Between the Raindrops

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Chapter 11 | You're Mine

“Please, no...” I mumble, trying my best to get away from the stranger leaning against me. He has his hands on my thighs, rubbing slowly. I feel as if my skin is crawling. I feel so disgusting.

“I told you to relax, Princess. Do as you’re told and there won’t be an issue.” His husky, yet daring voice causes me to start crying even more.

“After all, I’m the reason you’re even here.” He says with not a care in the world. He bends down and begins kissing me against my cheek and neck. I try to move, but his other hand comes up and holds my head up in place, almost choking me as his fingers tighten around my throat.

“W-What do you mean?” I manage to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Shane is a good buddy of mine, I told him to invite whoever he wanted. I suppose he wanted you... well, not anymore at least.”

That’s when it hit me.

Jared Winston.

“Jared, please stop. This isn’t funny anymore.” I try pushing him away again with my body, but I get nowhere.

“You’re my guest Addilyn, I’m supposed to give you what you want.” He whispers against my ear. All I can smell is booze and cigarettes coming from his warm breath.

“This isn’t what I want.” I manage to say, my voice becoming louder as his hand loosens against my throat.

“That’s not what it looked like earlier with your big ass grinding all up against me.” I can practically feel him smirking, and then before I can even think, I’m pushed down onto the bed as Jared slides on top of me.

I try to wiggle from underneath him, but he puts his body weight against me and pins me down by my arms, holding them above my head.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He demands, his voice dark and alarming.

“Addilyn!” I hear a muffled voice through the bedroom door. Instantly I know that it’s Shane.

“Sha-“, Immediately Jared clasps his hand down over my face to keep me from being able to scream.

“Shut the fuck up, or this gets worse for you!” He dares me to scream again, tightening his hand around my face, hurting me. I know it’s going to leave a bruise.

Jared and I hear the doorknob to the bedroom jiggle, but then the footsteps walk away. I feel so helpless and weak, and I want to cry knowing that Shane was right there, but he couldn’t get to me.

This isn’t happening Addilyn. You are not going to be raped tonight. You are not going to get hurt. You will not be a statistic. You can get out of this.

Feeling a sudden rage, I lift one of my legs upward, right in between Jared’s. I knee him directly in his man parts. I do it with so much force, that he yelps out in pain and falls over on the side of the bed. He brings his hands down to hold the spot where I kneed him, and I’m able to jump over top of him and get up from the bed.

Right as I make it to the bedroom door, Jared grabs me from behind and aggressively throws me against the wall, hard. The air is immediately withdrawn from my lungs and I start coughing uncontrollably.

Still wanting to put up a fight, I use all of my strength to push Jared, making him fall up against the small dresser that sits on the other side of the room.

He runs toward me again and punches me in the face, causing me to stumble backwards and fall to the floor. I immediately begin crying, but still, I am not going to let him win.

Using one hand to grab my aching face, and the other to swing, I pull my fist back and let it fly using everything I have in me to knock him out. He falls back onto the floor, as he begins holding onto his face.

“You stupid bitch!” He screams while still on the floor.

I use this time to go for the bedroom door again, unlocking it and running out into the hallway.

“Help!” I yell, hoping someone can hear me.

Jared finally manages to stand back up and he runs out into the hallway. I start to slowly back away from him, but my back hits the railing of the staircase and I freeze.

“Leave me alone!” I scream again. With my mouth open, I feel a warm liquid run into it and I wince at the taste of iron. I’m bleeding.

What happens next is a complete and utter blur.

As Jared lunges for me, a tall body jumps in front of me and takes a swing at Jared, causing him to fall backwards against the hallway wall. Jared’s back slams into it, and he falls to the floor having the wind knocked out of him. My knight in shining armor then lunges for him, sitting on top of him and hitting him repeatedly in the face, until he is no longer moving or putting up a fight.

I notice the dark hair and the way his muscles move, so I grab at Shane’s arm and pull him away from Jared.

“Shane! Stop, please! He’s done!” I scream, trying my best to keep Shane from literally killing Jared, though I wouldn’t have been sad if he did.

Finally managing to pull Shane away from Jared, I yank him down the hallway and down the stairs. When we reach the bottom, a few eyes are on us.

Shane finally looks at me. I almost get scared when his eyes widen and his fists begin to clench.

Then I remember my face where Jared hit me.

Does it look that bad?

“Shane, I-“, Shane stops me from speaking by holding his hand up.

“No Addilyn, lets go.” He grabs my hand and we walk right out of the party. I want to at least stop and let Angie and Jaxon know where I’m going, but I also don’t want them to see my face. I decide on just texting them to let them know that I left with Shane.

