Loving Lucifer [COMPLETE]

Chapter 15

His lips grazed my ear, making me shudder; there was a certain power in his touch I couldn't understand. I turned around to look at him, meeting his eyes. They were filled with warmth and mischief, a smirk plastered onto his delicious lips. I smiled back at him, munching on my lower lip - more like an anxious elementary school girl than an adult woman.

"Ready to go?" he asked.

"Yes, of course," I replied. He tucked my hair behind my ear, making me blush. I dabbed on some perfume and put on my denim jacket. Matt was in the living room playing video games. We said goodbye and left. The drive was loud; electronic music blasted through the speakers at a volume I was not usually comfortable with but had grown used to since meeting him. He parked the pickup outside a large house in the suburbs. It was clear that this was where the party was at. We went in and he whispered into my ear that he would get me a drink, before swiftly disappearing into the crowd. I found myself alone and unsure, still not used to the party scene. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket to avoid making eye contact and starting conversations with anybody random. I didn't know these people...he didn't even know these people, and I wasn't about to stick myself into an awkward situation for hours - I would stick with my guy.

In hindsight, I would have been better off not doing that.

The drink came and went. And was swiftly followed by another. I've never been much of a big drinker so I warned him that the third drink would be my last. He rolled his eyes playfully at me but agreed.

"Do you want to go somewhere a little more quiet?" he whispered into my ear as he came back with the drinks.

"Yes," I replied. Anything to stop dancing. He motioned with his head for me to follow him, so I did. He led me out to the back garden of the property. A couple sat beside the pool, smoking, laughing and stealing kisses. Another guy sat on one of the pool chairs sipping a drink and scrolling through his phone. He veered away from the sparsely populated pool area and turned his head to look in either direction before shooting me a playful smile and opening the door to what seemed to be a shed. It was poorly lit but well-organised and clean.

I sat on a clear bench and sipped at my drink. He stood opposite me, leaning against the other bench and sipping at his own cup.

"How did you know it would be unlocked?"

"I checked."

"You plan ahead," I replied, letting out a giggle.

"I just wanted to find someplace nice we could talk. I know partying is not really your thing...I wanted tonight to be special."

I could feel myself blushing. He asked me about classes and we spoke about basketball and work at Terry's. It seemed to be a long conversation.

Looking back, I would never be able to remember how it was that I ended up giving in to drowsiness, but I woke up to the familiar sound of his heavy breathing, and to a hard thrust I had not been expecting.

"What's going on?" I intended to say, but instead ended up producing indiscernible mumbles.

"Shh..." he replied. I looked up into his eyes, trying to regain focus, but most of it remained blurred each time I tried to pin down how his face had looked. The only thing I would remember would be the cold hard look in his eyes, such as I had never seen before. It sent a shudder through my spine, and I shivered as I realised why everything felt different. The sudden warmth gave me all the answers I would need.

Later, I remembered the tears streaming down my face, but wondered why I had not had the ability to scream or to push him off.

I woke up in my own bed. I didn't remember making it home. My head was pounding, and the sudden urge to throw up took over my entire being as I sat up in my bed. The events of the previous night came rushing back to me in scattered bits that tried to form a jigsaw puzzle but would never complete it.

I rushed to the bathroom to throw up the contents of the previous night's drinks and then scurried back to my room to hide from everyone. I had no texts from him that day and I didn't bother texting him either. I didn't know how I was supposed to react or what I was meant to say to him.

When Sam came over for a planned dinner that night, I wasn't much up for it, but I forced myself to get out into the kitchen and eat with my two best friends. They looked at me with concern, but I didn't want to tell them the truth - how could I? Sam left with a worried look in her eyes, but Matt and I shared an apartment, so I knew I could not escape him.

"What happened?" he asked me, "Katy...you know you can trust me, right? Did something happen at the party last night?"

Mentioning the party turned out to be the ultimate trigger. I burst into uncontrollable body-shaking sobs. Matt walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me, but my body recoiled at the touch and I pushed him off as violently as I wished I would have done the previous night.

"Don't touch me, please."

"What is going on?" he asked, his eyes wide and full of questions.

I couldn't speak. Not for another hour. Not for two. I cried until there were no more tears left. I made my own hot cocoa, even though he offered. Matt sat with me throughout the night, even though I was silent for the most part.

The words felt like poison as they spewed from my mouth; they burned my lips and scalded my tongue.

"I have reason to believe I was drugged and raped last night."

His face turned white. In spite of the bitterness in my mouth, I surprised myself by how composed I was for the few seconds during which I uttered the shockingly grammatically-sound sentence.

Of course, though...in hindsight, my sound grammatical skill was the only thing that did not feel tarnished.

Matt's brown eyes seemed to glow with rage. The skin on his knuckles turned white as he balled his hands into tight fists, and I could see that he was grinding his jaw and gritting his teeth.

"Who?"

"It was him..."

He stood up, fuming, and his curls seemed to bounce all over the place, about to explode.

"I'm gonna-" he started, but I immediately cut him off.

"Please don't do anything."

"I have to, Kate."

"No. Please...if I mean anything to you..."

He sat back down, clearly hesitant, and looked into my eyes, his gaze still fierce with fires that had not been given a chance to consume.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to make this bigger than it is...it's not like we hadn't..." I stopped, biting my lip and realising I had spoken too much.

"It's okay," Matt said, "But that doesn't make what he did okay...and why would he? If you were already..."

"I guess it always bothered him that I wanted to be careful..."

"Are you kidding me?!" he asked, standing up again.

"I will never tell you anything again if you leave this place."

He clenched his fists and sat back down. And we were silent until dawn.