“Emily,” I say her name in a plea, moving my head down slowly as we stand in the dark hallway. The sound of her phone ringing makes her jump out of my arms.
“Oh my god,” she says, putting her hands to her forehead. “I’m sorry,” she says, taking the phone out of her back pocket. We both look down to see who is calling, and at that moment, everything changes.
“It’s Drew,” she says, turning and walking out the back door.
Chapter Seventeen
Emily
I can still feel his hands on me when I open the back door and the cool air hits me. The phone ringing in my hand was like an ice-cold bucket of water being thrown on me. “Hello.” I say into the phone.
I look over and see that he followed me outside. Everything around me is spinning while I listen on the phone.
The rustling makes it hard to hear and I look down and see that the call is still going on. I see his name, so I didn’t imagine it with all the drinks that I’ve had. I’ve been drinking all night to take the edge off seeing Ethan there. “Hello?” I say again, only to hear moaning followed by voices.
“That’s it, Drew,” a woman says, moaning. “Right there. Fuck, right there.” I hear what could only be described as grunts. “Fuck me harder,” she says, and the phone slips from my hand, crashing to the ground.
My hands shake, and Ethan calls my name, catching me before I hit the ground. “Em,” he says my name. “Em.”
I can’t answer him. I can’t do anything. I just shake in the middle of the grass. My phone rings again. He reaches for it this time, putting it on speaker, and the sounds of rustling are apparent right away.
“Fuck, your pussy is tight.” I hear the words, then I hear a car horn coming from the car as they both laugh.
“That’s what you get for fucking me in the car,” the woman says as Drew laughs. “Every time we fuck in the car, you say that.”
“I’m going to be sick,” I say, and he hangs up the call. The side door opens, and Jenna comes out followed by Brett. She sees me on the ground, and she just looks at Ethan.
“What the fuck did you do this time?” She walks over to him and pushes him, but he doesn’t even move. “You fucking destroyed her last time.”
“Baby,” Brett says from behind her, holding her around her chest. “You need to relax.”
“Drew called.” I say the words softly, but I have to stop because my stomach lurches in my throat. I have to put my hand down on the grass as my head spins for so many different reasons. I’m hoisted up in his arms before I can even react. My eyes close as my head spins, and all I can do is hear the voices over and over again. “I’m going to be sick.”
“You can follow us, but she is not doing this here,” Ethan tells Jenna.
“If you think we are going to leave you alone with her,” Jenna says. “You’re fucking wrong.”
He looks down at me. “You need to breathe,” he tells me. “Close your eyes and breathe.” I feel myself being carried and then placed down on a seat. He puts a seat belt around me, and my phone rings again.
“Don’t answer it.” I shake my head. “I don’t want to hear it.” He nods at me, and then the back door to the truck opens, and Jenna jumps in with Brett.
I close my eyes as he pulls away from the bar, and the phone rings again. “Give it to me,” Jenna says, reaching over the front seats to grab the phone. She puts it on speaker, and the sound of moaning fills the car.
“Bite my nipples just like that,” the girl says, breathing heavily. “I love it when you fuck my ass.”
“Hang it up!” Brett and Ethan both yell, and I look over at Ethan.
“I think I’m going to be sick,” I say.
“Do you mean you’re going to be sick, sick? Like barfing sick?” he asks, driving faster, looking over at me, “or is this like sickening?”
I look at him, and I’m numb. “That motherfucking,” Jenna says from the back, and she now calls him. The sound of ringing fills the car.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Brett shouts from beside her, trying to get the phone away from her, but she pushes his hand away from her.
There is the sound of rustling again, and then he whispers when he answers, “Hello? Baby?”
“Baby, my fucking ass!” Jenna yells at him.
“What, who is this?” he asks, confused. “What the fuck is going on?” The sound of rustling fills the car, and I have to close my eyes. “Wait, Jenna? Where is Emily?” he asks, his voice rising.
“I can tell you where she isn’t,” she snaps at him. “She isn’t in the car with you while you fuck her ass, douchebag.”
“What are you talking about?” He pretends to be confused. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Check your call history, dipshit,” she says, and she hangs up on him.
The truck comes to a stop, and when I open my eyes, I see that we are at my house. “Can you walk, or do you want me to carry you?” Ethan asks quietly from beside me, and I just shake
