Without You

Chapter 16

I like Jake.

Why?

I have never liked a guy before. Ever. I never had a crush on anyone when I was little and as I started growing up I had much more to deal with than guys.

"Ready Carter?" Coach asks me bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah." I say and get on the bus we are taking to the tournament. The football team was going 3 hours to get to some tournament.

I get on the bus and walk down the isle. The school doesn't have enough money for us to get a coach bus or anything so we are on a nice school bus. Note my sarcasm. Oh and did I mention that we couldn't even get a large bus? We are on a middle sized one, not a mini one but not a regular one and we are sharing the bus with most of our bags and equipment.

Coach Wilson took his car and 5 guys and their stuff. I am sitting on a bus with 28 guys and a bus driver that looked like he just escaped a high security prison and then our cheap school were the only ones who would hire him. Jase couldn't come because he was still in the hospital, but out of the ICU. Jack, Nick, and KMP weren't playing because of their concussions and Nick's shattered arm. I wasn't supposed to play but really I felt okay, my wounds were healing and they gave me a good amount of ibuprofen. Really it came down to me or the JV quarterback who was awful.

"Allie sit with me." Chase yells.

"No sit with me." Jake yells. My heart fluttered. It didn't do that before I admitted to myself that I liked him. Acceptance is the first step.

"Sit with me." Nick says.

It was 3 to a seat. But 2 seats got to only have 2 people in them. I ended up sitting with Nick who was across from Jake, Hunter, and Wes. He literally pulled me onto his lap and refused to let me go until I promised I would sit with him. I promised and then felt back I was crushing him with his broken arm. His arm was in a cast and a sling, and I was leaning on it. I luckily got the outside of the seat.

After about 2 hours of listening to my music, Hunter spoke.

"Who's in for truth or dare?"

The whole bus was except the creepy bus driver. The creep looked at me and then called me up there.

"One sec." I said to the guys. I went up and went in the front seat where some bags were.

"Sweetheart, I know why you play football." He states and I knit my eyebrows together in confusion.

"Okay?" I said uncomfortable by the situation.

"Tonight, meet me in the lobby at 9 and I will give you a better time than they will ever give you." He gestures to the guys.

Then it set in what he was saying.

"Heck no." I yell.

The bus becomes quiet and turns their attention to us.

"Your loss, sweetheart. I can also find out what your room num-"

I cut him off, "Stay away from me you creep." I snarl quietly so no one can hear us.

"No can do, sweetheart. We are in a bus." He whispers back and starts chuckling. Then he pulls over the bus. We are on a highway for goodness sakes. Then it dawns on me what he is doing, and I run.

I run to the very last seat and jump on whoever is there. I don't look I'm too scared. Whoever the people are start to curse at me and are telling me to move but I don't.

"Sweetheart we are on a bus I will find you." The creep says.

Then someone grabs me by the waist and pulls me up. I start squirming and then stop when I realize there is a gun pointed at my head. I freeze. Why me?

"Now everyone, here are the rules. Any of you guys move to 'save' the it and you will be shot. I have more than enough bullets. Now you little boys will watch you beloved quarterback be my slut. Got it? Anyone call the police and it will get shot."

I stare into the horrified expressions of my teammates. I want to cry, I want to cry so bad, but I don't, I can't. What the heck has happened to me? A slut?

Why me?

Why me? My life is a mess. It could be some awful drama. Everyone's taken away from a girl and then she gets in a car accident and then raped by some creepy bus dri-

I'm torn out of my thoughts by him slapping me.

"Slut are you listening?"

"Uh uh um."

I hope someone calls the police. I hope someone pulls over. I hope Coach notices.

"Wait here, I have to get something. You better not try anything." He starts walking to the front of the bus. I have gone so many years without getting raped. If only he was drunk and I had a base ball bat.

"Allie, Allison, are you okay?" I look up from my spot against the ground, leaning against the emergency exit door to see KMP looking at me with concern.

"Yeah I'll be okay." I whisper as convincing as I can.

"Shit!" The creep yells, "You tie this around her head. It's a gag, figure it out. If you don't do it, I will shoot you." He throws the gag to Hunter and he catches it. He hesitantly walks up to me and motions me to stand up.

"Allie I'm sorry, I-." I cut him off.

"Do it Hunter, just do it please." I begged him. By now I'm shaking out of fear.

He gently moves my pony tail out of the way. He placed it in my mouth, with all the guys watching. He gently as possible tightened it.

"Allie I'm sorry." He apologized.

Then the bus driver comes back on and I get all nervous.

"Same kid, take off her shirt, leave the bra, and use these on her wrists." He tosses some ropes to Hunter.

"I can't." He says.

"Fine you just missed out on undressing her. Give those to the boy next to you. If he doesn't do it, you both will be shot."

My heart is racing, Wesley has to take off my shirt. "Police will be here soon." Wes whispered into my ear. I shiver. He chuckles.

He slides my shirt easily off my body. I'm standing in front of out football team in my sports bra and leggings. Thank god I put on a sports bra. My only bra actually. Susan promised me she would get me clothes next weekend. If I get out of here. Wesley takes my wrists and ties them together tightly. I winced. Still shaking.

I look up and to my horror half the football team has their phones out, hopefully filming it for the police and not themselves. We were all silent.

It was utterly humiliating and there was nothing I could do.

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