The second we’re outside, Shane stops to pull me in for a tight hug. I’m hesitant at first, but eventually allow myself to hug him back. This hug, it means everything.

After we pull away, Shane puts me into the passenger seat of his moms car, and off we drive to I assume his house.

We didn’t say a word to each other the entire ride home. It’s a silence that even I’m not comfortable with.

Every few minutes, I discreetly glance over to watch him as he drives. His knuckles are white as they grip the steering wheel. The sobriety starts to take over me, and I become very aware of the pain that starts throbbing on my face from where Jared punched me.

I feel so drained, yet I’m also wide awake.

After pulling into the driveway, Shane immediately gets out of the car and walks around to my side. He yanks open the door and takes my hand. Once I stand out onto the driveway, Shane picks me up bridal style and carries me inside of his house. It takes me by surprise, but I don’t hesitate to wrap my hands around his neck.

The house is quiet, since everyone is asleep. Shane locks the front door after walking inside, and then places me down. I desperately miss the warmth his body brought me, as soon as he lets go.

He grabs my hand and walks me upstairs, pulling me into his bedroom and shutting the door.

He walks over to the other side of the room and stands facing his window with his back to me.

“Shane.” I whisper, my feet permanently planted to the carpet beneath me.

In one swift motion, Shane turns around and takes two steps towards me. We lock eyes and suddenly no words are needed. Our eyes say everything we need to say. I can feel myself trembling under his hard gaze.

Nothing in this entire universe could have prepared me for what happens next.

Without a word, Shane takes another two giant steps towards me and grips the back of my neck hard, pulling me to him and crashing his lips firmly against mine.

I stand there, completely speechless for a second or two, until everything becomes clear and I push myself into him, instantly deepening the kiss.

The need for him overpowers every other emotion I am currently feeling, and I can think of nothing else except for what is happening right in this moment.

This isn’t lust, but so much more than that.

I bring my hands up and grip the back of his neck, my fingers sliding between his short hair, slightly pulling. His hands drop to my waist, pulling me harder against him, leaving absolutely no space between us.

I need him so much.

After a few more minutes of life-changing kissing, we pull away to catch our breaths.

The second we pull away, I want him back against me. Suddenly, nothing made sense in this entire world, unless I was kissing Shane. It’s as if he lit a fire inside me, and only he can put it out.

Shane rests his forehead against my own.

“Add.” He mumbles in his deep, husky voice, and it honestly drives me wild.

“I’m so sorry, Add.” He speaks again, this time causing my eyebrows to furrow.

“For what?”

“For letting that piece of shit hurt you.” He frowns and pulls away, leaving me standing there in the middle of his room, wishing he would take his place beside me again.

He turns around and walks back over to his window, staring out of it.

“I watched him follow you up the stairs, but I didn’t do anything. Not until it was too late.” I can hear the pain in his voice, and I want so desperately to calm him down and make him smile somehow.

“You did everything Shane. You showed up right when I needed you most. Yes, he hit me, but I can take a hit. If he would have gotten a hold of me again, I’m not sure what he would have done to me. You saved me.” I can feel the tears brimming my eyelids and I try to keep them from falling.

“He will get what’s coming to him. After all, once my father see’s my face, Jared will be history.” I try to lighten the mood, anything to get rid of this tension.

“I understand, but there’s still something else bothering me.” Shane turns around to face me again, walking up to me and gently placing his strong hand against my cheek, cupping my face.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers against my ear. “I just wish you would see what I see.”

Shane leans forward and tenderly kisses my forehead. “I’m supposed to protect you, and I failed.”

“Shane, stop beating yourself up over this. To be fair, we aren’t even together and I’m the one who got drunk and pulled Jared onto the dance floor.” I look up into his deep brown eyes, and I can see the anger flash at the mention of Jared’s name.

“But I want to be.” Shane says sternly.

“Want to be what?” I ask, stepping an inch closer to him.

“Together.” He finally lets out a small smile, and I instantly feel butterflies swarm inside of my stomach.

“Y-You do?” I stutter.

“I can’t think of anything else that I would want more.” He grins.

I smile as best as I can, despite the pain from my swollen face. Shane notices me wince, and he quickly pulls away from me.

“I’ll be right back.” Shane then leaves his bedroom.

I walk over to his bed and pull off my shoes. I then sit down and pull the covers over my lap, waiting for Shane to return.

When he finally does return, I notice he’s holding a small white box.

“First aid kit.” He smiles, kneeling down beside me and opening the box on his bedside table.

