Chapter 2
Fear

My bed felt foreign, the soft feel of my once cozy mattress was now a rough, and brittle. The plush covers, barely making up for the horrible excuse of a bed, I groaned out. This is why I hate college. Pushing myself off the bed, my feet dangled off the side while I contemplated what my day was going to consist of. It’s the weekend. So…no school. I considered waking up Cameron to go shopping, but knowing that she’d have a killer headache when she woke up, I decided it was best to let her wake up on her own time. Thankfully, I was blessed with the gift of never having a hangover, and I praised the prophets that were in my favor. Seeing your friend endure a hangover, made me count my blessings that I had yet to have one.

I need coffee.

Slipping on a pair of loose silk pajama shorts, I dug my feet into my warm oversized slippers before slipping past Cameron, and into the bathroom. Where’s the damn light… I cursed, gliding my hands over the cold tile until I found a switch, and flicked it on.Jumping back slightly when my eyes met my appearance, I mentally smacked myself for not removing my makeup before I went to bed. Now all I have to do is. Remove and reapply.

My only real concern, after reapplying my daily makeup look,was whether going out into the frat house kitchen with a white tee was appropriate. Well white tee, with no support system underneath. Glancing at my barely charged phone, it was only ten. Doubt they’d all be up by now.

I exhaled a breath I didn’t know I was holding once I had reached a vacant kitchen. My hands automatically rummaged through the closets for some instant coffee, until my hands grasped a red foldgers container. Ahh…finally. Bringing the large mug up to my lips, I rejoiced when the sweet taste of my favorite blend hit my lips. Caramel Macchiato. Forgetting my ritual, I paced back into my room grabbing the pack of Marlboros lights, and a lighter before bolting back out of the room, and into the living room.

What a freaking mess. My eyes rested on the filthy, and trashed living room. I need to clean this. Bringing an unlit cigarette to my lips, and lighting it , I rested the remainder of items in my back pocket before attempting to start to clean the mess up. Grabbing at least ten bags from the kitchen, I piled up all the trash and rested the filled bags by the door, before smiling at my now results. Now I don’t have to look at filth. Although, the place was barely clean, I was glad that at least one of the rooms was presentable.

Inhaling more toxic smoke from the almost gone cigarette, the sound of shuffling feet caught my attention, and I whipped around to find a few boys gathered around in the living room.

“Jesus, this place was a mess last night. You cleaned all of it?” Liam stared at me, wide eyed. Nodding my head as I took another pull, I felt a hand grasp my forearm lightly.

“You shouldn’t smoke here. Zayn’s the only one Harry tolerates.” Louis weakly smiles as I take one last pull.

“Thanks for the concern, but I don’t really care who he tolerates.” I state calmly, turning around to face him.

Instead I’m greeted with a cup full of ice-cold water being tossed onto me. Screwing my eyes shut; I puffed out the remaining smoke that I held in, while the icy liquid gradually soaked the remnants of dry clothing I had on... How wonderful, l’m fashioning a wet tee shirt contest. Prying one eye open, I see Harry with a large cup in his hand, and the boys standing behind him in awe. How splendid. I prayed silently, hoping that something out there could give me enough strength not to tackle the motherfucker. Incensed? Yes. His eyes flicked from my face to my chest, and widened slightly noticing the effects of his water incident.

Somehow, I found myself back in the room rapidly changing. Swiftly grabbing my purse and keys, I walked back into the living room.But, Louis grabbed my arm as I attempted to storm past them, and pulled me to him. “Listen, he..”

“Don’t fucking touch me.” I hissed, ripping my arm out of his hand.

I can’t stay here.


“What do you mean I can’t change dorms!” I barked.

“Ms. Rose, this is the dorm you paid for.” The middle aged coach responded smoothly, and I was ready to pounce.

“If there isn’t some sort of rules at the house, I swear to god.” I growled, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I want out of that house.”

