Broken Hill Havoc (Broken Hill High Series 5)

The first thing I notice is the bodies crammed into the room, each of them covered by a thick layer of smoke which rushes out the door and into the hallway. The music in here is just as loud and I wouldn’t be surprised if no one hears the door breaking down

The room is crowded with boys, each of them with their attention on something in the center of the room, but what really gets me is the way that half the guys here have their dicks in their hands.

My stomach drops as my eyes scan across the room. Something tells me this is it. She’s in here somewhere. One girl in a room full of guys.

I barge my way in with my boys at my back. They instantly start grabbing guys and laying into them. Fists fly and it doesn’t take long for these fuckers to go down. It’s a fucking riot. The crowd begins to thin and my world is crushed when I finally lay my eyes on her.

Tora stands in the middle of the room in ripped underwear, in fact, standing is not the word to use. She’s being held up by two guys, each of them grinding into her from the sides. Her clothes lay around the room, all in ripped pieces of material.

Her eyes are closed and her head is lolled to the side. A tear stains her cheek and I yell out to her. “Tora.”

She doesn’t respond, but her eyelids flutter, giving me the tiniest bit of hope.

Hands are all over her. On her stomach. Cupping between her legs. Her breasts. Her neck. Hickey’s mark her skin. It’s clear that she’s been drugged and I pray to god that whatever has been forced into her system will make her forget the details of what’s gone on here.

The guys watch her with a strange familiarity as though this isn’t something new. This is something that happens all the time. There’s none of that rushed excitement that comes from the first time. This is routine. They’ve done this to girls before. The questions is; how many?

Fury pulses through me and in the blink of an eye, I launch forward. I push bodies out of my way, desperate to get to her. I clock someone in the jaw and hear the familiar sound of a bone breaking, and fuck, it feels good.

The guys are so taken by Tora, that half of them don’t even notice us coming, not until I get to the center and sucker punch the guy on her right. He doubles over and falls to the floor.

Tora falls into the other guy who scrambles to hold her up while I bring my foot back and slam it into the ribs of the guy on the floor.

Next up. The guy on her left.

I grab his shoulders as Tora lolls to the side in his arm. I slam my forehead right into his face, instantly breaking his nose as a rush of blood comes spurting out of it. He releases her and goes down.

Tora crumbles towards the ground.

I reach out and catch her, instantly scooping her into my arms as the sound of sirens begins wailing throughout the house. Relief pours through me, knowing she’s safe in my arms and no more harm can come her way, but her eyes haven’t opened, she’s breathing erratic, tears are still staining her cheeks, and I haven’t gotten her out of here. Not to mention, Josh still hasn’t paid for this.

It’s not over yet. Not even close.

I turn to make my way out of the back room and have to weave my way through flying fists, fallen bodies, and splattering blood.

As I make my way towards the door, I notice a fucking camera, sitting atop the door frame and that awful day in high school is once again at the forefront of my mind.

That sick fucking bastard. He’s been sitting back watching her get abused. Humiliated. He would have sat back and watched her get raped. Over and over again.

I bet the fucker isn’t even here. He’s probably watching from some dark room, getting himself off. I look straight into the camera, promising him that I’m coming for him before I reach up and grab the stupid thing, tearing it off the wall and away from the cords connected to it.

I swear if this is live streamed… fuck. I don’t even know what I’ll do.

I get out of the room just as the cops start forcing their way into the house. I slip out a side door, knowing they’ll probably detain me at the door, not letting me out until they know what’s going on, but that’s not what Tora needs. She needs to be out in the fresh air. She needs to get help.

“Nate,” she cries.

I look down at her as I hurry around the side of the house. Her eyes are still closed and my heart breaks as I realize she’s calling out for me, needing me, wondering where I am. Does she know I got her out? Does she recognize the feel of my arms around her body?