Yes, Rebecca knew she had a bit of a potty mouth, and a temper, but usually she kept that all bottled inside. But holy crap, this guy had turned into such a piece of shit. She couldn’t hold back.
Eric’s handsome features twisted into a mask of rage. The funny jock she’d agreed to go on a date with that night had been replaced with this selfish, misogynistic freak show in the driver’s seat, whose priority in life seemed to be getting a blowjob. And if that didn’t happen, look out. He turned from Dr. Jekyll into Mr. Hyde.
Eric gave her the evil eye and jerked the steering wheel over. The car skidded to a halt at the side of the road. He slammed the gear into park, turned and pointed. “Get your ass out of my car.”
The couple in the backseat cackled at her predicament.
A headache pricked at her temples. God, if only she’d been bold enough to ask someone at the party for a landline to call for a taxi, none of this would be happening. She’d be at home, in her pajamas, watching reruns of Buffy. Not here, stuck with these assholes.
“But…” She glanced through the car window at the dense forest and pitch-black nightscape that surrounded them. She was thrilled at the idea of getting away from these jerks. Except… “Go where?” she asked.
“I don’t give a fuck. You’re walking home. Now get out.”
So, she got out of the car. What else could she do?
The chill in the mountain air nipped at her arms and legs. Her cute silver sandals crunched on the asphalt. She slammed the car door shut behind her, trying to think of a really biting parting shot to yell through the open window, the perfect remark to cut him with, but Eric barely waited for the door to connect before punching the gas on his sleek new sports car. He pealed out of sight without a backward glance. The car lights blinked and disappeared around the bend in the road. Silence descended, and Rebecca’s stomach sank like Titanic in the cold North Sea.
She stood there slack-jawed for a moment. Her heart pounded in her chest like she’d just run the mile. It took a good five minutes for the enormity of it all to sink in.
What the hell? Did that really happen? Had she really been dumped like trash, alone, past midnight, in the middle of nowhere?
And holy shit, she’d left her purse on the floorboard of Eric’s car.
She inhaled the crisp pine scent, trying to calm her nerves and not panic. Calm, calm, calm. Rebecca looked all around—at the road stretching ahead, the big fucking trees, the stars in the endless sky, and took another deep breath. Well, at least there was a full moon, so there was a bit of light. She glanced down, yanked her cell phone out of her pocket and tapped on the screen…and of course there was no 4G out here. Because, of course.
Motherfucker.
Her nose started to sting.
Rebecca bit the inside of her cheek and examined the curve of the road and the dark trees on either side. Well, she could crash through the forest, which would be stupid, or instead she could walk along the side of the road. A car might drive by that maybe she could flag down, or at the very least she might find a tiny town, a house, or a minimart. She’d seen those occasionally on the way up but had no clue how far away they were.
She exhaled.
Road it was.
So, she tucked her cell back in her pocket and walked forward, because at least she was doing something that didn’t involve getting hopelessly lost. Cold wind blew against her bare legs, rustling the miniskirt she’d worn that evening. She tightened her paper-thin cardigan around her torso. It was spring. Nice in the daytime, but chilly at night, especially up here in the mountains. And wow, these weren’t some pretend mountains, these were the real deal, the mountains John Muir had backpacked. She guesstimated Yosemite was only about an hour away.
And she wasn’t even remotely dressed for this trek in the wilderness, let alone on the potholed pavement at the side of the road.
Fucking shit.
Rebecca sullenly kicked a small branch out of her way and continued trudging forward on her walk of shame, her desperate path back to civilization. It was freakishly quiet out here, in sharp contrast to the party she’d left earlier and the loud music pulsing in Eric’s car. Out here she could hear the wind brushing through the trees, the hoot of an owl…and that was about it. It would be nice if she weren’t so upset.
“Why?” she yelled out to no one, shaking a fist at the glittering stars in the nighttime sky. “Why?” She choked off a sob, determined not to cry. If she cried, those assholes won.
What kind of sense did it make for them to dump her on the side of the road? She was alone; she could get hurt out here. And no one would know. She’d never be found.
And all because she’d refused to put Eric’s dick in her mouth?
Really?
For that, she’d been literally kicked to the curb. They’d slowed down and pushed her out, laughing like a pack of hyenas. She barely knew any of them. Eric had sat near her in psych class all semester. He’d asked her out a couple of times and she’d kept putting him off, but he was persistent. Finally, she’d agreed. Eric was handsome and on the basketball team, great on paper. Right? Why not give him a chance? What harm was one date? Looking back on it, she should’ve gone with her initial gut reaction of nope, bit of a jerk. But, trying to be nice, she’d given in.
Big mistake.
He’d invited her to a party in the mountains—a two-hour drive away. “It’s slamming. Everyone goes there. You’ll love it,” he’d said.
She wasn’t sure, but he was very convincing.
And, well, sometimes Rebecca worried she was boring.
She never drank, did drugs, or went out to any college parties or functions. Ever. She wasn’t a people person. She liked animals, especially horses. Horses, she could understand. People, not so much. This was why she was studying to become a large-animal veterinarian. But she’d decided she needed to put in more effort to make friends considering she usually kept to herself and hadn’t made a single new friend since moving away to college.
So she went out with Eric and the couple he’d brought along.
Two point five seconds after she’d stepped into the raucous party with Eric and his friends, Rebecca had known it was all a huge mistake. It wasn’t her scene at all. She wanted nothing more than to get away from the pounding music and crush of people. And when Eric had pushed her against a wall in a dark hallway and shoved his beer-soaked tongue down her throat, she’d rebuffed his advances.
And from that point on, things had gone from bad to worse.
Now here she was, walking along a backwoods road, nothing to guide her except the pale light of the full moon. And she was pissed off and embarrassed, a mess of nasty emotions all knotting inside.
And then she heard the noise.
About the Author
Michele Mills lives in California and leads a life of quiet, G rated desperation with her husband and two sons. In an attempt at a fulfilling, R rated inner life that does not include Disney movies and Nickelodeon; Michele reads and writes filthy romance and, well...filthy romance. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.
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