“I’m awfully sorry Ms. Rose, but you’re going to have to tolerate the antics until another dorm room is available.”

“This is bullshit!” I shouted, before exiting the office.

The sounds of Moonlight Sonata overflowed my surroundings, and I immediately sifted through my bag for my phone.

“What.” I barked.

“I don’t know where you are, I only heard a brief synopsis, but we need to be at work in thirty minutes. I snatched an outfit for you, pick me up at the house.”

Shit .”Be there in five.” Jolting to my car, I sped to the doors of the house, and beeped frantically. Cameron’s head popped out, and she yanked the car door open.

“Get out! Go in the backseat, and change.”

My hair neatly pinned up, and I ran my hands over the smooth material of my pencil skirt, before nervously glancing at Cameron.

“We’re not late, and it’s just a brief meeting. I have to meet my father quickly, just get the elevator code, and I’ll meet you there.” She rubbed my back lightly, and smiled before walking off to see her father.

Although the newfangled meeting had caught us both at bad timing, I took a few minutes to cool off the steam that spurted at the supervisor’s office. How senseless of me? I scolded myself for being that unprofessional, although I knew the foreign jerk’s actions were uncalled for. Stop thinking about it My subconscious bellowed. All I have to do is meet Cameron.

Allowing myself to have a few minutes before stepping into the vast doors that stood in front of me, I fidgeted with the end of my pencil skirt before nervously walking into the immense room. Cameron beside the edge of her father’s desk, and half a dozen girls opposite of her, I shot Cameron a confused look before proceeding to walk over to them.

“Emilia, stand beside Cameron over here.” Aaron, Cameron’s father motioned over to me.

“Excuse me for springing this meeting up on all of you.” Aaron flashed a killer smile at the girls in front of him. “But this is what the owner’s wanted. As you know, I am CFO of British Enterprises, so I deal with majority of the business, and their transactions. The CEO’s of BE will be retiring, and as many of you may heard, I will be too. With that being said, their heir inherits the company. Young, and inexperienced, we have decided to hire you lovely ladies, and see which one of you best suit their son. If you can juggle the company, and him, we will gladly hand everything over.”

“You want us to go out with their son. I will not be participating in this Aaron!” I glare at him, and his eyes soften.

“Both you and Cameron will participate, if you don’t succeed, you will still have your jobs. For the rest of you, that is a different story. Until their son can successfully manage the company you will be by his side. After that, you will be offered a fair share, and your cut.”

“Basically what you’re saying is…. One of us keep their son occupied, give it a year or two. Then go off on our merry way with a few hundred thousand, and shares?” A annoying blonde cut in, and Aaron nodded his head.

“Two million, and 3 stocks. If you can succeed, that is your reward. I thought it was best to spring this on you now, rather later. That is all. I’d like to have a word with the ladies beside me.” He nodded his head slightly, at the squirming bunch of blondes in front of him before buzzing them out.

“This is not what I signed up for.” I spat out.

“I know Emilia. You and Cameron both are guaranteed your job. It’s just something that needs to be done. We’re all too old to be managing a company on a day to day basis.”

“Dad, you’re 55.” Cameron raised a brow at her father.

“Exactly. Enough of that. Just go on with your day. There will be days that I’ll leave to one of you, and from then on we’ll see who’s best suited.”

“You can’t be serious!” I choked out.

“I need two girls that I can trust to leave the company on days I take off. I suggest that you both stay away from their son. From what I heard he’s not one to a pick a fight with. That’s why we hired them.” He motioned over to where the girls once stood.

“Thank god.”

“You’ll meet him in a few days, I’ll call you all a few days prior. Bye girls.” He waved us off.

“Nobu Sushi? I need to know what happened! Zayn was telling me what he heard from the boys.” Cameron said.

“So he threw a cup full of ice cold water on you!” Cameron shouted at me over the loud music.

“Basically, I was seeing steam when I talked to the supervisor.” I shook my head, as I stuffed a roll into my mouth.

