erotic ; spencer reid

chapter 28

A/N: ⚠️ trigger warning (sexual assault) this chapter contains uncomfortable real life issues.

Angela's point of view:

One minute I had full control over my arms,
the next I find myself on a coffee table
dancing to The Weeknd next to Derek.

" Take it off!" Garcia gawks.

I haven't been this drunk in weeks.
Stumbling off the table, falling into a pair of scrawny arms.

Glancing up to a new face.
His eyes dark, before he steadies my body.

" C'mon, you need some water" He grabs onto my hands, pulling me through the crowd.

At this point, my heads absorbing every single noise in the room.
The music vibrating through my body.

Finally coming present when realising we're in a bedroom.

" I just need Spencer".

I repeat, yet he lays me down on the bed.
Is this Spencer?

Attempting to pull myself up, he smooths my hands down on the bed.
My body rejecting the feeling, tingles running through my body,
not the butterfly kind, the scratch your skin off kind.

" Please stop, no!" I try and shout.

He shushes me, moving towards the end of the bed.

I can't move,
The paralysing feeling runs through my body.

" Spencer!" I yell.

The music would be impossible to hear anything over.

My hearts pounding,
trying to find any strength to move my body.
Fucking sit up.

His hands slide up my legs, reaching the bottom of my skirt.
My eyes shut.

It all feels slow motion.
The door bashes open, violently hitting the wall.

My eyes are glassy from the tears but I can make out a figure.
It's Drew.

He storms over to the bed, throwing the guy against the floor, before rushing back to me.

His eyes sympathetic, helping me up off the bed.
Slinging my arm over his shoulder, he supports my whole body weight when walking down the hall.

" I'm gonna throw up".

He acts quickly, directing us out the front door, down to the sidewalk.

Immediately dropping into my knees, the acidic taste at the back of my throat before I let it out.

Too focused on getting it all out to notice Drew's fingers running through my hair as he holds it back.

Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand before he sits me up.

" Are you okay?".

I nod, staring at my shoes.

" Where's your boyfriend?".

Sliding my phone out of my pocket, there aren't even any missed calls from him, no texts.
I send him a text to let him know i'm outside,
curious as to where he's gone.

Trying to shake the feeling of his hands on my body, Drew stands up, looking around.

" That guy deserves to be proper smacked the fuck out" He growls.

Staring up at him, a reassuring smile on his face.
He opens his mouth to say something but is quickly cut off.

" What the fuck did you do to her?" Spencer gets up in Drew's face.