Oh fuck not him! I glare at him and can fill Adam right next to me. "What do you want Jake?" My ex looks down at me, looking me up and down, "We need to talk." Before I can even speak, Adam steps in, "She has nothing to talk to you about." I look at Adam a little annoyed, I know he means well, but damn I can speak for myself. "This has nothing to do with you Adam. I am allowed to talk to Clare if I want to." Adam steps closer to Jake, completely blocking me, I roll my eyes; not wanting to deal with the drama, I just walk away from them and head back to the kitchen. Once I make my way through the crowd, I finally reach the kitchen. I feel like I am being watch, but I shrug it off. It's probably nosey people wanting to know why Jake was causing a scene. I walk over to the counter where the bottles of alcohol are and grab a bottle of Grey goose, then walk out the front door.
Once I step outside the cold air hits me and makes me shiver. Not wanting to go back inside and chance running into Jake again; I decide to walk to my car instead. Once I get to my car I realize I left my clutch that has my keys and phone in it, somewhere in the house. I swear under my breath and put the bottle of Grey Goose on the ground. Just when I am about to sit down on the cold ground I hear, "Clare, we need to talk." I turn to face his direction and see he's right in front of the hearse. I sigh, "Jake we have nothing to talk about." He comes closer to me and now I am an arm's length away from him. "Clare, don't try playing the clueless game with me." I look at him confused, "Jake I'm not playing any game with you. I have nothing to talk to you about. I want nothing to do with you, so leave me alone." I step back to get away from him and he grabs my arm and slams me against my car. "Let go of me Jake!" He pins me so I can't move and leans in close to me and then kisses me.
I turn my face sideways breaking the kiss and try to wiggle free from his grip. "Jake seriously, get the fuck off of me!" He moves his hands to hold my wrists in only one of his hands. Then he uses his free hand to make my legs go on either side of his waist. My heart is racing and I can't seem to thing straight, I never thought this would happen to me. Oh my God, is he actually going to rape me? I feel his hand sliding up my leg to my inner thigh, "NO! Jake, NO!" His fingers are brushing against the outside of my panties, "Clare we both know you wore this outfit for me. Now quit fighting me, you know you want me back." I feel him slide my panties to the side and his fingers are close to entering me. NO! JAKE, PLEASE! NO!" I try to move and get free but he has all of his weight pinning me down. As if by punishment for trying to get free, he shoves two fingers into me hard. I scream, "JAKE STOP!" He pushes his fingers in me faster and harder, it's very painful and I can feel tears forming. "JAKE, PLEASE STOP!" He looks at me and is furious, Shut the fuck up Clare! You know you want this." I scream again hoping that may be someone will walk outside and hear me. He didn't like that he didn't have anything to cover my mouth, so I screamed again, "JAKE STOP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!" This must have pissed him off more; soon his fingers were out of me and he quickly started unfastening his jeans. I couldn't hold the tears in anymore, so I let the fall. I know I have to keep yelling because soon my mouth will be covered until he finishes. So with everything in me, I open my mouth and yell as loud as possible. "JAKE NO! SOME-"He covers my mouth and I close my eyes and shake my head. I know soon what is to come and the tears start flowing more.
The next thing I know I feel Jakes hands being ripped away from me. I open my eyes in time to see someone in a black hoodie punching Jake repeatedly in the face. I know I should be getting the hell out of there, but I can't move; I'm frozen. I see Jake bleeding and scooting on the ground away from the hooded figure. Once Jake is no longer a threat, the hooded figure comes over to me and gently takes my arm and leads me to the passenger side of the hearse. He opens the door and motions for me to get it. Not sure what he is capable of; I get in quietly and wipe my tears. He walks around and gets in. Soon we are on the road and the whole time we ride in deafening silence.
It doesn't seem like it took long at all, when he pulls up to a house. He parks the car and turns it off. He gets out and then is soon opening my door, gently taking my arm and gently pulls me out of the car and leads me to the front door of the house. I quickly figure out he lives here when he uses a key to let us in. Still in silence he leads me through the dark house to room. He turn on a light and motions for me to sit on the end of the bed, so this must be his room, so I sit on the bed. He digs through some drawers and then comes over to me with a shirt and sweat pants. His face is still covered but he finally speaks softly, "You'll stay here tonight and can go home in the morning. You can wear these to sleep in." He hands me the clothes and motions towards the bathroom.
I get up and head to the bathroom while I mentally cuss myself out for not holding onto my clutch. Before I shut the door I try to sneak a peak of this mystery guy, but he keeps his back to me. I shut the door and quickly change into the clothes he gave me, I hang my dress over the shower rod so it doesn't wrinkle and I look at myself in the mirror. I look like a mess, I clean the smeared makeup from my tears and then walk out of the bathroom and sit on the end of the bed again. Shouldn't I be nervous or scared? I have no idea who this guy is or what he is going to do, but I feel calm. He sees me sit down and grabs some clothes off his dresser and walks toward the bathroom. Just before he shuts the door I speak up, "Are you going to let me know who you are? Are you going to show yourself?" He shuts the door and doesn't answer.