“What a frickin’ prick.” She mumbled.

“Let’s talk about something other than that prick. I’d like to not want to rip his head off when we get back to the dorms.”

“Mmm. Yea I wanted to ask you. Have you gotten you schedule ready for Monday? I know we have some classes in Finance together.” She questioned, signaling the waiter for the check.

“Yea, we have um…I think it’s Monday, and Friday together. Tuesday, and Wednesday I have English.”

“Alright, at least we have a few classes.” She shrugged, and looked down at her phone.

“Zayn just texted me, said the frat house was throwing another bash. We should get on home.” She laughed while I groaned.

“I guess I’ll be locking myself up in the room tonight.”

“Oh come on, I bet that jerk kid won’t even notice you. You’ll be fine.” She nudged my arm.
…

The smell of cigarette’s, sweat and beer filled the room. It’s stench barely tolerable as I tried pushing myself through the jumble of kids grouped together. Majority of them mumbling profanities, as I pushed them aside, I sighed out in defeat once I had reached the door of my dorm. How considerate of them to throw another frat party.. I mentally grumbled at the thought of having to deal with this every single weekend.

Dropping my bag on the bedside table, I plopped onto the bed. Appreciating the comfort of the barely cushioned mattress rather than anything that lied outside of my dorm room. The twist of the doorknob, and the door swung open revealing a giddy best friend.

“Hey come on, don’t sit here. Come out here for a drink or two.”

“I’d rather not, thanks Cameron.”

“Please, I’ll be by the couches. Just mingle a little bit, okay.” She pleaded with me, before exiting the dorm room.

“Okay.” I grumbled to myself, before deciding that if I just went out to mingle, it wouldn’t hurt.

“It wouldn’t hurt.” I told myself one last time, smoothing out the fabric of my spandex leggings. Maybe, I should wear something less fitting. I frowned at my outfit while adjusting my crop tee. Whatever. I groaned, stepping out of the dorm room, and walking out into the living room.

“You’re back, and not angry!” Louis slurred, slumping a limp arm around my shoulder.

“You’re lucky I’m not angry right now.” I teased, grabbing a hold of bottle of liquor.

“You’re taking my bottle away from me too? I guess, I deserved that for not protecting you from Harry beforehand.” He chuckled lightly, grabbing my hand, and leading me towards the couch.

“Do you not have any more friends?”

“You’re mean, you know that? And, for your information I do, sweet cheeks. The bird’s at a friends, and everyone else is snogging their way through the party.” He sighed motioning over to the couple eating each other’s faces off beside him.

“Lucky, I know some British slang. And well, you have me tonight.” I smiled cheekily, before taking a big gulp of the liquor I had confiscated from Louis earlier.

Slurred inaudible words, and a few bottles later, Louis and I had become quite close. We shared laughs, and by the end of the night we learned a lot about each other. His tattooed skin, having no influence on his sweet personality.

“Let’s go outside, it’s a bloody sauna in here.” Louis groaned, throwing my legs that laid on top of his off.

“If I stand, I might fall head first.” I giggled loudly, but his brows furrowed.

“My pant’s are vibrating Mia!” He screeched, and I doubled over in laughter.

“That’s your phone, dummy.”

“Oh, well then excuse me for a moment.” He pulled his phone out, pressing the speaker into his ear.

“I have to pee, I’ll be back.” I whispered, before pushing myself off of the couch.

My mind as woozy, and inebriated as I was, I clumsily glided my hands over the wall for guidance through the big halls of the frat house. I wonder if I brought my keys with me? I questioned myself, but shrugged it off deciding that I would deal with that question once I reached the dorm door. A hand grasped my waist, as I attempted to wiggle my high waist’s higher up. Their foreign breath hitting the side of my neck as they leaned in towards me. I tensed when their hand gripped onto my waist harder.

“Stop touching me.” I hissed, forcing myself away from the stranger.

