I don't want to be yours. I don't want to be anybodies. I want to be me. I want to be Boston. I want to forget about the past and live my life. I want to be noticed but unnoticed by you. Leave me alone, Liam, because this time we really will kill each other. Don't try and find me, because I don't want my memories to haunt me like they happened yesterday. Like Hollywood says, two celebrities never make it out alive. And we are the perfect example.


11. love drug

I woke up in a grocery cart. Yeah, not the most pleasant morning. My white clothing was crusted with dirt, my left shoe was gone and my blonde hair was tangled with the metal of the cart. I pulled myself out of the cart and felt terrible. Everything didn't feel good. I looked down and saw my toes escaped into the warm sand. 

Where the fuck am I? I pushed my hair back and decided to get back on a main road. I don't know why I let Liam convince me to go to that stupid club last night. I don't remember half of it and probably for good reason. 

I went passed the stone boulders and with a slight walk forward I made it to the asphalt of the road. The sun was so bright and my head was pounding. I decided to remove my other shoe and was carrying it with my index finger. I was waiting to come across a sign of where I was, but still nothing. 

How did I even get out here? Normally a girl would get scared but I was close to being pissed. How could Liam even let me leave on my own? The sand on the edge of the road was hot and my feet started to burn from lack of footwear. 

I tried to look ahead, my eyes almost closed from the sun. The road seemed to go on forever. 

Then I heard the roar of an engine. I looked behind me to see a black sports car come closer to me. I decided to keep walking, not wanting any trouble. Then the car started to slow, almost to a stop beside me. 

"I've finally found you."

I stopped and looked towards the car, the British accent igniting fire in my ears. I narrowed my eyes at the driver as I walked forward and opened the door roughly. I grabbed him by his white tee shirt. He was heavy, but I was high on adrenaline. 

"Okay, okay, I know you're pissed--."

"Pissed?!" I slammed him against his nice black car. "I woke up in the middle of nowhere and you just think I'm pissed? Liam, I don't think you realize how much I hate you right now." 

"I'm sorry," he held his hands up in surrender. "Look, last night, we were together and I turn my back for five seconds and you were gone."

"Don't fuck with me."

"I'm telling the truth!" He looked down at me actually scared. "I went to go get drinks and next thing I know you're gone." 

"What? But last night. You and I, after the party, we--Liam last night we had sex. I remember."

He shook his head. "I've been driving roads since two a.m. looking for you. We didn't do anything." 

I closed my eyes briefly. "Liam, something happened last night."

"Get in the car and tell me on the way."

I bit the inside of my cheek and decided to get into the car. Taking deep breaths, I tried to remember. 


"That's it," I told him. "Everything I remember. I went into a room, a dark room, maybe one or two candles and I remember someone touching me. I thought it was you."

We were now on a road I know, we were close to my home. 

I looked over at him, "What are you thinking?" He exhaled before he made a quick right turn. "What the fuck Liam."

"I didn't think it was possible," he said. "Sensation was never like Tomorrowland."


"How could I be so stupid?" He slammed his hand into the steering wheel. 

"What?" I asked him. "Do you know what happened?"

"I need to get you to a hospital."

My eyes widened, "For what?!" 

He stopped at a red light and looked at me, "Bo have you ever been drugged unintentionally?" 

"No, I always watch that stuff. I mean except for that one time when you drugged me back at the festival."

He shook his head, "That doesn't matter. But whatever sick dickhead knows how to get around the normal precautions." 

"You think I was drugged?" 

"You not remembering clearly. Waking up in the middle of nowhere. Bo, I don't know what drug, but we need to find out." 

He placed his hand on my thigh and his fingers rubbed gently over my inner thigh and I gasped from the stinging pain. He quickly pulled his hand away and pulled the car over. 

He got out and walked over to my side and pulled the door open. He took hold of the belt loops of my pants. "Lift," he muttered before he slid my pants down to my knees. I didn't care about the busy road or walking pedestrians. I was also curious. 

He slid his fingers in between my thighs and within seconds deep purple bruises begun to appear on my skin. 

"Fucking bastard," mumbled Liam. "He better have used fucking protection." 

He stood up and reached for his cell phone. "Liam, are you saying--?"

"Lou," he said into his phone. "I found Bo. No she's not fine. We're going to the hospital." He looked towards me, fear washing over his face. "I think she was raped." 

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