Chapter Thirty

Maureen

I couldn't remember any of their names. After tonight, I wouldn't remember their faces either. It would be just another party. Another hazy memory that would fade as soon as the hangover did.

I gripped the bathroom counter as a bulky blonde-haired guy in a toga costume railed me from behind while his friends watched. Fighting back the urge to cry, I gazed down at my pointy-red nails to avoid looking at myself in the mirror.

When Bailey told me to stick close to these guys, I don't think she meant like this. But that's just what I do. I drink too fucking much and throw myself at every cock that swings my way. Now I had four of them lined up, waiting for their turn to fuck me.

Shame filled me as I realized that this wasn't the same thing as what Bailey had with her guys. No. Her guys adored her. Loved her . The frat boys snickering and high-fiving each other in this bathroom felt none of those things for me. I was just a toy to be played with. A body to be used.

And while my best friend was out there risking everything to hunt down the assholes who assaulted us, I was bent over a sink, spread open, allowing these douchebags to use me.

The blonde guy grunted as his cum filled me. "Fuck, that pussy is tight." He nodded to his friends. "Get in here while she's still wet, boys."

My stomach rolled as a taller, dark-haired guy switched places with him. He pressed a glass of clear liquid to my lips. "Have another drink, sweetheart. It'll loosen you up."

My head was buzzing. I promised Bailey I wouldn't drink anymore tonight. But it was too late. As I poured the drink down my throat, the dark-haired guy unzipped my top.

He turned me toward the other three guys and walked me to them. He brushed my hair to the side before dragging his hand across my nipples. "You're a dirty girl, aren't you?"

The room started to spin as they laughed. "I'm a lot of things," I slurred.

Another blonde one squeezed my nipples while the dark-haired one pushed his cock inside me. I let out a moan as he yanked my hips back. "Fuck, yeah. Man, you weren't lying. This pussy is tight as fuck."

The blonde guy fisted my hair and jerked my head to the side. "I don't want to wait my turn." I gagged as he thrust his cock into my mouth. "Fuck, that's right, sweetheart. Choke on my dick."

My core spasmed as they fucked me like I was their broken doll. It felt so fucking good, and yet I hated myself more with each thrust. But I would never see them again. And I would turn over a new leaf as soon as I got out of this hellish town.

Thrust .

The new Maureen would never let assholes like them fuck her in a bathroom. Even if it was just a lie I told myself to justify the act.

Thrust .

No. I was going to be better at Tenebrose Academy. Different.

Thrust .

Classy.

"Oh, fuck. I'm cumming." His thick cream gushed into me and leaked down my thighs.

The other one pulled his cock out of my mouth and jerked it over my breasts, spraying his cum all over my nipples. "Damn, I could play with this slut all night."

"Nah, she's fucking filthy. I'm done."

They laughed again. I couldn't even tell whose voice belonged to whom. I fell to my knees as they stepped over me and left.

Fuck.

I pushed myself up and braced against the sink. My head pounded. I ran the water and splashed it on my face. As I looked around for my top, the door burst open.

"Get the fuck out," I barked as I cupped my bare breasts.

A man in a ski mask, dressed in all black, lingered in the doorway, his blue eyes cold and emotionless. He looked me up and down, taking stock of my half-naked body and the sticky cum that was smeared across my chest.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" I yelled.

The man clenched his fists. "Maybe lock the door next time," he growled.

I snorted. "Right. That will solve everything." I turned around and fumbled with my bustier.

He sucked in a sharp breath. "Let me help you." His voice was deep and raspy, like he'd swallowed gravel.

I flinched as his fingers grazed my back. "Relax. I'm just going to zip you up, okay?"

Tears welled in my eyes as I nodded. "Thank you. "

"Who did this to you?" The man breathed as he slowly pulled the zipper all the way up.

I spun around and glared at him. "No one… I did this to myself."

He narrowed his cold blue eyes at me. "What's your name?"

"What's yours?" I snapped.

He pursed his lips.

Silence.

I stumbled back against the sink as a wave of nausea gripped me. The way he looked at me was unnerving. And the shame over what I'd just done prickled my skin like hot needles. "Just leave me alone, please. I need to find my friend."

His eyes glazed over me again before he stepped to the side to let me pass. "Whatever you say, firecracker."

As I inched by him, the scent of coffee and tobacco tickled my nose. It coiled in my throat as I breathed it in. I paused to look back at him. "Thanks again… whoever you are."