“I was watching you all night, with one of those British frat’s. You’re so sexy babe, trying to tease me like that.” The sozzled creep whispered in my ear.

“Get the fuck away from me!” I turned slightly pushing him off of me.

“Babe, don’t get me angry. Let’s just have some fun okay?” He smiled, and I cringed.

My body started to tremble as I realized that I had to get away from him, or he would do something unthinkable. His amber bloodshot eyes, and liquor-ridden breath made my hair stand. He was in no proper state of mind to be anywhere near me. “C’mon baby” He whispered pressing his aroused groin into mine, making my whole body shudder. His mouth hovered over mine; as he pressed his free hand against my shoulder to somewhat weaken my attempt to escape. I turned my head slightly noticing an open doorway merely a few meters away. Run. I lifted my knee swiftly into his groin making him bend over in pain, as I scurried into the random dorm room, swiftly locking it behind me.

I slumped down onto the wall beside the door, as my whole body trembled due to the situation I was in, only a few seconds ago. Tears threatened to fall as I heard him bang at the door a few times.

“Come back here you, slut! You can’t hide in there forever!” He bellowed, and tear’s started pouring out. What am I going to do? I nervously asked myself, before I heard mumbled outside the door.

“Sorry, dude, sorry. I was just leaving.” The familiar drunken voice muttered.

He’s leaving. I cheered in delight. I can just stay in here till the parties over…. The door immediately swung open, and my head shot to the door afraid of who I might see, but was mildly relieved to see foreign jerk rather than the attempted college rapist.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing in here?” He hissed through gritted teeth, gripping tightly onto the beer nestled in his hand.

“I-I I …there was this guy, and he tried to f-force himself on me and-”

“No one is allowed in here. Get the fuck out!” He yelled, and I jumped up barely standing on my own two feet.

“B-but, he’s out there. Please don’t.” I pleaded with him, terrified that the man I encountered may be lurking outside the door. His dark green orbs slightly flickered an emotion; I couldn’t quite put my finger on, but his eyes quickly changed back.

“Get out, let’s go.” He demanded, grabbing onto my wrist, and lugging me outside.

“No..NO! Where are you bringing me!” I yelped, pulling back, as he locked the door swiftly behind him.

“Outside. Louis was already looking for you.” He griped.

“Please no-” I begged, pulling back, but he tugged hard pulling me into his chest, as we exiting the back of the frat house. I briefly smelled his heavenly scent, before being tossed into Louis’s hard chest. “Take her.” He groaned, finishing off his beer.

I frantically glanced at Louis, and his eyes softened, before he pushed me behind him.
Turning slightly towards me he whispered. “Harry’s a taciturn man. Don’t worry about him too much. He’s nice when he wants to be. Let me just speak with him briefly. Okay.” He smiled lightly, as I nodded, before turning back to Harry.

“You don’t have to be so mean to her, Harry. What did you want me to talk to me about?” He questioned, and I stared at both of them, until Harry’s harsh glare met mine. Lugging Louis away in the opposite direction to make the conversation more discrete, my body tensed as I heard a grumble from behind me. My head whipped around, and I was faced with a familiar drunk face.

“You think you could escape me, bitch?” He spat, grasping onto my forearm.

“Stay the fuck away from me you fucking pervert.” I shoved him, and looked back to find no trace of Louis and Harry. Shit. I scrambled away, but he harshly grabbed my upper arm dragging me into the dark jungle behind me.

“You can’t get away from me now. No one’s here to save you, baby.” He chuckled to himself, dragging me into the dark forest, as I yelped, and jerked for help. “Shut the fuck up!” He screamed, slapping me across the face, as he tossed me into a tree.

“Shut the fuck up.” He chuckled, repeating himself.

But I didn’t care about anything he was saying; all I cared about was escaping. Yet, even I knew that it was inevitable. No one would hear my screams, even if I screamed, and no one would save me, because no one even saw me leave.

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