Chapter 16

Randy stood in the kitchen, leaning over the small island he toyed with the bag Punk had given him. Taylor would not even look in his direction. He hated it when she was angry with him and he wondered if he did what he was tempted to if she would feel closer to him or hate him. There was no doubt in his mind that she would give into him if he slipped her the pills and she would never know she had not acted completely of her own free will.

He retrieved a couple of soda's from his fridge and took them to the sofa. He sat one down on his scratched coffee table and took a seat on the opposite side of the sofa.

Taylor glanced his way and gave him a hateful glare before picking it up and opening the can.

Randy began to feel bad for ripping her out of John's apartment like he had. He did not have anything to offer the guards for a bribe as John did, but he did have enough knowledge of cars that he had been able to make a deal. Taylor would spend the night in his apartment and in return he would repair the engine of the guards car the following weekend.

He tapped his can and looked toward the door. He expected it to open at any time.

"Randy …" Taylor spoke softly but her eyes did not meet his. She kept them on her soda. "thanks."

Randy did not expect her to say that. He glanced at her with a confused expression.

"Um … for what?"

"For getting me out of John's."

"I kind of thought you wanted to stay with him tonight." Randy sighed.

"What John did for me tonight was so sweet." She said. "But he always goes too far and ruins it." She spoke to him like he was no threat at all. "I'm just not ready to go that far with him."

"I can't always be your excuse, Taylor. Do you really like John or are you just with him to avoid …"

"I'm not avoiding you." She told him. "I'm just confused about how I feel about John."

"Are you confused about how you feel about me too Taylor?"

"No. I know exactly how I feel about you."

"And?" he urged. He wanted to know where he stood.

"Randy, you don't want to hear it."

"Tell me." Randy closed his eyes. It was going to painful. He knew it would be.

"You are possessive Randy and you are out of control. You get your hands on something and you never want to let it go. I'm not a possession."

"I don't think of you as something I own, Taylor." He defended.

"do you have any beer?" Taylor wanted to drink. She wanted to just forget. Even if it was for a little while.

"In the fridge." She had already torn him down. There was no point in trying to win her affection.

She got up and retrieved the twelve pack Randy had yet to touch and sat it down on the coffee table. She took out a beer and drank it quickly. Randy watched her as she opened another and did the same thing.

"Whoa, slow down." Randy took the can from her lips on the third beer before she could turn it up. "Geeze what's up with you?"

"Stop acting like you're my father, Orton. Stuck in here or not, I'm still an adult and I can do as I want. If you're worried about me drinking all your shit, I'll replace it."

"I don't care about that." He told her. "I just don't want you to be sick. That's no fun at all."

"this is the only time I have to have fun." She whined and turned up her can. "I'm going to enjoy it. I don't care what anyone thinks about me anymore. I don't even know why I worry about being a godo person. It doesn't matter anymore. Not for me."

"I don't understand why you're talking this way." Randy inched closer. "Taylor, don't let this place change you. It's changed me. I don't want that to happen to you."

"Why not?" she turned to face him abruptly. "It should make you happy. Especially you."

"Me?"

Before coming to the camp, Taylor had never drank. She had never even tasted it. The alcohol hit her hard and fast especially when she drank it fast. Yet she grabbed a fourth and drank half of it down. Then she stood up and headed towards Randy's room. She pulled off her shirt and threw it down.

Randy was surprised as she stood in the bedroom doorway and began to unbutton her jeans. She slipped them off.

"What's wrong, Randy? Does it always have to be on your terms?" She disappeared into the room. "This is why you wanted me here tonight. Isn't it?"

Randy was unsure if he should follow. Was she playing a game with him now? Did she enjoy hurting men who tried to make love to her? He remembered what he had heard about what she had done to her step father. He wondered if she had set him up as her step uncle said.

He decided to follow her to the bedroom anyway. There was another reason he wanted to be with Taylor. One she would never guess.

Taylor was under the blanket in his bed, seemingly waiting for him. He felt he was dreaming. He had to be dreaming.

He took off his shirt and jeans and climbed into the bed beside her. he pulled her close. He was too shocked to move too quickly.

"Rather you believe me or not, this is not why I arranged for you to be here tonight."

"Shut up." She whispered and kissed him. Randy's lust took over the moment she touched his lips. His passion was could no longer be held back. He let his hands caress her body and slip her out of what little she still wore. He became aggressive as she relaxed beneath him. He was losing control and he had already crossed the line he knew he could not return from.

As he moved between her legs he felt her tense. He expected her to panic and noticed she was reaching out with her hands. She was searching for a weapon to save herself from what she had wanted. Randy grabbed her hands and held them to the bed.

"You don't have to be scared to give in …" he whispered. She began to fight him. Just as he had expected, Taylor changed her mind the moment the tip of his instrument threatened to enter her body. She tried to wiggle from under him. Randy held her hips still. He used his body to keep her down and he kissed her neck. "Relax." He whispered.