A slightly longer chapter than what I'd usually write, thanks to some comments from my readers. My apologies for taking so long, and to the one reader whom I'd promised that this would be out on Wednesday. =/ Enjoy.
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"Hey, watch it asshole!"
"You blind or something?"
A hand shoved me out of the way as I staggered towards a lamp post, leaning heavily against it. Damn, I could barely walk straight.
I blinked as my vision blurred, and the image of a man strolling down the road split into three. Were they triplets? I sank to the pavement, still gripping my six-pack.
I cracked open another tin and continued to gulp down its contents, the slightly bitter tang drenching my tongue. Just one week ago, I was this popular model who was king of the catwalk. Now, I'd been converted to some faceless drunk by the side of the road. Through no one's fault but my own, though.
Something buzzed in my pocket and I looked at the caller. Who the fuck would ring me at this time of night? It had to be at least 4am.
It was Chet.
My hand shook as I shook my head to clear off the haziness, and pressed the green button. "I miss you, Chet. I miss you so much. I want to see you. Now."
A pause at the other line. "I'm not Chet." Well, it definitely sounded male. "This is Ben."
Oh. Ben. The super-macho kid from my class who flirted with anything as long as it resembled a human.
"Yeah, Ben. What?"
"…You sound drunk. Where are you?" He'd never really seemed the caring type. Well, maybe looks could be deceiving.
"None of your business. Bye." I hung up and crushed the empty can. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone but Chet.
He hadn't even acknowledged my existence since that incident. Since I'd nearly raped him.
I hadn't wanted to be such a bastard, but I wasn't myself then. I despised what I'd done, and the animal that I'd become.
I forced myself to my feet. Time for me to get home, now that I'd downed all those cans. I bumped right into a muscled chest, and blinked at him as burly hands gripped my shoulders.
"Well, well. What do we have here? A pretty boy." He smirked at me as I looked him up and down. Cruel eyes and a chin covered with stubble stared me right in the face. Black leather crowned his entire torso, and dimly, I noticed that his goons were dressed similarly. One, two, three…four. Four of them.
I could smell their intent in the air, and recoiled in disgust. I slapped his hands off of my shoulders. "Get the fuck away from me, you lame bastards." Okay, so maybe I wasn't exactly the most diplomatic person when I was drunk.
He laughed and leaned close to me, gripping my chin with his dirty hand. I could smell his smoke-laden breath as he pushed me into a dark alley. "Yeah, pretty boy?" He gestured to his goons to keep an eye out as he started to grope my ass.
At his touch, I felt sick. Maybe if I puked on him, he'd give up. I elbowed him, or at least tried to. Fuck! If I wasn't so clogged up with alcohol, I'd at least manage to take two of them goons down with me.
I struggled against him, not wanting give in to such a loser like him. "Get…off of me, you sick pervert!" I spit on him, and I got lucky. He wiped spit from his left eye, and grinned at me, licking my saliva from his hand.
Ugh. I stared at his hand in horror.
That same hand delivered a punch to my stomach, and I coughed with obvious pain, clutching at where it hurt most. He shoved me face-first against the wall, hands busy unbuckling my belt.
I chuckled to myself. Maybe this was just deserts for doing this to Chet.
My black slacks pooled at my feet as he fondled my ass, licking his lips in anticipation of what was to come. The cold, brick wall scraped against my cheek as I braced myself.
"Ever been fucked by a real man before?" He smiled at me, thumb rubbing against my hole as he sucked noisily at my neck.
Damn, but being touched by such a bastard did
not
turn me on at all. I looked at him. "No, but you're not about to become my first." Just then, I rammed my head against his and reeled from the pain. He released his hold on me and cursed.
He wiped blood from his bleeding lip. "You're not going to like the consequences, fucker." He gestured his men to help him out.
"Yeah? Or maybe I'll die trying."
He launched himself at me, and punched me again in the stomach. God, that really hurt. I didn't know how many punches I threw, or how much pain I was in. Breathing hard, I spit blood on the floor, clutching at my side. Just then, my cell phone rang. We both stared at it, and then he picked it up. Sometime during our fight, it must have slipped out of my pocket.
"Ooh, it's Chet. Want me to call for help?" He grinned at me as I glared daggers at him.
"Give it back." It was Chet! He'd called me! Maybe he wasn't so pissed off anymore.
He held the phone to his ear. "Hey, Chet. Guess who's here, all bloodied up? Maybe you won't recognize him the next time you see him, because I'm about to fuck –" The phone was knocked out of his grip as I lunged at him.
I wasn't about to let him live, not after talking to Chet that way. Not my Chet. Hands held me down as he straightened his jacket.
"Coward. This just means you can't take me down on your own."
He gave a signal to his men and one of them drove a fist into my gut, causing me to grunt with pain. Another pair of hands spread my legs wide as the bastard whistled down at me, unzipping his jeans. "What a view."
When he positioned his cock against my ass, that's when I lost it. No way was I going to let him take me just like that. I struggled like a wild cat against those hands that held me down, and even managed to kick some guy at his chin. A punch hit me right at the jaw as several punches landed on my already bruised and battered body.
Vaguely, sometime during the struggle, I heard a commotion. Their grip loosened on me as they turned to face the intruder. On my last energy reserves, I lifted my head to see a dark silhouette in combat with those men. Then, I sank into blissful unconsciousness.
I was awakened by the feel of a warm, wet cloth on my face. Despite my pain, I turned towards Chet as he dabbed away traces of blood from my cheek, a pained expression on his face.
I lifted a hand to touch his cheek. "Hey, baby. Are you alright? Did they hurt you?" My voice barely resembled mine, and resonated as a mere whisper in the dimly-lit room.
"
Baka.
You're the one all beaten up. Just shut up and rest." Chet didn't seem like his usual emotionless self. Even his voice sounded as though he was on the verge of breaking down.
Groaning with pain, I forced myself to sit up. "Fuck! My whole body aches. I don't know where to start massaging first. Maybe you'd know the answer to that." I grinned at him, then winced as I nursed my broken lip.
"If you've got time to joke around, then you're not as broken as I'd thought you were." Chet snorted and left the room before I had a chance to defend myself.
Then, I had a chance to
really