Twenty-eight
Cassie
Seth’s shadow loomed over me. He was here. Seth was still here!
“Get away from me.” My voice was a frantic whisper.
Seth’s hot breath hit against my face. I moaned, struggling to get away. No! Not again. I won’t survive.
Dillon and Chase’s laughter echoed in the room.
Seth’s sweaty body pressed on top of me. Then I felt someone tugging my arms.
“No!” I bolted up, breathing in short, painful spurts. I was in my bedroom. It was empty.
Pressing my palms against my face, I tried to erase the memory of what Seth had done to me. I could still feel the way his hands and lips crawled over my body. His cheap cologne and sweat clung to me. Why could I still smell him? I needed to take a shower, to wash his scent off, to forget.
With strained effort, I sat up and everythi