I shut the door behind me and was instantly hit with an array of sensations. The music was too fucking loud and the light trails from the glowsticks only added to my dizziness.

Fuck, I needed to find Bailey.

As I shoved my way through the drunken crowd, the angrier I got. I shouldn't have let her go after Billy by herself. Why was I always so fucking selfish? She gave me an out and I jumped on it without even blinking.

I stomped through the kitchen, my rage building with every step I took as I searched for her. After striking out in the parlor and the dark creepy basement, I headed for the stairs. It dawned on me that Bailey would want to lure Billy somewhere private and quiet. No witnesses. That's what I would've done.

If I wasn't so busy getting fucked in a bathroom by four scumbags.

Ugh. I fucking hated myself so much right now.

I sprinted up the stairs as fast as my heels would let me. The hallway seemed eerier now than it did earlier when we were getting ready for the party. I tried various doorknobs as I walked, only to find them locked.

Fuck.

As I neared the last corridor, muffled voices rang out. My heart skipped a beat as I stalked toward the room it was coming from. Just as I approached, I spotted Raine dragging Chad, who was kicking and screaming into the room. He slammed the door behind them.

It's fucking happening. Fuck. A lump formed in my throat and my knees wobbled. I wrapped my hand around the knob, my heart pounding. Could I stomach this? Would Bailey be angry with me for wandering up here? Or would she secretly resent me if I walked away?

I took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from my brow. After everything I'd done tonight, the least I could do now was stand by her side as she took down the bastards who assaulted us.

As I turned the knob, a blood-curdling scream rang out. I gasped as I spotted Bailey with a bloody knife in her hand. She stood over Billy, his mangled body slumped in a chair.

Her eyes widened with horror when she saw me. "Maur… No . You're not supposed to see this."

My body trembled as Grim hissed and shut the door, locking me inside with them. "You should have stayed downstairs," he grumbled.

Saint and Poe had Chad gagged and pinned against the wall, a knife to his throat. My nausea from earlier crept back up. It was one thing to talk about murder, another to actually see it. "Bales… what the fuck have we done?"

She shook her head, a crazed look in her eyes. " I did this , Maur. Your hands are clean. This piece of shit was going to kill us. And this one," she pointed the knife at Chad, "was egging him on." Chad flailed wildly under Saint's grip, tears streaming down his cheeks .

She was right. They would just keep coming for us. For her. But I couldn't let her carry this by herself. Images of what they did to us flashed in my mind. The rage I had for myself, for them, for the douchebags who poured vodka down my throat while they took turns fucking me, it bubbled up inside me like a fucking volcano.

I forced my legs to move and walked over to my best friend. I wrapped my hand around hers. "I got this."

She shook her head. "No. You can't. I won't let you do this for me."

The fire in my chest surged. I gripped her hand harder. "You just fucking did it for me. Now it's my turn. That's how friendship works. Give me the knife, Bales. We're in this together."

Her hand trembled as I pried the blade from it. Raine squeezed her shoulders and drew her back to his chest. "Let her go, little fox."

Chad hyperventilated as I stalked toward him. He grunted and screamed into the T-shirt they'd gagged him with. The veins in his neck bulged as he struggled to break free. But Saint and Poe held his body firm against the wall.

My fingers twitched around the hilt of the knife as I brought it to his chest. "This is for me and Bailey. And for all the girls who you forced to suck your tiny little cock."

"Maureen," Bailey cried. "Let me. Please . You don't have to do this."

She was afraid for my soul. Afraid of what this might do to me. But I was more afraid of what it would say about me if I didn't do this. It was too late for redemption. The scars had already formed around my heart.

" Yes, I do ." I sucked in a sharp breath and plunged the knife into the side of Chad's neck. Blood poured out of his mouth and his eyes rolled back into his head. A deep guttural cry exploded out of me as I twisted it, thrusting it in deeper.

Poe clasped my trembling hands. "He's dead. You can let go. "

The knife clattered against the marble floor as I released it. "Bales," I breathed. "We finished it. They can't hurt us anymore."

Bailey sobbed and threw her arms around me. "You're gonna have a good life, Maur. A better one than I had. I promise."

I wanted to cry but the tears wouldn't come. Looking down at the blood on my hands, I knew this would leave a permanent stain on my soul.

But I would do it again. For her .