He pulls out everything he needs to clean up my face, and does just that. I have a deep cut under my eye where Jared’s knuckles met my face, so Shane places a Band-Aid over it and tells me we have to get it checked out in the morning.

I watch Shane as he concentrates on my face. His brown eyes never looked so beautiful.

After he finishes cleaning me up, he walks over to his closet and pulls out a pair of black sweatpants with a large white T-shirt.

“Here, go get changed.” He offers.

I happily take his clothes, having loved wearing them before, and I go into his bathroom closing the door behind me.

After washing the make-up off my face, and changing into Shane’s clothes, I use the bathroom and then go back out into his room after washing my hands.

Shane is already lying down in bed, the covers pulled over him. He opens the covers up, and pats the space next to him.

I hesitate a little and he notices.

“Don’t worry, we’re only sleeping Add.” He smiles.

I nervously bite my lip as I walk over to the side of the bed. I go to take my glasses off, and that is when I realize that I’m not even wearing them. I sigh to myself. Apparently, Jared’s punch to my face caused my glasses to fall off, and me still being slightly drunk, I never noticed. Everything happened so fast, my glasses were the very last thing on my mind at the time.

“Great, now I need new glasses too.” I crawl into bed next to Shane and he securely places his arm over my waist, pulling me to him.

“I’ll take care of it.” He says, and I lean my head onto his shoulder, looking up into his eyes.

We both finally manage to close our eyes after a while, both lying peacefully under the covers.

“Hey Add?” Shane whispers suddenly.

“Yeah?” I whisper back, since I haven’t yet fallen asleep.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

My eyes snap open and I find Shane lying there, his eyes still closed. I smile at him and slowly bring my hand up to rest against his cheek. Doing so, Shane’s eyes slowly start to open and I can feel him smiling at me, since the lights are now off and it’s a little dark.

“I can’t think of anything else I would want more.” I answer, repeating what Shane said to me earlier.

He leans in and gives me a sweet, but short kiss against my lips before lying his head back down onto the pillow and closing his eyes.

Shane Teller is my boyfriend. Holy flapjacks!

“Good, because you were always mine anyway.” He smirks, and then we both finally fall into a quiet, peaceful sleep. We drown out the chaos that was this evening and welcome a new part in our life together.


Slowly opening my eyes, I wince at the throbbing pain from my swollen face. I slowly sit up in bed and realize I’m not at home.

After a few seconds, realization dawns on me and I smile.

I’m just in my boyfriend’s bedroom. No biggie.

I curse under my breath at the pain in my face. I can’t even smile. I can feel how swollen it is, but I’m scared to go look into the mirror.

I glance over at Shane’s side of the bed and frown when I see emptiness. Where did he go?

I went to grab my phone from the bedside table, when I see a small note written on a piece of paper.

“Hey beautiful, went to run a few errands. Be back soon! Please enjoy the Tylenol and glass of water. Perks of having me as your boyfriend.”

I chuckle at the small heart and smiley face he drew next to the note and place the piece of paper down on the table.

I grab my phone and turn it on, sighing at the numerous missed calls and texts from not only Jax and Angie, but also from my mom.

This is going to be a very long day.

I dial Angie’s number and press the phone to my ear, mentally preparing myself for the thousands of questions I’m about to be asked.

“Addie! Oh my God, where have you been? You never messaged me last night! Are you okay? Did you leave with someone? Was it a stranger? Was it Shane? Did you guys hook up? If so, I need juicy details! Also, what the hell happened last night? I heard about some fight that went down between Jared and some guy. Some people were saying it was Shane, but I couldn’t believe that. ADDIE ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?” Angie yells into the phone.

After holding the phone away from my ear for a couple of seconds, I finally place it back against my ear and sigh.

“Angie, relax. I’m fine. Well, sort of.” I begin.

“What the hell happened?”

“You’re not going to like it. No one is.” I can feel the tears beginning to brew as I think about what happened to me last night. Images of Jared’s face keep appearing in my head and I want desperately to forget.

“Are you hurt?” She asks, alarm in her tone.

“No... well yes, but no.” I mumble.

“Where are you?” She yells.

“I’m at Shane’s right now. It’s a very long story Angie, can you and Jax meet me at Fred’s in two hours?” I ask, hopeful that she agrees.

“Of course! We’ll be there!”

“I love you Angie.” I say as a tear falls from my face.

“I love you too girl.” She replies, helping me to calm down a bit.

I end the call and set my phone back down onto the bedside table. I can’t call my parents right now, they will freak out on me and I will be locked away for I don’t know how long.

I need to use the bathroom, so I slowly stand up and when I do, my head begins spinning.

I grab the Tylenol and take a dose, praying that it kicks in fast.

