Chapter Seventeen
THIS CHAPTER HAS MATURE THINGS IN IT! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
"Wade," I say as he backs me into the room. "What are you doing here?"
He smirks at me, "Did you like how things went down tonight at Raw? How we dominated Cena, the ring, and even the announcers?"
I can't believe he just asked me that. Did I like watching as a friend of mine's husband was beat down so bad they took him out on a stretcher? Hell no. Did I enjoy seeing Jerry Lawler and Micheal Cole get attacked by men twice their size? Of course not. "No, no I didn't. I thought you were in this to show everyone what a mistake they made by not letting you all be superstars. Not to try and kill others."
"It wasn't trying to kill them. We *hic* proved out there tonight that we are a dominate force," Wade smirks. He's looking at me with dark eyes and I have to contain a shudder. I can't let him see me terrified. That would probably end up badly. Not to mention he's drunk. I may not be straight edged but I have enough common sense to be able to tell that when someone is drunk, their perceptions of the world change.
"It was still dispicable," Wade is only a few inches away from me and I can smell whiskey and beer on his breath. He and the others must have had a real party.
Wade smirks at me, "You know nothing. But that? That was just phase one. Phase two will get much, much worse. So..." he places his hands on my hips and pulls me closer, "Are you in for the rest of the plan?"
"No," I say, struggling to step back. He's strong and I can't make him let go of me. "Let go or I'll kick you in the balls."
He laughs and shoves me back onto the bed, "You're threatening me? Meghan, I don't think you want to do that."
I pick up my book and throw it at him but he just catches it and looks annoyed. I'm running out of options. I scoot against the head board as he gets closer, actually climbing up onto the bed with me. Now I can place that dark look in his eyes. It's lust. "Get away, I'm warning you..."
"Warning me?" Wade grabs my leg and forcefully pulls me down towards him. I never thought one man could be so strong. "What are you going to do if I don't go away? Call Chris? Newsflash: he's a floor above you and probably asleep by now."
"Someone will hear me, even if it's not Chris!" I growl.
"You wanna know who'd hear you? Let's see, the room to your right is Justin and Heath, the room to your left is Micheal and Skip. The room against the hall is me and David. The other two rooms on this part of the hall are unoccupied. No one will hear you." Wade sneers as he forces my nightie up. There have been times in my life where I've been mortified and unable to fight for what I wanted. Like before I started training with Brett Hart. But this? This is humiliating and I can't fight back. All that will happen if I scream is one of the NXT boys will hear me and come over to help Wade. So I close my eyes, not fighting back. I can hear him get off the bed and I take my chance. I bolt to the door but before I know it, Wade has a hand over my mouth and is flinging me to the floor. I land on my stomach and Wade growls "You're not getting away before I get what I want..."
He keeps one hand around my mouth and in the silence of the room I can hear the sound of a zipper being unzipped. Before I know it, I can feel one of Wade's legs on either side of mine and suddenly he pushes in, invading my body. My eyes well with tears. I'm being raped. I close my eyes, pretending it's anyone but Wade. But I can't forget that because he leans forward and whispers in my ear, "You're as sweet as you look." That sickens me and as he finishes with loud grunts and moans, I collapse to the floor. I curl into the fetal position and wrap my arms around my knees. Wade gets up, zips up his pants, and kicks me in the gut. "That wasn't half bad. See ya around, Meghan."
As he leaves I just lay there. I want to call Chris but like Wade says, he's probably asleep and it hurts to much to move. So I decide to just lay there on the ground. Chris will find me in the morning. Then I can tell him what happened.