AN: So after all those short chapters I have a decently long one for you guys haha. And I have part of the next chapter written already, so I'll try and keep turning them out in a timely fashion since you guys are so kind as to give me lovely reviews
When the kids reached their destination, they all piled out of the car. Billy and Charlie Hogan grabbed the necessary ingredients and began to pour drinks. Richie started a fire while Sadie watched from afar. Ace watched Sadie and smoked.
As the sun began to set and the sky turned a beautiful color of pink, the Cobras were beginning to show their weakness to the drink. Charlie Hogan was passed out in a raggedy old lawn chair they had brought along. When the other boys noticed they laughed and made fun of him. By making a mistake of this caliber, he would be sure to be ranked out as a pussy for the rest of the summer. Or at least until another member of the gang made the same mistake.
Sadie was sitting on Richie's lap. She was not drunk, but she was tipsy and sleepy. After a while, her boyfriend began to have a case of Russian hands and Roman fingers and she grew tired of it and got up. Billy and Eyeball continued their conversation on how Billy might convince a girl named Marie to sleep with him.
"Fat chance." Sadie thought to herself. She knew Marie, and while she wasn't a beauty queen, she was a nice girl. She would never even give someone like Billy the time of the day. Not because she thought that she was better than him, even though she was, but because Marie was not the kind of girl to waste her time on someone mean and stupid like Billy. Although he was her brother, Sadie often had difficulty thinking very highly of Billy. She felt obligated to make Vern into something better. He was a good kid, and he could make it to be a good man, with a little help from a caring sister.
She began to toe at the soft dirt in the ground. She was ready to go home. She wished that Billy would get a girlfriend. At least that way she'd have someone to talk to on occasions like this. She wandered a little further away from the group, lost in her thoughts. She began to day dream about Richie. How one day he would have a job and buy her a pretty bracelet like he was always promising. She was still young and hopeful enough to believe that maybe he would change and man up. In a few years she would be too cynical of the world to even consider wishing for something like that.
"Hey." Ace said as stepped out of the darkness.
Sadie looked around, "Hey." She returned.
"Do you wanna go see it? Where we found him last summer? It's real close by."
Sadie knew he was talking about that Brower kid. She wondered why he was being nice, conversational. He usually got so mean when he drank. She started to say no to him. She didn't care about a long dead kid from last summer who had turned into some kind of legend over the months. She was also suspicious of Ace. He was being very unlike himself. But the alcohol had taken its effect and her inhibitions had been compromised. "Ok. Yeah, I wanna see it." She answered.
Ace smiled, satisfied, and lit up a cigarette. "Can I have one?" Sadie asked, unsure of this new, friendly Ace Merrill.
"Yes, you can." Ace handed her one and smiled again. "Come on." He began to saunter up the train tracks and Sadie followed, looking back at her laughing brother and boyfriend near the fire only once.
Ace found the spot and turned off the tracks. He gave Sadie his hand to help her down the steep incline. "Right here." He said. "We coulda been heroes. Those little faggots, they took what was our's."
Sadie nodded. She knew all about it. Billy had practically killed Vern when they'd both gotten home. She didn't understand it though, not really. What did it matter? She felt sorry for the kid. For his mother and father. They must have been so sad. And the kid must have been so scared, having to die in the night with nobody around. She thought it was awful.
"You know, you're really beautiful, Sadie, baby." Ace said smoothly.
"Huh?" Sadie asked, confused. For the most part Ace usually ignored her. He stared at her all the time, sure, but he never really talked to her. He would talk to her through Richie sometimes. "Hey, Eyeball, ask your girl to bring sandwiches tomorrow." He'd say while she was standing right there, in ear shot of his request.
"I said you're beautiful. You look like a movie star or somethin', you know?" He took a few steps closer to her.
"I…Richie…he wouldn't like this. He wouldn't like us out here alone together. We should go back." She stammered out.
"Who's gonna tell him? I sure the fuck won't." Ace smiled slyly. He reached out for her, put his hands on her waist.
Sadie tried to step back, but he tightened his grip on her. Fear began to set in. Why had she followed him? She knew something was wrong. It was too unusual. Why hadn't she listened to her intuition? "Ace," she said quietly, "Please let me go back. I won't say anything. I promise, I won't. Just let me go back to the fire. Richie wouldn't like this..he'd.."
"Fuck Richie. He won't do shit." Ace stepped in even closer, making the space between their two bodies almost non-existant. He lowered his head to her's and kissed her, his tongue parting her lips and moving back and forth around in her mouth.
Although it terrified her, it also made her weak in the knees. Regardless, she needed to get away. She needed to get back to Richie or Billy or someone. Even passed out Charlie Hogan would be an improvement to the situation.
She pulled her head away. "Ace..I don't want to do this. I don't want to." She said. She wasn't crying, she was too scared and confused, but she was upset and it could be heard in her voice.
"Just shut up, alright? We're not going to do anything you haven't already done. I know Richie broke you in, so just shut up and this will all go a lot smoother." While his words were angry, his voice stayed calm and almost soothing. He roughly unbuttoned her white blouse and began to run his hands up her thighs and under her skirt.
At that moment, something took hold of Sadie. Something animalistic and instinctual. She suddenly drew her fist back and hammered it forward, into Ace Merrill's smug nose.
He cried out in pain, anger, and surprise, and Sadie had time to see it gush a geyser of blood before he stumbled backwards and fell down on his bottom in what would have been a very comical scene, had she not been scared out of her mind.
"Run!" Her mind screamed, but her legs did not get the message and she lingered for a few seconds too long. Ace was up on his feet and wiping the blood away from his nose and mouth. "Bitch!" He spat.
This got her moving. She turned and sprinted one step before he yanked her back down on the ground by her ponytail. Now he was on top of her, breathing a mixed scent of Camel cigarettes and alcohol into her face. "Why can't you just listen? Why can't you just listen to what I say? We could have done it the easy way, Sadie, baby."
Sadie was silent. She didn't know what to do. He was so much stronger than her. "You tell Richie, or your brother, or anybody about this, and I'll deny it. Say you came onto me. I couldn't resist cuz, hey, I'm just a guy right? How am I supposed to say no this fine piece of ass just beggin to be undressed? You're the one who followed me out here. Who do you think they'll believe? Who?" He asked smirking down at her.
Still, she was silent. They both knew the answer to that question. She gave up the fight. She still struggled against his weight, but mentally, she knew she didn't stand a chance. His hands were all over her. "If I get up, are you going to run?" He asked her. She shook her head. He would just catch her anyway. Catch her and maybe beat her. Then he'd have his way anyway. He wouldn't be nice about it either.
Ace kissed her roughly and quickly on the mouth, twice, and raised himself up off of her so that he was standing on his knees. "I've been dreamin' about this for a long time now, Sadie, baby. A long time." He unzipped his black jeans.