I walk over to the bathroom and turn on the light. I slowly turn to look at myself in the mirror, and when I do, I immediately begin to sob.

The entire left side of my face is black and blue. My eye is blackened and swollen shut while the cut under my eye is still bleeding, the soaked Band-Aid confirming so. I look absolutely horrible.

“Add.” Shane’s soft voice broke the silence surrounding me.

I quickly turn to Shane and when he sees my face in the light of day, his eyes turn cold.

“Oh baby...” He slowly walks over to me and pushes a piece of hair gently behind my ear.

“It looks worse than it feels.” I lie. I have never felt this much pain before in my entire life. Physically and emotionally. To think that someone was capable of doing this to another person, a girl at that. It just baffles me.

“We need to get you to an ER now.” He says, noticing that the cut under my eye had not fully stopped bleeding.

“Give me a minute please? I need to use the bathroom.” Shane nods and walks out into his room, closing the door behind him.

After using the bathroom and washing my hands, I just stand here for a moment to collect myself.

What am I going to do now? How am I going to explain this to my parents? To Angie and Jax? My father is going to go ballistic. He will literally go and try to kill Jared.

Obviously, I want to press charges. While he didn’t get away with raping me, he attempted to and he physically hurt me. My face is enough proof of that.

As much as I want to forget about all of it, and forget about Jared, I know that this isn’t just going to go away. It’s going to be a big part of my life and I’m going to need to be strong enough to fight through it.

I look at my beaten face in the mirror, and at that exact moment, I decide on one thing.

No more starving myself.

I need to eat regularly and I need to put my weight/insecurities on the back burner for now and focus on being strong enough to bury Jared for what he did to me.

With Shane, Angie, Jax and my family by my side, I know I can do this. I have to do this, so Jared can’t do this to some other girl. I need to make him pay.

Finally at an understanding of what I have to do, I walk out into Shane’s bedroom and freeze when I come face to face with Cassandra.

“Oh my God... Addilyn!” Her hands instantly went to her mouth, as she stood in complete shock.

“Really, Cassandra, it isn’t as bad as it looks.” I lie again.

“Who did this to you?” She pleads for an answer.

“J-Jared...” I mumble, looking down at my feet.

“Jared... Winston?” She asks, probably knowing him as being one of Shane’s friends. Well former friend now.

“Yes. At his party last night.” I begin fidgeting with my fingers.

“We have to call the police right now!” She urges, going to reach for her phone.

“Cassandra!” I stop her. “Not right now. I need time to accept everything. I need to see my friends and my parents. I need to tell them first and then I’m going to press charges.”

Cassandra hesitantly nods while wiping a tear from her eye. “I can’t believe someone would do such a thing to an innocent girl like this.”

“Don’t worry ma, I’m handling it.” Shane says, walking inside his bedroom. “First things first.” He opens up a bag and pulls out a purple case. I instantly smile.

“How did you know what kind to get?” I ask, taking the case from him and trying my best to smile while opening it.

“I called Angie and she told me what kind of prescription you have. I spoke with the guy at the store and he said these were the same as your old ones, just not the same kind of frames.” He smiles.

The frames are beautiful and purple, dark purple at that.

I put them on and my vision becomes perfectly clear. “Thank you so much!” I walk right into his arms for a tight hug.

“Is there something you two want to share?” Cassandra smirks in our direction.

“Ma...” Shane sighs, keeping his arm around my shoulders. “Yes, Addilyn is now my girlfriend, if you must know everything.”

My chest explodes at the word girlfriend, and I smile wide, not caring how much it hurts.

“Yes! Finally! You are all this boy has been talking about!” She cheers at our new relationship status.

Shane actually blushes and I can’t help but let out a small laugh.

Feeling the pain worsen, I wince.

“Come on, Add. We need to get you to the ER.” Shane urges. I nod and grab my phone from his bedside table. Then I pull on my doc martens. I didn’t bother changing back into my dress, so I keep his sweatpants and T-shirt on. I pull a hair tie from my clutch and throw my curly hair up into a messy bun.

“Shane, call me and let me know how everything goes. Addilyn, I am so sorry that this happened to you, and if there’s anything you need from us, just let me know!” She smiles, pulling me into a hug.

“Thank you.” I honestly have no idea how I can feel so happy, yet so sad all at the same time.

Shane helps me to the car and begins driving after he pulls out of the driveway.

“You’re probably going to need stitches for that cut, Add.” Shane admits, while keeping his eyes focused on the road.

“Great.” I mumble, keeping my eyes on the view out of the window as the trees pass by.

Do you think that they would put me under for stitches? This is not something I want to feel.

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