My best friend's crush

Chapter 12

Mia

Fear. Darkness. Death.

Three words that ring in my mind. My heart thuds, my breath increases as my lips shake.

"Relax, Mia" he whispers, and I try to breathe in softly, even though my grip on him stiffens. I don't like it here, and he perceived that in me.

"I want to leave Cole. I don't like it here."

He gently takes my hand off him, he still has the warm expression and a smile that's enthralling.

"Com'on... aren't you meant to celebrate with me?" He complains, holding my wrist as he directs me to an empty couch, opposite, where I can see two other shirtless girls, drowning themselves in cigarettes.

There's a mini stool between us with a bottle of whiskey.

There's a cup too, but rather than gawking at that, I was just interested in studying the faces of everyone in this room. They read mischief and eagerness for something.

Even if I couldn't concentrate because of the thick fog of smoke, I tried not to be intoxicated.

I intended to question Cole again, but then he seemed to be lost or reminiscing over something.

"She really tagged along" one of the guys teases, drawing in smoke, his face wear a mockery.

He had cut in our conversation, and I didn't like the play here. What does he mean?

"So I won the f*****g bet, right?" Cole casually announces, spreading his arms with a grin.

The rest had their eyes darkened at me as that look only portrays how brutal they can be.

I scoffed unbelievably as it became clearer. Did he bet with them, to bring me here?

"What's the meaning of this Cole?"

He c**k his head slightly to the side, staring at me like a puzzle he had just discovered.

"Meet my other side, Mia, and I bet you can keep a secret" he mutters as his hand reaches for the bottle of whiskey.

He's diverting the question, he doesn't want me to know what the bet is all about, and I guess it means a lot to him.

Even the atmosphere was heated. Though I'm annoyed and shocked, I still have to sit with him.

Suddenly, they were pulling out bundles of money, slamming it on the big table. Only one brought out two bars of gold. Their eyes communicate with each other.

"Show us Cole" a blonde whispers. He seems as though he was drunk in a stupor, barely standing on his feet as he staggers forward with a cheque and dumps on the table.

My eyes followed Cole, who drew in a long breath. He didn't look at me but the materials on the table.

He pours the drink in a glass, twirls it around and then grimaces at me.

"They won't hurt you, I'm beside you" he said, calmly reading my instinct like he knew I was petrified.

What could possibly go wrong?

He hands me the glass of whiskey and, to be sincere, I haven't tasted alcohol and it will be an experience.

All eyes were feasting on me, definitely waiting for my reaction and, from the looks of it, Cole had to win this bet.

Grabbing the glass from him, I sit properly while taking a sip and, gosh, my throat burns and I pour out the drink back in the glass and shove it at him.

"You really got an innocent one Cole" a voice roars, chuckling while I rub my chest with my head bent silently.

Cole scoffed, darting his eyes to and fro as he leaned his lips close to my left ear and said:

"Won't you do anything for me, Cinderella?"

"Com'on it's just a drink" he furthers, not even waiting for my response to the first question.

I'm only doing this for Nicole!

I threw my gaze at him and stupidly found myself nodding as I drowned in his eyes.

He poured me another glass again, taking one last glimpse at everyone. I snatched it and gulped it down at once.

It burns my throat. Cole grinned, raising a thumb up for me and I felt like crying. It's just a drink, right?

I feel dizzy, shaking my head and trying to smile at Cole who now looks triple before me.

My hands hold another glass as cheers increase in the room and I gulp again, and again and again.

Cole keeps filling up the glass like it's his job. Not until the glass dropped off my hands and I threw my head to the back.

The stars are so bright, I can see an angel floating, and I'm flying, wanting to catch a gold suspended over my head. Everything is double.

Voices are louder, there are moans and I feel hands all over my body and then cole's voice says:

"Easy with her Zane, she can break"

"I get to f**k her first before you guys, we agreed."

I threw my head forward, whimpering and feeling itchy, trying to push the hands on me, but a stronger hand had grabbed a fistful of my hair, hauling me to stand.

Then my body yanked on someone, possibly shirtless because all I see is a sweaty broad chest that I trailed my fingers on.

"Nice shot!" A husky voice praises, and suddenly I can see two guys in front of me, taking off their shirts.

"Let's get this done with"

I couldn't identify their voices, but I found myself chuckling, blushing and running my fingers through my hair.

What's funny?

An arm went around my waist and I felt trapped between two boys wanting to rip off my gown, but I kept pushing their hands off me and laughing. Someone's licking my neck, biting my skin around there and it tickles.

Their eyes were a testament that they were hungry...but for what?

"Stop," I ordered in a faint tone as I felt like passing out as my butt pressed against a c**k from behind. I still had my gown on but my panties dampen and my n*****s point out.

I gasped as I felt a tongue, cold and sticky on the crook of my neck, and a hand grabbed my breasts, squeezing it.

"f*****g stop!" I yelled subconsciously and tried to break out of the trap I think I was in.

Someone was kneading my butt from behind and I tried to find Cole. Or does everyone look like Cole?

I breathe hard, gasp as a gripping sensation flushes inside me.

Unfortunately, everything is blurry. I felt weaker, subconsciously and so scared that I froze.

Please... someone help me. I don't know what's happening to me.

I can't think, horror wears me off and my heart keeps hammering.

Everyone looks like a joker, they're scary and why?

"Argh! Please stop!" I cried having no control of my body except the fact that I'm on a couch now because someone pushes me to bounce on it.

Hands are tearing off my gown and I can't stop them because they look abnormal, and I can't even recall where I am.

Now I feel like I'm wearing only a bra and underwear. I tried to kick my legs, but another was holding it.

How many boys are they in this room...5? No, they are seven if I can recall and cole makes it the 8th.