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"Shit I-I'm not wearing a swimsuit."

"I guess you will have to go without one then." He spoke, catching his breath in-time with my own.

He obviously had no intention of hiding the mischievous glint in his eye ,as he strode deeper into the refreshing waters.

With one hand underneath me, his other once again found its way to my dress. This time however, he didn't waste a second to pull the material over my head, leaving me in my black lingerie set.

"Let's finish what we started yesterday." He whispered huskily. There was no room for questioning in his voice, as if he was simply stating a fact. He locked eyes with me, the situation so intense that neither of us could look away.

As the kiss resumed, my head began to spin more and more.

At first it was the good kind, but not long after, my eyes fluttered and I could feel my mind caving in to the lonely darkness.

With the significant amount of alcohol in my body, my vision began to blur and I felt myself rapidly coming in and out of consciousness.

And in my helpless state, Sam's movements somehow brought me back to that dreaded night...

Stumbling up the stained carpeted steps, I felt my legs become heavy and my eyes begging to be closed.

The worst part?...

...I was being pulled towards an empty corridor by a broad figure and I couldn't do anything about it.

I wanted to fight and scream. I wanted to run. I wanted to defend myself. But as my actions began to slow, so did my thoughts.

I felt so weak and helpless that I had no power left to even retaliate. I knew exactly what was going to happen, but I felt so numb that not even a single tear could even fall.

I just...froze.

At first, the sweaty body shoved me onto an empty bed. He positioned himself on top of my weary frame and placed his head in front of mine. His vile cigarette breath wafted up my nose and I caught a glimpse of his older looking appearance.

After finding his way beneath my mini skirt, he teared off my underwear.

Despite the unforgettable fear and anxiety that caused my body to shake, my head fell back into the firm pillows and exhaustion conquered me.

From then, I don't remember how long I was out for, but I remember waking up in Ethan's arms as tears streamed down his cheeks.

I lay in his arms long enough to fall back into the familiar darkness,whilst he continuously apologised to my fragile frame.

The second time I woke up was next to Josie in Ashton's car. When she noticed me sit up and rub my eyes, she pulled me into a much needed embrace.

We didn't say a single thing as we sat in the back seats... and for that, I was particularly thankful to Josie.

She is a very bubbly and talkative person, but she must have known that in that very moment, no words could comfort me in the way that actions could.

By the time that I pulled away, both of our shoulders were wet with tears and we sniffled up the remaining ones.

"Becca, I-" Not being able to stand another second without knowing, I interrupted her empathetic words.

"Did h-he." The tears had started again and Josie rubbed my hand with her own. I took a second to regain the strength to form the sentence.

"Did he r-rape me?" I choked out and Josie's worried face only made my heart drop in my chest.

"No, Thank god that Ashton found you soon enough." She said. "Oh Becca I'm so sorry, I should of-"

"A-Ashton found me?" I asked, wiping beneath my glassy eyes.

"Yeah. Becca, we think that you were drugged."

Placing both hands on Sam's chest, I pushed myself away from him using my last working brain cell.

I knew that Sam had meant no harm, but even the flashbacks felt so surreal in my drunk state.

"Becca?" Glancing back, I saw the confusion on his face and felt a stab of guilt for leaving him in the water. But I knew that whilst I was drunk, I shouldn't be kissing him. Especially when I was mistaking him for man who attempted to rape me.

Stumbling onto the sand, I didn't take much notice in the fact that I was still dressed in only my underwear. However, I'm glad that Sam did.

Taking his shirt over my head, he offered me a sad smile as I began to distance myself away from his broad figure.

For every step that I had taken away from him, he took towards me.

"Sam, please." I began to sob into the oversized shirt. "I just want to be alone." I said as he made his way to my side. He must have noticed me flinch when he placed a hand on my shoulder, as he quickly removed it.

"I can't leave you alone Becca, you're drunk."

"Just stay away from me." I muttered, pushing him away drowsily. I began to walk off, but he caught up and twisted me around to face him.

"Or what Becca? I'm not going to let you walk around by yourself. Look at the way that you are dressed, your practically aski-"

"Or I'll punch you in the fucking face." A deeper voice spoke up as they made their way towards me.

All the colour drained from Sam's face as those words were spoken.

I looked up, glancing at the face that was illuminated by various colours.

"Was he trying to hurt you?" Ashton voiced between the clenching of his own teeth.

"Why on earth are you here?" I asked, annoyance laced with my words.

"I could ask you the same thing." He continued clenching his jaw. "Was he trying to fucking hurt you Rebecca?" He raised his voice which made me jump slightly

"Of course not! But you don't always need to be a fucking hero Ashton!" I yelled, although the deafening music drowned out most of the noise.

The yelling sobered me up enough to push through the crowd of sweaty bodies until I reached the building.

Hoping that both Sam and Ashton were lost in the maze of people, I wobbled into the empty house.

Attempting to find the room which contained my clothes, I searched a few corridors but ended up bumping into someone.

"Shit I'm sorry" We said in unison which caused our eyes to meet.

In front of me was a beautiful brunette girl, dressed in a white cropped top and shorts.

"You look lost." She giggled. I would have usually replied but her american accent caught me off guard.

"Um- yeah, I guess I am." I smiled back at her whilst my fatigued eyes requested to close.

"Need some help?" She offered warmly, probably taking in my state.

I nodded back to her and held out my hand.

"I'm Becca by the way" She reached her own out, shaking mine in the process.

"Oh, I know." She smiled, but paused after noticing my confusion and face palmed her forehead. "And I'm super creepy... But I usually go by the name Maisy." She said with a chuckle and I couldn't help but laugh back.