“I’ll find my own way home.” I called behind me, trying to hide the shaking in my voice. Mr. Honor followed and grabbed my arm as I reached the door, turning me around to face him. My tears had begun to fall and as he looked at me with sadness, I could not stop them. He stared at me for a moment with pity. I wanted to scream. I pulled my hand from his grip and left, slamming the door behind me. I made my way down the dimly lit staircase. I realized my books where still in his car but I decided to leave them. It was taking all of my strength not to break down and cry. I just wanted to get as far away from here as possible.
Chapter Ten
I pulled out my cell phone and called Becka as I walked down the gravel road back to the main part of town.
“Hey!” she yelled into the receiver. I pulled it back from my ear and turned the volume down.
“Hey! What’s going on?” I asked, shouting back at her. It sounded like she was standing in the middle of a rock concert.
“I’m at the bar with Claire and a couple guys from school. I’m fucking wasted!” she giggled and I could hear people cheer in the background. “You should come! I heard Jeff thinks you’re fucking hot!” I searched my mind, trying to place Jeff but the name did not sound familiar at all.
“Where are you?” I asked but all I could here was laughter and loud music. After a moment, the line went dead. “Fuck” I mumbled to myself. My phone lit up and buzzed in my hand.
“Come get me.” I said as I answered.
“Where are you?” Mr. Honor replied. I pulled the phone back from my ear and read the caller I.D. It said ‘unknown caller’.
“Like you care.” I replied, not trying to hide my anger towards him. I felt completely rejected.
“I just want to make sure you make it home safely.” He replied and I could hear the frustration in his voice.
“I’m not going home. I’m going out.” I answered and clicked ‘end call’. I smiled to myself as I called Becka again. She answered after several rings and told me she was at a local club not far from where I was.
I made it to the club just before dark. The music could be heard from a block away. I was able to get inside with no effort. I walked through the crowded room scanning for Becka and Claire. I could not find them anywhere.
“Buy you a drink?” A man with dirty blonde hair asked from behind me, standing uncomfortably close.
“She doesn’t want a drink from you.” Becka called from a few feet away.
“Hey!” I shouted, so happy to see her.
“Come on, I’ll get you a drink.” She said, wrapping her arm around my waist and pulling me towards the bar. It was so loud I could barely hear myself think. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket as we did a round of tequila shots. I slipped it out and looked at the screen. It read ‘unknown caller’. I pushed it back into my pocket.
“Let’s do another!” I yelled and everyone around us cheered. I drank another down as several boys gathered around us.
“This is Jeff.” Becka said pointing to the drunken person beside her. He was lean but muscular and had an amazing smile.
“Hey!” I said, biting my lip.
“We work out around the same time, at the gym on campus. Let me buy you a drink.” He said, leaning in to whisper in my ear. I nodded and he held up his hand, signaling to the bartender to pour us more drinks. I slammed back the shot, grabbing the beer from Jeff’s hand to wash it down. It burnt but the effects were already taking hold and I just wanted to forget about the rest of the day.
My phone continued to buzz and light up in my pocket but I ignored it. I had made a big enough fool of myself for one day.
“Who’s this?” Claire asked, pulling the phone from my pants.
“It’s no one.” I panicked and reached for the phone. She held it back from me as she hit the answer button.
“Hello?” she answered and my cheeks burnt red with anger.
“She’s right here. You should hang out with us. We’re at the Rapture.” She said as she smiled and shot me a wink. “See you soon.” She hung up the phone, holding it out for me.
“Why would you do that?” I asked.
“You never told me you had a boyfriend!” she replied with mock anger. Jeff made a face and I quickly explained.
“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s just some asshole.” I said, waving away Jeff’s worry. He smiled and ordered us another round. I drank the shot quickly. The room began to spin around me with the thudding of the base from the music.
“Are you alright?” Claire asked as she grabbed my arm.
“I’m fine.” I replied, pulling back from her. “I just need to use the restroom.”
“It’s over there.” She pointed across the dance floor to a glowing sign that read ‘restrooms’. I nodded and began making my way through the crowd. I was pushed all over the place and by the time I reached the sign I felt like I was going to be sick.
“Are you alright?” A woman asked as I walked through the doors. Why did everyone keep asking me that? I pushed her aside and dashed into an empty stall just in time to be sick. A knock came at the stall door and she pushed it open.
“Can I get you something?” she asked. I shook my head no but she refused to leave me alone. “Come here” she said and held my arm, helping me off the floor. She pulled me over to the sink and rand the cold water. “Splash this on your face.” She said as she pulled my hair back. I did and immediately felt a little better. “Better?” she asked. I nodded my head and grabbed the paper towels she was holding out for me. “I think you should call it a night.” She said and I nodded my head again.
“Thank you” I whispered and turned to make my way back out to my friends.
Claire was practically glowing when I reached her side.
“You ready for another shot?” she asked and the idea made my stomach turn again.
“I think I’ve had enough.” I replied, embarrassed. She frowned at me and Jeff looked disappointed but he seemed to already move on to flirting with Becka.
“Call me tomorrow! We party like this all weekend!” she yelled over the music and everyone around her cheered.
