'm not gay," I breathed out.

Drew smiled and spoke, "I saw the way you looked at me Fitz...I mean, first I thought if I listened to Eli's problems and pity him, I'd possibly get him. But, no, he was too wrapped around Clare. But, he did mention you. And right then and there, I knew...I needed to get to Clare. And, who else would drive her besides a trusty friend? And, here we are. The guy who's so in love with his best friends girlfriend he can't even pull his head out of the clouds."

"What? How did you-? How could you-?" I tried to form questions, but they just didn't seem to work.

Drew laughed, his hot breath going down my chest, and he said, "It's clear as day Fitz. But, why not just...try and forget about it? I can...take your mind off it."

I tried to use my voice, but it wasn't working. I tried to use my hands, but they weren't moving.

"Please...please don't do this," I whimpered as his fingers toyed with my jacket zipper.

I closed my eyes, wanting to open them and see Clare.

Someone help me.

Drew placed his hands on both sides of my head forcing me to look into his eyes. He forced his lips onto mine, shoving his tongue through my solid lips, and his cigarette breath invading my mouth.

Help.

CLARE'S PERSPECTIVE

"Eli, I'm really nervous about Fitz, he hasn't called me back. He isn't like that Eli..." I told him as he just smirked shrugging it off and said, "Clare, don't be such a worry wort. Who know's maybe he met a girl."

I shook my head knowing he wasn't like that.

Eli's over sized shirt hung over my body as I rummaged through my coat pocket for my phone.

"Clare...why can't we just have a nice night together without worrying about someone else? I'm sure he's fine," Eli told me reassuringly as he flipped through the t.v. channels for something to watch together.

I sighed and looked at my last text message:

"Clare,

At the library. Hope you're okay.

-Fitz."

I breathed out, and said, "He's at the library."

"See, he's fine," Eli said smirking patting the spot on the bed next to him. I slowly sat down, still not convinced that he was okay.

I looked down at my feet, worried about him. What if something happened? What if...he was shot? What if he's dead at this very second? What if he was lying in a gutter, dead?

"You aren't going to let this rest, are you?" Eli asked. I looked into his eyes, and I said, "What if he's lying in an alley way dead somewhere Eli? This is Manhattan, not Toronto. It's dangerous to be at a library at one in the morning."

Eli sighed, stroking his hand on my spine attempting to relax me but it wasn't working. I stood up and started pacing.

"Clare, he's a big boy, he can fight his own battles," he said.

I turned to face him and asked, "How can you say that Eli? He was raped for Christ sake, and what would you say to that? He's a big boy and he can fight his own battles," I mimicked his voice mocking him.

Eli sighed and sat up, "Clare, there aren't any rapists that I...know."

Eli looked down, his face turning sheet white.

"What Eli? What did you remember? Eli," I shook him and he said, "Drew."

I licked my lips and said, "He's a nice guy Eli. He wouldn't do anything to Fitz. He doesn't even know who Fitz is. Why would you think of him?"

He sat there, in deep thought and said, "I remember...the night I saved him from the alley way. There was a couple of guys chasing him, and wanting money. It was raining...We came back into the cafe and I took my shirt off and he told me I was hot. I think he was gay Clare..."

I gulped.

What if Drew found Fitz? What if something was going on? What if Drew didn't know that Fitz wasn't gay and he was being...forced. All these thoughts raced through my head. I bit my lip, tears starting to fall from my eyes.

Eli noticed the alarm on my face and said, "I'll get the car keys."

FITZ'S PERSPECTIVE

I gulped nervously, sliding against the book shelf pulling my knees up to my chest.

The tears slowly rolled down my cheeks.

It was silent, except the sound of Drew buckling his pants.I sat in the library, on my birthday, crying my eyes out because I couldn't fight. I couldn't fight, I couldn't talk back, I just stayed silent as he took advantage of me.

"Thanks for a good time man," Drew said as I looked down at the floor letting my eyes pierce the ground.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked.

I kept staring at the ground. Not making eye contact.

Drew placed his hand on my shoulder and I jolted up quickly backing up away from him.

"Stay away from me," I hissed.

Drew laughed and I asked, "You think this is funny?"

He nodded and said, "You were practically begging for it."

Tears dripped down my eyes, as I used my sleeve to wipe the tears away. The pain that my brother had brought to me was indescribable.

But, knowing I was in control of myself with this Drew guy just showed how much...I didn't have a meaning in life.

I had no one to love, no one to look forward to when I go back to Toronto, I had no one. Now that Clare had Eli, she would eventually forget all about me. And, I was pretty sure that Eli had slipped out of my life ever since Clare came along. Why not just pull the plug? Why waste my time living this life that I am clearly not enjoying? They say to live your life to the fullest. How can you do that when you've been raped twice and no one to care about you except your best friend's girlfriend. I felt like shit depending on Clare, and I just don't want to deal with "life" any more. Why not...kill myself now?

