Jennifer Reid: Chapter One, Part Three

Part three to chapter one. Jennifer's story.

We were walking up stairs for a while, seemed like forever. I stumbled a few times but his strong arms picked me up and steadied me. I giggled, blinking from the brightness of the hallway lights.
Owwww. They were like the sun, dancing in front of my vision. I felt like ripping my eyeballs out.
A door closed, ouch again, loud. I was falling, but I landed on something comfortable and soft. Like a blanket.
Or a bed.
A voice filled my head, but I only smiled dreamily.
“Shh, Jen, I won’t hurt you.”
“I knuuuw,” I slurred.
His hands were up my shirt, his lips on my neck, on my lips. I was too far gone to really know.
I still didn’t know his name.
Everything was spinning, colors; dark colors because I think the lights were out, what’s-his-names hair gripped in my hands as I kissed him. Soft hair.
I think he unzipped his pants, his hands more rough now; kisses more daring.
My shorts were still on me, at least what I could feel of them, because I could feel the denim rubbing my legs.
Then it all stopped. My head spun like whiplash.
“What the f**k are you doing to her? Can’t you tell she’s iced?”
“Get out.”
“You’re not raping her are you?” Raping me? What? I lifted my head, which felt like a million jillion pounds.
I heard something clicking, click, click.
“Okay, I’ll go. Put the gun away. No play no foul right?” Gun? This guy’s voice sounded familiar; the one defending me…or whatever. I couldn’t tell who was who. My vision seemed a little clearer with the lights on; I looked up.
Justin?
Another click. My vision swayed to no-names hand. A revolver. I think? Looked like one.
I groaned, closing my heavy eyes.
“Shut up! I’ve been waiting so damn long to get my revenge on her.” He poked my ribs hard, “She ruined me, and now I’m going to ruin her.” Something cold was pressed against my forehead, I blinked innocently.
The other one was silent. No-name continued.
“She’s iced, Justin,” he chuckled, “such a smart, clever girl can be so stupid. Fell for my act like the desperate skank she is and took the drink. Not so smart now Jen, huh?” I lied there, motionless, listening to the voices.
“You b***h. I almost got to have my way with you too. You know, I would’ve killed you after that anyways, how fucked up right? But Justin just sped up the process. You still have no idea why I’m doing this, do you?” his voice choked. I closed my eyes, so peaceful in the darkness.
“Jack, don’t,” another voice said.
“Shut up! Shut up! Don’t say my name!” he screamed, “You have no idea?!” He paused, “You b***h, you told the whole school I was a f****t, and that I liked to look at porn and whatever else s**t you passed around and you got them all the believe it. It ruined my high-school life. Nobody liked me, and still doesn’t. Why did you do it? And now there’s nothing you can do about it. Sorry won’t make up for it now Jen. I hope you burn in hell.”
All I heard was a lot of you b***h over and over again, and then there was a click. I opened my eyes again. Justin was running at Jack…
Oh. Jack.
Jack held up the revolver.
“No!” yelled Justin. But there was a loud bang and he stopped and fell.
Tears stung in my eyes and fell down my cheeks. My mind was overloaded and nothing made any sense now.
I looked at Jack with pleading eyes. Don’t do this.
He pointed the gun, right in my face. Click, bam.
There was a bright light, and I was falling.
Burn in hell, burn in hell, I hope…