“Okay” I said and made my way to the exit. As soon as the cool night air hit me, I felt more energized. I pulled out my phone to call my aunt who had not seemed to notice I did not come home after school. The phone lit up before I could dial. The caller I.D. read ‘unknown caller’ and I knew exactly who it was.
“What?” I answered angrily, the alcohol making me feel bolder than usual.
“You look like you have had too much to drink.” Mr. Honor replied, his tone bordering on angry. I glanced around the parking lot. He was leaning against his car a few rows away from me.
“I can take care of myself, but thanks for your concern.” I shot back and I could see him smiling.
“I’ll give you a ride.” He answered coolly. I rolled my eyes but decided I did not have much of a choice. All of my friends were entirely too drunk to drive.
“Fine” I replied, and hung up the phone. I tried my best to look angry but he continued to grin and all I could think about was kissing him again. He opened the passenger door and slid into my seat as gracefully as I could manage.
Chapter Eleven
We rode in silence for a few minutes as we made our way down the main strip. The streets were overflowing with people who were out having a good time. I wrapped my arms around my waist wishing I had eaten dinner before drinking.
“Have fun?” Mr. Honor asked as the muscles flexed over his clenched jaw.
“I had a great time.” I replied with more attitude than necessary. He stared ahead choosing not to respond. “Where are we going?” I asked after a few more minutes of uncomfortable silence.
“Back to my place, you need to eat something.” He said as he glanced at me from the corner of his eye. I thought about protesting but I was starving. I knew my aunt would not have much in the way of food at her house.
“I need to call my aunt. If she comes home and I’m not there…” I said as I dug my phone out of my pocket. He reached over placing his hand on the phone before I could dial.
“Send her a message. Tell her you are staying at a friend’s house. It won’t look good that you’re hanging out with your teacher.” He glanced at me, waiting for my approval. I nodded and he withdrew his hand. I sent a quick message letting her know I was spending the night with Becka. I could always say we had a change of plans when Mr. Honor took me home later on. I slipped the phone back into my jeans just as we arrived at the old warehouse. He parked the car and sat for a moment, thinking something over. Whatever it was, he did not share it with me. I felt incredibly nervous around him now. I pushed my door open and waited for him. He motioned for me to go up the stairs, placing his hand on my back as I walked. His touch was electric against my skin. I bit my lip and tried to think of anything besides his touch. As we made our way inside he went to the kitchen and began pulling things from the refrigerator. I sat down at a barstool at the island and watched him work.
He prepared a sandwich with a side of egg salad and a large glass of water. I waved the drink away but he pushed it closer, giving me a stern look. I picked up the sandwich and took a small bite.
“Thank you” I said quietly before taking another bite. He nodded, running his hands through his dark hair. He grabbed the bottle of liquor that still sat on the counter and poured a drink. I watched as he gulped it down and filled another, repeating the process several times. “I’m sorry…about earlier.” I whispered, avoiding his stare. He shook his head and thought for a moment before responding.
“I’m the one who should be apologizing.” He replied. “I should have never brought you here. I can’t do this to you.” My heart sunk at his confession. He gulped down another drink. I felt sick, not from the alcohol but from his words. I pushed back from the counter and headed for the door.
“You said that already.” I said angrily as the tears welled up in my eyes. Being rejected by him twice in one day was too much. I grabbed the door handle opening it slightly before he pushed it closed from behind me. I turned around to face him, a tear escaping my eye.
“I didn’t say I don’t want to, I said I couldn’t.” he explained as he wiped a tear from my cheek with his thumb. I wrapped my hand around his and pushed my cheek harder against his palm. “You don’t want this.” He said quietly as my face inched closer to his. I reached out and began unbuttoning his shirt again, this time with steadier hands. His body was hard and toned, his muscles flexed under my fingertips. I pushed the shirt off his shoulders and he dropped his arms, letting it fall to the ground. His eyes turned hungry and he lifted his wife beater up and pulled it up over his head. His body was muscular and tone. His fingers worked quickly to undo his belt as his eyes stayed locked onto mine. He pulled his belt from his pants and folded it over in his hand as he undid the button of his jeans. “You’re being a very bad girl.” His voice was laced with anger and wanting. I suddenly felt panicked when I noticed he still held the belt in his hand. “Come here.” He commanded. I pushed off the door and took a small step closer to him.
“What are you going to do to me?” I asked nervously. He grabbed my uninjured had tightly in his and pushed it against his bulging zipper. I gasped aloud as I felt him pushing back against my fingers.
“I’m going to punish you.” He whispered into my ear.
Chapter Twelve
His words sent a jolt of pleasure through my body, to my most intimate of areas. I rubbed my hand slowly against him as he rocked his hips to meet my rhythm. “That’s enough fun for you. Now it’s my turn.” He said darkly as he pulled me over to the other side of floor into a small bedroom. “In here I am in charge. In here you belong to me.” He explained but his tone changed as he looked at me. “We will take it slow at first.” He said as he walked back over to me. My eyes danced over the room. It was crisp white with a giant bed in the center. A small dresser sat next to it and a chaise lounge sat on the opposite wall. He grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me passionately. I relaxed against him as his hands slid over my hips. I reached out and ran my fingers down his stomach but he grabbed me. “You can’t touch me unless I tell you to. Understand?” I nodded so he would continue to kiss me. I did not care what he said at this moment. All I wanted was to feel him against me.