"I know...I begged for every thing," I whispered. I continued whispering so that I could only hear myself, "I asked for all of it."

Drew nodded and said, "I'm glad that you agree with me." He kneeled in front of me, his face getting uncomfortably close to me.

My head shot up when I heard loud, familiar, footsteps.

"Hey! Get away from him!" I heard Eli screech.

I let out a huge sigh knowing that they found me. I was...safe.

My eyes shut, as I listened to Eli scream at Drew. I pressed my knees up to my chest tighter as I felt an embrace around my shoulders.

"It's alright...we're here..." Clare whispered in my ear as I wrapped my arms around her. I couldn't take it. I couldn't take the feeling of being alone. Of feeling alone. I hated it, it ate away at me until I was nothing. And now, I am nothing.

Why was it that even when Clare was here...I still felt as if I was sitting here alone.

I cried and cried like a baby, not knowing went to stop. Not knowing how else to communicate.

"Huh? Who the fuck do you think you are?" Eli screamed.

I covered my ears and I buried my head in Clare's embrace. "Eli, stop it," Clare told him as he let go of Drew. I saw Drew, who lay trembling on the floor, trying to find ways to breathe. No matter what happened, when Eli found me and I was in pain or hurt he would defend me.

And, that's why I was proud to call him my best friend.

"Fitz, can you hear me?" Clare asked as I felt nauseous and sick to my stomach. Clare lifted my chin up and glared into my eyes, "Talk to me Fitz."

I glanced into her lightening blue eyes that seemed to make me forget about everything.

Eli came over, kneeling next to Clare and both of them looking at me. Eli was out of breathe, and smirked at me. He touched my thigh and quickly moved it.

"He isn't talking," Clare told Eli.

I remained silent.

"Come on man, talk to us, what did he do to you?" Eli asked me.

I shook my head several times and Clare said, "Come on, we can bring him back to the apartment and he can sleep on your bed."

Eli nodded and we didn't move.

"Fitz, it's alright," Clare said. "We're here for you man," Eli continued trying to comfort me.

Sadly, nothing could "comfort" me but death.

I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. I forced out the words that meant the most.

"Just when I was starting to feel safe again, someone had to knock me down, and I break all over again..." I whispered crying into my lap.

Clare looked at me, and tears dripped down her face. I lifted my head up a couple of inches, as I watched Eli jolt up noticing Drew was starting to get up.

"Stop...just let him go," I whined.

"Get him out of here Clare," Eli ordered her as she gently helped me off my feet.

My eyes remained on the ground as Clare held my body close to hers, walking out the library not making eye contact and pretending I couldn't hear what he was telling Drew...

ELI'S PERSPECTIVE

"Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?" I asked him punching him one more time, causing his nose to shift.

I laughed when he didn't respond.

"Who do you think you are Drew?" I growled at him.

Drew shook his head, as I slammed his body against a book shelf causing the books to fall. I couldn't believe I would let this happen to my friend. I felt like the biggest asshole alive.

"I didn't mean to," he whined and I laughed.

I gripped his turtle neck shirt in my hand and I asked, "You didn't mean to? I bet you didn't fucking know he was raped before, huh? Now how do you fucking feel?" I growled at him, anger pulsing through my veins.

Drew's face turned to alarm, as blood dripped from his nose.

"Yeah...and guess where you're going Drew? Right next to that guy, in jail," I told him knocking him against the book shelf one last time as he slid to the floor.

I quickly pulled out my phone, and typed nine one one as they appeared on the screen.

What I didn't know was coming, was a loud crash and my sight going pitch black...

CLARE'S PERSPECTIVE

I waited impatiently for Eli to come back to the car, or police to arrive, but nothing. Fitz stayed, clung to me like glue, crying his eyes out. I wouldn't be surprised if he cried himself to sleep every night for the rest of his life. He was just so unlucky, and it made me feel like shit.

I felt so horrible knowing that Eli and I could have prevented this.

Instead of having sex, we could have prevented all of this from happening to Fitz.

But, who would have known that Drew was a rapist? Or, he just got confused and thought Fitz was gay.

Either way, this guy had to go to jail.

I sighed and stroked my fingers through Fitz's shaggy wet hair from the rain. When I did this to Eli, it would relax him. And, assuming it worked on all guys I tried to attempt to calm Fitz down by doing so. But, I didn't know what would make him stop crying.

"It's alright Fitz...you're okay," I whispered.

He didn't speak, just stayed silent, crying hysterically.

Where the hell was Eli?

I looked around through the foggy windows, and squinted my eyes, getting a glance of Drew running out of the library.

His face covered in blood, and limping frantically outside into the pouring rain.

My heart skipped a beat, Eli.

END OF CHAPTER 35

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