I continued walking up the stairs, going over to Justin's room. I heard something smash against the wall, then cursing. Knocking on the door, I took a step back and waited for him to answer it.
"Justin, I need to talk to you."
He yanked the door open, stared at me long and hard, then grabbed me by my wrist, yanking me into his room.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, pinning me against the wall.
"I need to talk to you."
"What happened in the car. One moment I was in your car, the next I'm waking up in my bed."
"I put chloroform on a rag and held it to your face, it's as simple as that."
"Why would you do that?"
"Because you don't need to hang out with a monster like me."
"I already told you, youíre not a monster."
His face twisted into a snarl as he looked me in the eyes.
"What you say means nothing to me. In fact, YOU mean nothing to me. You were just some b!tch I kidnapped that would help me take my mind off things. And you know what, I really need to take my mind off some things right now."
He got closer to my face, his hot breathe hitting my skin and sending shivers down my back.
"Justin, what are you talking about?"
"I need to "destress." Remember when I first kidnapped you? That's what I told you I would do."
"Justin, youíre not thinking straight."
"Yes I am. I know exactly what the f*ck I'm thinking. I need to take my mind off things." He looked down at me, something flashing in his eyes. "And I know how I can do that."
He flung me over his shoulder, carrying me over to his bed. Throwing me down on it, he crawled on top of me, pinning me to the bed. His lips crashed onto mine, his hands wondering up and down my body.
I fought the urge to kiss him back, but part of me was telling me to just go ahead and kiss him back. So, I gave in. Honestly, I think it was the shots from earlier talking.
His hands made their way to the bottom of my dress, hitching his thumb underneath the hem before slowly sliding it up. I tensed up, knowing what he was starting to do. I placed my hands on his chest and tried to push him off me but he was too strong. He got my dress up passed my stomach before working skillfully, slipping it over my head, leaving me in my thong and bra. Reaching down, he undid his belt, throwing it off to the side before sliding his pants off, discarding them off to the side of the bed. He slid his shirt off next, throwing it to the ground with the rest of our clothes.
"Justin... Please stop."
He smirked down at me as he leaned forward, placing open mouthed kisses up and down my neck. His hands traveled down my waist to my thighs, spreading my legs with his hands and placing himself between them. His hands worked their way back up my thighs to my thongs, giving them a tug.
"Justin... Please don't... "
I heard the fabric rip as he slid them off of me. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tensed up, wanting all of this to just stop.
I heard him gasp and then his weight was lifted off my body. Opening my eyes, I saw Justin backing away from me, his back running into the door.
"Parris, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't realize what I was doing. This is why I didn't want you to be around me. You should just go."
He walked over to his clothes scattered on the floor. Sliding his pants back on, he grabbed his shirt and walked out of his room, slipping it on as he went.
I slowly sat up, looking around his room. He almost raped me. Almost, but he didn't. He realized what he was doing and stopped.
I got up, walking over to my dress. Picking it up, I slipped it over my head as I headed for the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I stared at myself, long and hard. If anyone didn't deserve someone, I didnít deserve Justin.
Walking out of the bathroom, I headed for the door. Opening it, I walked down the stairs, expecting to see the guys in the sitting room but no one was there. Looking towards the front door, I noticed it was wide open. Walking over to it, I peered out of it and saw the guys in the yard, huddled over something. Keeping my eyes on them, I made my way over to them. When I saw what they were surrounding, I gasped, throwing my hand over my mouth. Alex was laying on the ground, his gun in his hand and blood covering his chest.
"Walker's gonna pay for what he did," Riley said, tears streaming down his face.
"What happened?" I was finally able to voice. They all turned to face me, a few of them wiping at their faces.
"He answered the door. We didn't think anything of it till we heard screaming. Even then, we didn't do anything. We thought he was just yelling at some idiot for doing something stupid. Then we heard the shots. We came running out of the house, guns ready but they were already gone, speeding down the road."
I looked down at Alex's lifeless body one last time before looking at each of the guys. Then, I realized Justin wasn't there.
"I'm right here. What's going on out here?"
We all looked back towards the house to see Justin standing in the doorway.
"Why are you looking at me that way?"
We all stood there, staring at him, not wanting to break the silence. I was the first to speak.
"Justin, I'm so sorry."
"I'm the one who should be sorry. I mean, I almost raped you back there."
I shook my head, placing my hand in front of my mouth as a tear slid down my cheek.
"Justin, Alex is dead," I finally spoke up. Justin immediately froze, staring at me with shocked eyes.
"What? What do you mean he's dead? I just saw him."
This time, Riley spoke up.
"Justin, I'm sorry. It all happened so fast. He had answered the door and got into a heated argument with Walker and his gang. They pulled a gun on him and shot him."
Justin ran over to where we were huddled in the yard. The boys made a path for Justin, giving him space to see his brother.
"No, he can't be dead. He can't be."
"Justin, I'm so sorry," I repeated again.
"Why does this always happen to me? Why do I always have to lose the one's I love?"
Justin stood up, brushing his knee's off before wiping at his face.
"Walker and his gang are going to pay for what they did."
"Your hell right they are," the boy's added in unison.
"Mark. Luke. Take Alex's body to the Lake. You know what to do."
They all kissed their fingers, placing them on their foreheads before raising their hands to the sky. I stared at them, puzzled by what they were doing, but kept quiet.
Mark and Luke, Mark grabbing his hands and Luke grabbing his feet, picked Alex up and carried him towards the house. Everyone watched as they went, nobody saying anything.
Once they were inside the house, I turned and looked at Justin. He was staring at the spot Alex had been laying at, blood staining the grass. I walked over to him, placing a reassuring hand on his back.