If You Dare (Dare 3)

I lock her door, just to make sure no one comes in here, and survey the room. He left his boxers on the floor along with the condom.

I walk over to the desk that sits in the corner and rip open a drawer to grab a black Sharpie. Then I go back over to her bed and look down at the sheets. They’re mainly just wet from sweat and my come. I grab the sheet and rub it between my legs, trying to be gentle since I’m sore as fuck. I smile when it shows a little more blood on it. I throw his boxers along with the used condom on the now wet and bloody sheets and climb onto the bed. Placing the end of the Sharpie in my mouth, I bite on the lid to remove it and write.

Dear Sis,

I gave him something you never could—innocence.

DEMI

Sophomore year

I wake up with a pounding headache. Rolling over onto my side, a moan escapes my cracked lips.

“Just what the fuck did you think you were doing?” I hear Eli snap. Did he take me home?

I blink, trying to take in my surroundings. I’m in a boy’s room. The clothes thrown on the floor and lack of anything remotely girly give me the first clue. The second is his black hoodie and black bag both sitting on a chair. My memory is a little foggy. How did I get here?

“Oh, come on—”

“No!” He interrupts the girl’s voice. “She could have died.”

I shove off the covers and make my way across the room on shaky legs. My mouth is dry and my head pounds. Cracking the door open, I look at Eli standing by the front door. My sister stands before him on the front porch.

She rolls her eyes. “We were just having some fun.”

“We? David knew what you did?” He growls.

“No. It was Maxwell.”

“Jesus.” He hisses.

She pushes her right hip out. “They like each other, and she needed to let loose and have some fun.”

Liar. She knows I don’t like him.

“So you chose to drug her? Fuck, Becky! What if he had wanted to have sex with her? She wouldn’t have been able to give him consent. Or what if he wouldn’t have cared?”

She looks down, inspecting her nails, confirming what he’s already thinking with her silence. That was their plan.

“God, you are such a fucking bitch.” He sighs.

She looks up at him, glaring. “I’m not here to listen to this. Where is she?”

“She’s not leaving with you,” he answers flatly.

“Eli …”

He slams the door in her face and locks it.

“Eli.” She pounds on it with her fists.

“Go home, Becky!” he shouts before punching the door.

He stands there waiting for her to say something else, but seconds later, her car starts.

He runs his hand down his face, releasing a long sigh.

I make my way back to his bed and crawl under his sheets. They’re nice and cold and feel amazing against my heated skin.

His door slowly opens, and he peeks in to see me now awake. He’s changed his clothes from last night. I remember him sitting at the bonfire and Deke giving me the bottle of vodka. Me walking away and finding David. Then my sister giving me a drink before Eli and I got in his car. Everything else is kind of fuzzy. He wears a white T-shirt that has a band I’ve never heard of and a pair of black shorts. His dark hair damp as if he just took a shower.

“How do you feel?” he asks, coming to sit beside me.

“Lightheaded,” I admit. The room still spins but not as bad as last night. “I have a pounding headache.”

“Here.” He grabs a bottle of water off his nightstand and a couple of aspirin. “Take these.”

“I heard you,” I say, staring at his dark comforter. Tears sting my eyes. “Why would she …?” I can’t finish the question because I know the answer. She hates me. Always has.

He reaches out, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look up at him. “You’re okay, Demi. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. You’re safe here.” Then he leans forward and places a soft kiss on my forehead.

Present

Becky didn’t give two shits about me. We weren’t close, but I never gave her a reason to drug me. I still wonder what would have happened had Eli not been the one to take me home that night. He took care of me. Protected me. I passed out thinking I loved him, but I woke up sure of it. But like anything else in my life, if I wanted it, Becky had this need to take it from me.

That’s why I willingly spread my legs for Deke. A part of her sick and twisted mind still loves him, and I wanted to take something from her that she’ll never forget. And Deke will hate me. Now more than he did before.