Don't Let Me Fall(72)

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“Finally!” Logan said pulling me onto the bed. My back hit the mattress and he hovered over me. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that? I thought you secretly

hated me or something.”

“I could never hate you,” I said bringing my lips to his. “You’re the reason I’m alive. You always bring me back. You don’t let me fall.”

“I believe in you and I’ll never stop,” he said, caressing my cheek softly. “I’ll always catch you, Rebeckah. Never doubt that.”

Our eyes locked and my heart stopped. There is a fire burning inside of me and I know it’s because of Logan. He never puts me down. He wants me to see that I’m worth something.

That I’m special.

“I like this,” I said trailing a finger down the side of his face. “If I could hit pause and live in any moment, I’d choose this one. You make living…easier.” His eyes went to

my lips and I smiled. “And fun.” Those blue panty-droppers flicked up and glanced at me. “You make me feel worth it.”

“Because you are,” he said pressing his lips to mine. “And anyone who thinks differently can go f-uck themselves.”

“Speaking of f-ucking…” I said tugging on his North Face sweater. “We should f-uck each other.”

Logan’s head dropped on my chest as he laughed.

“You are something, you know that?” he said looking up at me, nothing but adoration in his eyes.

“Yeah, someone keeps telling me that,” I said wrapping my legs around him. “And that someone has twenty minutes or I’ll be late for work.”

“Can’t have that now, can we?” Logan said pulling his sweater and shirt off in under a second.



***



Walking out of The Happy Hour with my tips in my bag, I made my legs walk faster across the street. Dad’s car is parked nearby so the walk to it always has my spidey senses on high

alert. And today, they are telling me something isn’t right.

I stared at my Dad’s car as I unlocked the doors.

It’s dark out because a street light isn’t working so I don’t know if I see a shadow of a person in the refection of the window. I don’t want to move but standing here is just

as bad.

I opened the door and right when I was going to sit down, something grabbed my arm and pulled me back, slamming me into the car. A large hand wrapped around my mouth, blocking words

from escaping. I tried to jerk out of the hands I’m being pinned with but it was pointless. This person is stronger than me.

When the person’s body pressed into me, I knew it was male. And him roughly grabbing me, told me he wants something. Money most likely.

I threw my leg back and kicked him hard. I heard a grunt then I shoved him. When I heard him fall onto the pavement, I got in the car, locked the doors, started it and floored the

accelerator.

I didn’t stop until I was far away with my phone in my hand, calling Toby. I told him about what happened and I told him to give Peyton a heads up. There are drunk girls in that

bar and they shouldn’t have to worry about some psycho lurking outside waiting to rob them.

I drove to the police station and reported what happened because I felt like someone should know. After that I went home and I went straight to bed. No one has to know about this.

Nothing happened.



I just got done with the sketch artist so I was free to go home. Back to the dorms. Where Alice won’t be. I don’t know how I’ll survive walking into our dorm room and staring at

her empty bed. All her stuff. I don’t think I can do it.

A young officer drove me to the dorm. The car ride was quiet and awkward. What else did I expect? For him to pull over and ask for a blowjob?

When he dropped me off, I walked up the pathway to the dorms slowly. I’m on autopilot. I can’t do this. Not with Alice not here. She’s gone. And I’m alive. It’s not right.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw the officer drive away. I know there will be police keeping watch and I don’t want to feel their eyes on me. It’s creepy. And that’s strange

because the old me would have enjoyed it.

I stopped and turned back toward the sidewalk.

A taxi came by so I gave him the signal and he stopped.

“Nearest motel, please,” I said.

We talked during the car ride and I guess he felt bad for me because he said it was free. I thanked him when I got out of the car and walked into the one star motel’s doors.

I booked a room and headed to it.

Once the door was closed, I sank to the floor and cried.

For Alice.

For me.

For everything.

Twenty minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I thought I was hearing things so I stopped crying and pressed my ear to the door. There was another knock.

“Just a minute,” I said standing up and wiping my nose. I opened the door while rambling because I have a feeling someone complained about the crying. “I won’t break anything. I

can’t afford to so you–”

My eyes widened when I saw them standing outside.

Jared and Kenneth.

I opened my mouth to scream but Jared reached out and grabbed me, covering my mouth.