Page 70 of Because of Liam

“I couldn’t believe my luck when I heard about this party. My last week on campus and my last chance to get you. Make you pay for all the times you turned me down. I couldn’t have thought of a more perfect send-off if I had planned it myself.”

Logan’s back is so rigid, it’s about to snap.

He starts to tug her right boot off and only succeeds in bringing Skye down the bed with it.

“You are really pissing me off now, you know. If I had a knife, I’d just slice this shit off you and I’d make sure to leave a few cuts behind for you to remember me by. Oh, wait? You won’t remember a thing.”

He removes the first boot. Skye tries to scramble up the bed to get away from him. He follows her.

“No, you don’t. We didn’t even start to have fun yet.”

“What are you doing?” Skye’s movements are feeble. The blond hair covers her face, and we can’t see her expression.

“What am I doing? Isn’t it clear by now, sweet Skye?”

The second boot comes off.

“I’m going to fuck you. And when I’m done. I’m gonna fuck you again. And after that, I think I’ll fuck you in the ass. You always did have a nice ass. River got the tits, but you have the ass.”

Skye kicks at him, evading his hands, but Jon finds her ankles and pins her legs down to the bed while straddling her knees. His hands go to her jeans’ button.

“No, no, please, no.”

“Looks like you’re going to put up as much of a fight as your sister did. That’s okay. I like it when they fight. Makes it all the more fun for me.”

“Please, no.” There’s real fear in Skye’s voice. She’s no longer acting.

“Beg all you want but be assured there’s only one outcome for you tonight. I’m going to rape you. Yes, rape. And you can’t stop me. The beauty of it is that you won’t remember a thing and no one will be able to help you. No one will know anything. No one was paying any attention to you. It’s just you and me.”

Her zipper undone, he starts to pull Skye’s pants down.

“We got him,” I hear myself say and before the words are completely out of my mouth, Logan is out the door with Liam behind him. They told me to stay in this room, don’t let Jon see me, to keep him from accusing me—us of a setup. He will have money and his last name in his corner. We need to minimize his chances.

I run after Liam and close the door with me on the inside. One of the hardest things I ever had to do. I want to be near Skye. I need to comfort my sister. Thank her for what she just did for me. I don’t have time to dwell on it as Logan and Liam break through the guest bedroom door. They also rigged the door so it could not be locked from the inside even though it looked as such.

I watch as Logan pulls Jon off Skye and Liam checks on her. Logan has Jon pinned on the floor, his hands trapped behind his back so fast I barely registered what happened.

Jon is squirming under him, trying to fight Logan off. I see Liam reach for zip ties in his pocket and hand them to Logan. A second later, Jon’s hands are firmly locked behind his back. Liam makes the call to 911.

Jon is screaming and cursing them both. “Get the fuck off me. What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“I think I’m stopping a rape.”

“There’s no rape. She’s my girlfriend. Ask anyone.”

Fucking liar.

Skye is visibly shaking. “No, I’m not. You brought me here, and you said you were going to rape me.”

“It was a joke. We’re role-playing. She likes when we do it. Let me go!”

Logan’s hands are opening and closing and I know it’s taking everything he has not to beat the crap out of Jon. This is something we talked about. For the plan to work, the arrest has to be textbook perfect. There can be no reasons for anyone to have any doubts over what happened.

I can hear the sirens. The cops will be here any minute now. I can also hear the commotion of people trying to leave in a hurry downstairs. Liam goes down to meet the police officers, and the house goes suddenly quiet when the music is turned off. The only audible sound is the rapid beating of my heart reverberating in my ears.

I watch everything through the monitors. Cops stop people from leaving the house. There are several of them and they line up people against the wall. The ones who didn’t move fast enough and escaped, that is. It is organized chaos. They are checking IDs and asking questions although I can’t hear anything because the cameras downstairs have no sound feed.

Liam appears on the monitor, walking toward the last room, followed by two cops. The monitor switches to the bedroom and I can see and hear them. One of the cops nods at Logan, who’s still kneeling on Jon’s back and keeping him immobile, but Jon’s thrashing. When he sees the cops, he starts screaming for help, like he’s the victim. What a fucking asshole!

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