“I never knew the back seat was the warmest part of the car,” Sara mused once Sucre had closed the door behind them, blocking out the night’s howling winds.
He grinned at her. “I know all sorts of things most people don’t.” After a beat, “So, you and Kellerman?”
“We aren’t together anymore.” It was easier to continue the lie he knew than to try explaining the truth. Besides, it had been a long day and she was starting to get sleepy.
“So, I don’t have to worry about him getting pissed off at me if I kiss you again?”
Sara turned to him to answer, but his mouth was covering hers before she could tell him that Paul had no reason to care.
She wasn’t sure how long the kiss went on or which of them moved first. What she did slowly become aware of was that she was now straddling him and her coat was on the floorboard at his feet. It was amazing how making out with Sucre was able to make the heartbreak dealt to her by Michael seem like little more than a distant memory.
When she felt his hand cup her breast, she jumped away from him in surprise. “What are you doing?”
He gave her a sheepish look. “Sorry. Do you mind?”
She thought about that for a moment. In the past, she would’ve minded, but it wasn’t like she was a virgin anymore. It wasn’t like she could really lose her innocence a second time.
“No, I guess this is okay.”
It was strange…The longer he kissed her, the quieter the sounds of the howling wind outside became. The rest of the world could’ve vanished, for all she’d know at this point. There were no more sounds from the windy night or the party; just the sounds of their own breathing.
Things were going fine until she felt Sucre’s hand on her bare thigh and nearly jumped out of her skin. “Too far.”
“Sorry, mami. Guess you’re getting me too worked up.” He looked past her into the driver seat. “Shit.”
Sara turned slowly and realized her sudden movement must’ve jostled the drink he’d set on the seat when they got into the car. “I didn’t mean to do that.”
“It’s fine, but I have to clean it up.” When he moved her from his lap, her limbs felt like jelly. “It’s not going to be a good thing if I get pulled over with my seat stinkin’ of alcohol.” He gave her a hard kiss. “I’ll go see if I can find a towel in the house and be right back. Don’t you run off on me.”
“I won’t.”
In the distance after Sucre closed the door, she heard, “Done already?”
“I need to get something to clean up a spill. Watch her, okay?”
Sara didn’t think anything of it when the door opened until unfamiliar fingers were pawing at her shirt. She tried to focus on the guy in the car with her, but didn’t recognize him. “Stop. Who are you?”
“You can just call me Ted. I thought I’d keep you company for a minute.”
“I don’t need company. Go away.”
Why did her voice sound so weak to her ears?
Ted pushed her down on her back. “You don’t get a vote, pretty.”
Sara kicked wildly with her legs and felt one of her feet connect with his stomach. The car door must not have been closed all the way because he flew out of it, landing on the ground. She tried to get away, but it was like she was moving through a sea of Jell-o.
He hoisted her up by her shoulders and backhanded her across the face, a shower of white stars dancing behind her eyes. “You are gonna regret that, bitch.” He grabbed her by the legs and flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her partially out of the car.
She tried to fight when she felt him pawing at her under her skirt, but her limbs were so heavy. Even her voice screaming at him to stop was too quiet. How much had she had to drink? Surely it wasn’t this much.
“Dude, what the fuck are you doing? She’s not out yet.”
“You may prefer your women like corpses, but I like mine with a little fight in them.”
“You idiot. Signs of struggle land you in juvie. I ain’t going back there because you can’t keep it in your pants for another few minutes. It’s just a damn good thing I got here before you started.”
“You think I care about juvie? Screw that. I’m doin’ her now.”
“Not in my car, you ain’t. I’m not going down because of your dick.” There was silence for a moment. “When I was getting this towel, I found a chick pretty out of it in the bathroom. How about I help you get her to your car and you leave Sara for me?”
“Fair trade. Let’s go.”
Sara wasn’t sure how long she waited after they were gone to move, but she knew she couldn’t have much time. Desperately, she fought to shimmy herself out of the car and began to stumble back towards the party. When she reached the Siskins’s yard, she tripped over an uneven piece of dirt and fell onto the lightly snow-covered ground.
Even through the fog in her mind, she knew she needed to hide if she couldn’t make it back to the house. On instinct, she pulled herself into the shadows created by the inside of the fence and made herself as small as possible. It was so cold, but going back for her coat wasn’t an option, so she hugged her bare knees to her chest to fend off as much of the wind as she could.
As her brain slipped even further into the darkness, she realized that this night couldn’t end well. If Sucre – or anyone else – found her, she’d never be able to fight them off.
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This one was hard to read! I am getting so upset/scared for Sara…not to mention the poor drunk chick in the bathroom…You did a great job of describing her drugged/sea of jello state though…
TED…OMG…nightmares….please let them not find her. I guess it is confirmed, Sucre is a little different from the sweet cellie we all loved on PB huh….UGH! What sickos…I wonder if Nika learned about these little recreational activities of his and Ted’s.
This party really is the night from hell…
For what it’s worth, I had trouble writing it. I’ve never personally been rufied, but I imagine it would be very similar to an adverse reaction I had to anxiety medicine a few years back.
Yeah, you could say he’s not the same guy. Bagwell sure is though.
For sure, 100% worst party ever.