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Water, of course. I'm such an idiot. How did I not think of that? He clearly had the symptoms of dehydration. He had a headache and was delirious; it was so painfully obvious.

Thank God Connor wasn't as stupid as I was.

I threw the door open to the kitchen and started frantically throwing cupboards open at random as I tried to find some cups. Finally locating them, I picked the largest one and rushed over to the sink and filled it up.

I was almost out the door before I let out a squeal of surprise as I almost slammed into someone. It was Lucas.

"Oh, there you are, Mia. I was looking for you. Where's Ethan? I thought he would be with you." Lucas asked in confusion.

"Connor's taking him upstairs; he's sick. I just came in here to get him some water," I explained as I gestured to the glass in my hand.

Lucas' eyebrows scrunched up in concern. "He's sick? Why?"

"Connor reckons he's dehydrated," I shrugged.

Lucas scoffed. "Dehydrated? I've literally seen him glugging down water all day. That doesn't make any sense!" He frowned.

"It is kind of hot today, and he was running around a lot," I weakly justified.

Lucas didn't look at all too convinced. "Don't worry, I'll figure it out," he murmured. "You just go upstairs and find him, and I'll be up in a few minutes." Lucas patted me on the back before heading out of the kitchen,

As soon as he was gone, I rushed up the stairs with the glass of water in hand. I made it to the upper landing of the house where I assumed he had taken him.

"Connor?" I called out into the empty hallway.

I wasn't sure which room he had taken him to since all the doors were closed. Suddenly, a door swung open.

"Mia, come, he's in here," Connor said as he waved me over to him. I ran past him and entered through the door, desperate to see if Ethan was still okay and conscious.

As soon as I entered the room, I stopped abruptly in my tracks as I found myself staring at an empty bed with no Ethan in sight.

I swerved around to face Connor. "Where's Ethan?" I asked in confusion.

He just completely ignored me and closed and locked the door behind him. He turned around to face me, with an amused smirk stretched out on to his face.

"Where's Ethan?" I repeated, more forcefully this time.

"In another room," he said bluntly as he stared at me with a creepily still gaze.

"And you didn't take me there because...," I drawled out, hoping he would explain his weird behavior.

"He's busy," Connor said simply. The corners of his lips twitched as he said this as though he had just said something funny.

"You know what, I haven't even got time for this shit," I snapped as I pushed past him and headed for the door.

Before I even had a chance to so much as touch the door, he snatched my wrist, span me around, and slammed me hard against the surface of the door.

I winced as the back of my head knocked against the hardwood. The shock of the impact caused the glass of water in my hand to slip from my grasp and smash onto the floor. My eyes widened in fear, not knowing what to do or say. I could feel my heart beating incredibly fast in my chest as his bulky frame towered over me.

"Listen here, you sassy little bitch. Ethan might let you disrespect him, but with me, you're going to behave. I'm in charge, okay," he spat harshly as his fingers dug painfully into the skin of my arm.

"Leave me alone, that hurts," I cried as I tried to squirm my arm out of his vice-like grip.

Why the fuck was he treating me like this?

Connor leaned closer, so his beer breath wafted over my face. "If you so much as move another inch without my permission, I will fuck you up so baldly that you won't even be able to talk. Am I clear?" He threatened as his mean eyes bore into my own.

I felt tears prick to my eyes, and I nodded my head.

"Good," he snapped as he released his hold on my arm.

"Now get the fuck away from the door, and sit," he said as he pointed at the bed.

I contemplated running, but I dismissed the idea when I realized it was stupid. Nobody else was upstairs, and if he caught me, which he undoubtfully would, I would have just made things a whole lot worse for myself.

In defeat, I did as he said and walked over to the bed and sat down.

He stalked closer to me and stopped once he reached the foot of the bed.

"Connor, this isn't you. Why are you doing this?" I asked pathetically as tears started to blur my vision. He was terrifying me.

He smirked, as though he got a sick satisfaction out of seeing me like this. "The reason I'm doing this is very simple, Mia. I'm doing this for revenge," he chuckled.

I scrunched my face up in confusion. "Why the hell do you want revenge on me?"

He looked me up and down in amusement. "I might as well clear up a few things for you," he laughed. "Firstly, your precious little boyfriend isn't dehydrated at all, he is as high as a fucking kite on Ketamine. April dosed it into his beer, and the little idiot drank it right up," he snickered.

I felt my heart stop, not being able to believe my ears. This couldn't be real. There's no way they could be sick enough to drug him.

"But...but...why would she do that, she likes Ethan?" I stuttered out pathetically.

He smirked. "Yeah, that's the problem, she likes him a little too much. She roofied him, so she can fuck him without him stopping her," Connor laughed.

As soon as he said that, my stomach turned, and I felt like I was going to be sick. He was practically unconscious, so he stood no chance at defending himself. He probably didn't even know where he was. I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized that she was probably with him right now.

