The music fades.
My heartbeat stops.
All the air from my lungs rushes out.
Landon has some girl pushed up against the wall. His hand is on her thigh under her skirt.
Landon must feel my gaze burning into the back of his head. He turns and his eyes land on me. I let the anger take over. I replace it with the heartache he is causing. He’s cut me deep, so deep.
The memories of prom flash through my mind.
Landon moves his hand and her legs fall from around his waist. I see her lips moving but Landon turns and walks away. He’s not hearing her or maybe he’s ignoring her.
I need to get the fuck out of here. I can’t let him near me. I open the front door and step outside. It’s raining harder. Declan, Holden and the rest of the guys are now standing on the porch.
“You okay, Macy?” Declan asks.
It sounds muffled like he’s talking through a tunnel. I look up to the sky. It’s dark like my mood, like my life. Without answering I start running down the stairs towards the street. I pull the hood of my jacket up shielding myself from the rain, the cold, but it doesn’t faze me. The bitterness from the cold slips into me and starts to crystalize the blood pumping through my body aiding me in shutting the emotions off, the torment of what I’ve seen, an image that can’t be unseen. How would he feel if these roles were reversed? If that was Holden or Will who had my legs wrapped around their waist, their hands up my skirt. How dare he…how fucking dare he?
A car coming down the street heading in the direction I’m going lights up the street. I step into the street. The car slams on its brakes as they spot me. I take off when I hear the door to Tim’s slam shut. I dash across the street towards the park that I passed on the way here. My heart starts pounding. I hear the swooshing in my ears. Fuck! The park is dark and eerie, somewhere I shouldn’t be by myself. I know this but I go anyway.
Landon catches up to me, “Macy.”
I don’t stop running. I go quicker, needing to flee.
“Macy, stop.” The wind picks up and pushes my hood off my head.
I spin around, my eyes narrow, body taut, ready for a battle. I start to shake my head. “You stop, Landon. Just go back to whatever her name is. Do you even know her name?”
He tries to look innocent. “I wasn’t doing anything.”
I fold my arms across my chest and laugh dryly, “Yeah, it didn’t look like you were doing anything. Did you feel how wet she was? How wet you made her from just giving her the time of day?”
I’m livid. He’s a fucking idiot if he thinks he can tell me he wasn’t doing anything.
“Yeah, she was wet. So what? Does it hurt you to know I made her wet?”
He wants to be the cocky asshole that he is to everyone else. Well, fuck that. Turning away from him I start to walk away. I take a few short steps and Landon blocks my path.
He nods towards his truck, “Let me take you home. You shouldn’t be walking out here by yourself.”
I shake my head, “Fuck you. I’d rather be out here in the rain then be anywhere near you.”
Landon nods, agreeing. “You hate me that much?”
I scrunch my nose up in disgust. “I hate you more than you will ever know, Landon.”
He smirks, “Good, we’re getting somewhere.”
I try to step around him but he blocks me again. I try again when he reaches forward grabbing me around my waist. I try to bat his hands away but he lifts me off the ground and throws me over his shoulder.
I pound on his back screaming, fighting, to get down. “Put me down or so help me God, Landon.”
We reach his truck that is parked just a little bit away. He opens the passenger side door and places me on the seat. I try to get up but Landon pins me with a look.
“I’m not going anywhere with you.” I repeat for what seems like the hundredth time.
Landon slams the door shut and walks around the truck. I reach for the door handle and open the door. I swing my legs over the seat and I’m about to hop down when he grabs my arm stopping me.
“I’m taking you home.” He says coldly. He puts the keys in the ignition but doesn’t start it. Turning his head to the side he takes me in.
My body trembles and I run my hands up and down my legs. “Let’s go. Take me home so I can get out of these soaking wet clothes.”
“I’ll show you wet.” Landon mumbles under his breath.
I gasp, my eyes finding his, and I see the seriousness in them.
“In your dreams.” I huff and sit back adjusting my shirt. I try to hide from him. There is no hiding though. Landon sees the hurt, the pain, the darkness. Landon leans over, his body like a magnet, and slips his hand around my neck. I don’t move, don’t pull away. I should but I don’t.