Roommate - S01 E40

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Roommate - S01 E40

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 40

Trigger Warning: the following chapter has some things some people may find disturbing. Please read at your own discretion.

Nicole

I was lost. It seemed like Blake was avoiding me, but that would be crazy. Considering how much he bothered me to even start talking to me. I didn't understand what I did or if I even did anything at all.

Last I remembered, we were good. Now it felt like we weren't.

Frustrated with my overthinking—something I'd been doing for the past week—I shook my head and tried to focus to whatever the professor was saying. I missed out on the first twenty minutes of the class all because I was thinking about that blue-eyed jerk.

He could crash his car for all I cared now. I was done letting him come between me and my degree. If he wanted to avoid me then fine, he wouldn't even have to see me anymore.

It felt like I was begging a wall to stay with me during the Halloween party. So I stayed sitting there as he walked away from me anyway. All I wanted to do was have some sort of company. He acted as if I was begging him to jump off a cliff or something that was threatening his life.

Despite not wanting to think about him anymore, that was all I did until the class ended and I watched everyone exiting the room. I huffed in frustration, hating that I had to ask someone for their notes of the lesson.

I hoped wherever Blake was he was choking on a dick. A musty one. One that smelled like piss.

As I was walking to my room, I noticed a group of guys huddled by the door. I slowed my steps, wondering what the hell they were doing so close to where I had to go into. They were talking and laughing and just being friends and that wasn't a crime, but I didn't get why they had to be there.

A bit hesitant, I continued to near them. They kept talking and laughing as I got closer and closer. When I finally stood in front of them, they all turned their focus on me and I forced a smile. "Sorry, I just gotta get inside."

"Oh, shit, my bad," the one right in front of the door chuckled as he stepped aside, letting me scan my key card to get into the room.

With one last forced smile in their direction, I pushed the door open and walked inside. Except that when I went to close the door behind me, they forced their way in. Before I could even question them or scream, the one that was standing in front of the door wrapped a hand over my mouth. "Don't try anything stupid."

Tears pricked and welled in my eyes as my chest felt like it was constricted. I was hyperventilating under his hand and was finding it hard to get enough oxygen into my system.

The last one walked through the door and let the door shut behind him. I was now stuck alone with them. And considering Blake was avoiding me, I doubted he'd be able to come to my rescue.

What the fuck did I do to get in this position? Why me?

My eyes bounced between all of them as they smirked at me, looking at me from head to toe. Oh, god.

Shutting my eyes tightly, the tears spilled down my cheeks as I still tried to breathe with his hand in the way. It smelled like he was working with car chemicals, and it was only making it harder for me to breathe.

"If you promise not to scream, I can let you breathe." Needing that badly, I immediately nodded my head at him, begging him with my eyes. "You know how stupid it would be if you tried anything, right?" I nodded again. "Okay."

He pulled his hand away from me and I choked out a sob as I backed away from him as much as I could. The back of my thighs bumped into my bed and I climbed up on it. Pushing my back against the wall, I hugged my legs and looked at all of them. My lip was quivering as I said, "Why are you doing this?"

"Do you even know what we're doing?"

I could feel a panic attack building up inside me and I cursed myself. The last thing I needed was to be even more vulnerable in front of strangers that clearly had no good intentions. Not if they forced their way into a room alone with a girl.

"Well?"

I couldn't breathe right. The few breaths I managed to get into my lungs were short and shaky. "I don't know," I finally choked out.

"We see how much Blake cares about you." My eyes snapped up at the mention of his name. What the fuck did I have to do with anything if it involved him? "He fucked my girl and she left me. Now I'll have to fuck his."

I felt disgusted that I was really gonna go through something this fucking shitty all because Blake was a homewrecker. Being a player was one thing and going for girls who were taken was another.

"I'm not his."

The guys all laughed at me as I was still trying to keep a panic attack from actually happening. I did my five second breaking technique despite the men around me making the room feel a lot smaller than it needed to be.

I felt like I was suffocating.

"Will you make this easier for us or do we all need to keep you in check?"

The one that got cheated on approached me and I tried to cower further into the wall. Of course I went nowhere. And when he propped his knees on my mattress to climb on my bed, I couldn't hold it in anymore. Tears bursted from my eyes and I was hyperventilating, feeling like I was actually going to die.

His hands grabbed my ankles and I gasped as he pulled me to the edge of the bed.

"Hey, do we get a turn?"

"Fuck off." The guy basically growled at his friend and completely ignored that the girl under him was having a full on breakdown. Maybe he was prepared for it, though.

I regretted so many things in life, but rooming with Blake might take the cake now. If just sleeping in the same room was reason enough for this jerk to take advantage of me then I hated that I even came to this school.

His hands reached for the hem of my shirt and as he went to lift it, I grabbed his wrist and begged, "Please don't do this. Blake doesn't even care about anyone, let alone me."

"That's not what he shows." He pulled his hand away from me roughly and fisted the material of my shirt in both hands before pulling in opposite directions, ripping it right down the front.

I whimpered as I was left in just my bra. This was actually gonna happen and I couldn't even do anything to stop it. One thing was forsure, once this was over I was requesting a room change as an immediate request. I could not be in here any longer after tonight. I'd stay in Pat's room until the request went through.

As he went to unbutton my jeans, the door beeped three times and I didn't know if I should laugh or cry at Blake's failed attempt at opening the door. The guys all froze and I quickly took my chance to climb up the bed again, pushing my back against the wall.

He tried again and pushed the door open when it actually worked. The moment he saw all the guys in the room, his eyebrows dipped, his eyes looking at each one of them before finally landing on me.

I wasn't exactly sure what he was looking at, but I could give a good guess that my hair was a mess, my cheeks were stained with black streaks from my mascara. And the ripped shirt was the most obvious sign of distress.

I saw his jaw tick as he dropped his stuff on the floor and fisted his hands.

"What the fuck are you doing in here, Paul?"

"Getting my get back, douchebag," Paul chuckled humorlessly before taking a few intimidating steps towards Blake. He didn't even budge, he just looked more pissed.

"If you have a fucking problem with me take it up with me. What the fuck are you doing with her? She has nothing to do with my decisions, dumbass."

That also seemed to piss Paul off more as he took more steps to get in Blake's face. "The only dumbass here is you."

"I'm not the one in a room I shouldn't be in. Should I report this shit to the front office?" The calm rage Blake was going through was more terrifying than if he was shouting and fighting them. "I suggest you get the fuck out before I call the police."

Paul's friends didn't need to be told twice as they walked past Blake and left the room, never saying a word. Now alone, Paul cursed out loud before stomping out of the room, punching the wall as he left. I flinched and hugged myself.

The door shut again and Blake relaxed a bit, but not fully. He rushed over to me and scanned me. Wiping the tears off my face before sliding his hands down my arms and all along my body, making sure he didn't hurt me. "Nicole, what the fuck, are you okay?"

I was still trying to calm myself down, but I nodded anyway. I didn't want to talk to him.

"I'm so sorry. I don't even know that guy."

I just nodded again as I climbed off the bed to go to the bathroom.

"Nicole."

I closed my eyes tightly as I walked past him, giving him my back as more tears slid down my face.

I hated him.

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