"Fuck you. You're both sick!" I spat in disgust.

With that final word, I flew off the bed and sprinting for the door.

I needed to save Ethan.

There was no way I was just going to sit here quietly while he was being molested in another room. Consequences be damned.

I quickly unlocked the door, but then I let out a scream as a hand grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me back. I was dragged to the other side of the room before I was roughly thrown onto the bed.

With heavy, jagged breaths, I scrambled up onto my elbows, feeling scared beyond belief.

"Bitch, I thought I told you to sit on the fucking bed. I'm not done talking yet," he hissed as his face colored an angry red.

My lower lip quiver pathetically, and the back of my head throbbed painfully from where he had grabbed it. I had lost all my confidence, and I was too scared to move.

He smiled. "As I was saying. April is busy having her fun with Ethan, and I'm gonna be busy having my fun with you," he slyly smirked.

I swallowed harshly and felt myself start to sweat.

"I'm going to ensure that this is the worse night of that bastard's life," he snickered as he started to inch his way to closer to the edge of the bed.

I frowned. "Why do you even hate him so much? He's your fucking cousin." I shouted as my body shook with rage.

"I hate him because he has fucking everything. A big house, good grades, athleticism, popularity, and a perfect little fucking girlfriend," he sneered.

"Do you know what it's like to be fucking cousins with someone like that? Do you know how often my blasted father compares me to him? Every fucking day. I'm fucking fed up with it. I want to have a one-up on him. I want to be able to look him in his smug little face and know I took something from him," Connor said, his voice dark and filled with spite.

He then looked at me with a twisted smile. "And what better revenge is there, than the satisfaction of knowing I fucked his girl all night long, while he was lying oblivious, weak and defenseless in the other room," he chuckled as his smile grew in size.

As soon as the nasty words left his lips, I felt like I couldn't breath, move or even hear. I searched his eyes for any hint of the classmate that I'd known for years but instead, all I found was a monster.

I swallowed harshly and stole another glance at the door. Just as I was about to attempt to make another run, he took a step to the side and blocked my view of the door.

"Oh, and also just in case you think you can run and snitch on me to the Ethan, the police, or anyone else. I've got a camera recording in this room, and I'll happily make your rape a sex tape for the entire internet to see if I so much as hear a peep from you're your slutty little mouth," he spat cruelly.

Every muscle in my body froze in shock as the extent of his words sunk in. He was a psychopath who didn't even register me as a person. I swallowed as I took in the terrifying sight of his large frame leering at the foot of the bed.

"And I think I'm going to enjoy it. I've always fancied fucking you," he said as his eyes roamed over my body hungrily.

"Connor...no...no...you can't do this," I cried as I tried to scramble away and get off the bed.

He ran towards the bed, and I screamed as he threw himself beside me, and started to tackle me to stay still. With a sob, I tried to crawl away on my stomach, but he just dragged me back by my leg.

He flipped me over and quickly climbed on top of me and pinned me down as I cried and screamed.

"Sit still, or it's going to be a long fucking night," he smirked as the smell of his rancid breath wafted over my face. "You know, if you just drank the beer that I offered you like a good little girl, you wouldn't be acting so much like a stressed little bitch," he spat.

I jerked my leg up to try and kick his crotch, but he saw it coming and caught it.

"No, you fucking don't, bitch," he hissed as he used his body weight to press my legs down painfully onto the mattress below.

He looked down at me in amusement. "Just for that, I'm not wearing a fucking condom. You can live with being a knocked-up whore as well," he taunted in spite.

I felt bile rise to my throat, and I felt a strong urge to throw up. My eyes darted around the room frantically, as I tried to think of an idea or something to hurt him with.

When I found nothing, I started to cry, realizing the helplessness of the situation. My body went limp as I felt my hope die.

"Good girl, you've stopped fighting. It's okay to want it. Who knows, maybe after a couple of rounds, you'll fuck me back willingly," he winked condescendingly.

One of his disgusting hands slide underneath my top and painfully kneaded at one of my breasts, and I cried harder.

I never felt more humiliated in all my life. How dare he do this to me?

You know what, fuck him.

I refused to sit still, just because I was scared of what he could do to me. I would rather risk getting knocked unconscious than sit quietly through this shit.

With that thought in mind, I lobbed my spit in his face and swung my head back hard to headbutt him.

He swore, and his head jolted back in surprise. I immediately used the distraction to flip us around, just the way Ethan taught me.

As soon as I was above him, I didn't hesitate for a second and jammed my elbow harshly into his face. Hoping this would buy me enough time, I leaped off the bed, ran over to the door, and ripped it open.

I was just about to leg it down the stairs, but then I stopped, stumbling on the concerned faces of my friends, Lucas and May.

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