Hidden(49)

“You go Katelyn,” Dillon urges.

“Okay. Never have I ever, had a threesome.”

Candice is the only one that throws her chip into the pile. Everyone’s eyes fall on her and she just shrugs. At first, I wonder if Dillon was involved, but he doesn’t throw in a chip and everyone seems a little put off. I know Dillon’s only been with her, so that must hurt. To know she’s done stuff like that while he’s been faithful to their friendship all that time. I guess it could have happened before him, but from everyone’s expressions, probably not.

We all take our drink and Ben breaks the silence. “Never have I ever had sex with a virgin.”

Of course, Candice throws in her chip and then smirks at me. I know she’s referring to Dillon. “It was still good Dillon, even though it was your first time.”

I feel him inhale and then his chest tightens up like he’s about to say something. I grab a chip out of his hand and whip it into the pile and then smile at Candice. Her eyes go wide and everyone starts to hoot and holler.

I feel Dillon shake with laughter behind me, his forehead resting on my back as he tries to muffle the sound. His arms give me a tight squeeze.

I know I’m sinking to her level, making it known that Dillon and I had sex, but she’s playing dirty and I can’t help it.

“It’s my turn!” Candice yells, breaking through the laughter. “Never have I ever watched two people having sex like a freak!” she screams at me.

The smile falls from my face. I glance around the circle at everyone’s expressions. It’s completely silent and everyone’s eyes are on me. All of a sudden, my stomach is queasy and my throat starts to burn. I can’t hold back. I lean forward as Dillon’s arms tighten around my waist so I don’t fall off of his lap and I vomit. It just keeps coming and coming. I hear laughter, but it sounds like it’s in a tunnel. They’re all laughing at me.

Dillon quickly lifts me and carries me toward the house. My stomach stops convulsing for a few moments and he manages to get me to the bathroom in time for the next round. I’m sweaty and my stomach hurts so badly. I lean over the toilet bowl gagging, but there’s nothing left in my stomach. He leans over me, rubbing my back until I feel like I got everything out. I feel like my insides are on fire.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He helps me to stand and strips my clothes off while I clutch onto his shoulders for balance. Then he turns the shower on. I see the steam start to fill the bathroom.

As my limp body is being dragged to the shower, I start having flashbacks and I’m transported back to that house.

“You’re a whore Amy. You let that boy fuck you. You need to wash his filth from your body.”

Forceful hands try to hold me still and carry me into the water. A guttural cry breaks loose from my throat as I scream over and over. “NO!” I dig my heels into the tile floor and claw at the arms holding me. NO!” I thrash my body trying to break free from the grip but it’s strong. It can’t be my mother. It’s him. I scream until my throat is numb, I dig my nails into his skin.

“Amy stop. Stop it!” I hear him yell. His grip gets stronger, holding me down. I won’t let him touch me like he touched my mother. I’d rather die. I buck my body and kick my legs but I feel weak and he’s too strong.

I let my body go slack and sob. “Please don’t,” I cry. “Please.”

“Amy, its Dillon.”

I hear several footsteps pounding up the stairway and loud voices behind the door, but it’s like I’m dreaming. I’m not sure what’s real. I hear pounding on the door and I hear yelling, but it sounds so far away.

“Dillon. Open the door, man.”

“We just want to help Dillon, open the door.”

“She’s okay!” I hear his voice yell at the door. “Amy, you’re okay,” he whispers softly in my ear as his arms wrap around my shaking body. “Amy, it’s me. You’re okay.” He slowly rocks our bodies back and forth.

“Dillon,” I whimper. I glance around the bathroom, slowly coming to the realization that I just had a major panic attack.

“It’s me. No one’s gonna hurt you. I just want to get you cleaned up. I’m gonna take you in the shower. It’s not hot, Amy.” He picks me up like a child. I wrap myself around him as he carries me into the water and slumps down to the shower floor holding me in his lap. I cry while the water pours over us.

“Something’s wrong with me. They all think I’m a freak. They laughed at me.”

“They didn’t laugh at you. They’re worried about you and you’re not a freak. You just had too much to drink and you’ve been so tired. You need to rest.”