Yuki -

I didn’t think the entrance to a pizzeria could ever look to scary and intimidating. Then again, I didn’t think I’d ever have to see him again either.

I hop off of Festus and put the kickstand down, rubbing the seat in a tender way. I was being really weird today.

Hmm, gee. Yukes, I wonder why! Maybe it's because you’re willingly meeting your fucking rapi-

You didn’t say no loud enough. That’s not his fault. That’s yours.

Your fault. Your fault. Your fault.

The ring of the door echoes in my ears as I open the door, smells of fresh sweet cheese and tangy sauces course through the air like notes on a page. I try to calm myself by inhaling once more, feeling myself calm down as I stretch my hands in a repeated gnarled manner.

A whistle reminiscent to a bird’s song flies into my ears, the tones fluttering and settling as I look for it's owner. There he sat, in a booth facing me. A crooked grin on his face.

To say he was attractive was an understatement. Strong and muscular, on the baseball team. One look into his starry blue-green eyes and dimpled rosy cheeks against a pale complexion, and you could tell that his daddy bought him onto the team. Boy practically bled white privilege.

He beckons me towards him before whistling the bird’s song once more, a song we came up with after going to the aviary together. I shudder at the memory.

I slide into the booth across from him, trying to keep my legs tucked under me in any attempt to avoid contact with him. He pouts when I fold my hands instead of taking mine in his, as if this was some sort of game. I put on a scowl.

“It’s been so long my little Jay, I missed you!” I wince as my body draws near him, his voice making me ache.

“Don’t do that.” I grumble, slouching in the seat.

“Do what-”

“Why the hell did you want me here, Zayne.” I question, his name pouring out of my mouth like hot putrid garbage.

Yeah, Zayne with a y. His parents were those people. He raises his hands as if he was being detained, which I’m sure he has been before, as if he wanted nothing more with me than to chat.

I scowl, and he clears his throat before leaning in.

“I want you to call off the dumbass dogs. Making my father look bad.”

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” I spat, and he stops himself from slamming his fist on the table in frustration. He smiles and unclenches his fist.

“Some private detective keeps following me around, taking notes on me and questioning every girl I’ve dated.You know how much money I had to spend shutting those whores up?” He glares at me, and I blink back in shock. Whoever sent that guy was either really stupid, or even more powerful than the Prescott family.

I went with really stupid.

“Maybe just don’t hurt people.” I murmur, looking down as he makes eye contact with me. I couldn’t meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry Jay, what did you say? I couldn’t hear you over your moaning.” He spits out, and I shudder.

“Maybe you shouldn’t hu- No. You didn’t hurt people, Zayne. You raped women. You raped me. I said no. I meant no. I begged and cried and pushed you as hard as could but that goddamn-” My voice breaks, and I straighten my shoulders a bit.

“But that goddamn pill you gave me was too strong to fight off. Drugging me so I can’t fight back isn’t consent. You raped me.”

He leans back, exhaling and pushing his sandy blonde hair out of his eyes.

“The day you finally decide to grow a fucking backbone. God fucking dammit!” He curses, bringing his fist down on the table. I whimper as he draws me in again with his words, making me feel guilt. The truth was, if I could just be strong enough, it wouldn’t have an effect on me.

“Yeah. It was about damn time I did too.” I murmur under my breath, before straightening myself out. I needed to find this detective. I needed to talk to anyone I could to get this guy behind bars. If someone else went through what I did because of my hesitation, I would not be able to live with myself. I pull out my phone and press record, not even knowing what I would do with this.

“Why… why did you do this, Zayne?” I question, and he smirks as he meets my gaze, before leaning in closely.

“Because I can.. I get so easily bored and… hearing them beg makes a fun pastime.” He smiles, full dimples in view. I feel like hurling. I straighten myself out, pushing the phone between my thighs to make sure he doesn’t question why my hands weren’t apparent.

“Tell me something, Jay. Why’d you come here?” He asks innocently, his long ebony eyelashes brushing against his cheeks.

“Because I wanted to be able to blame myself. But that’s not what I needed. If you’ll please excuse me…” I begin to get up, and he grabs my arm. A waiter walks by and winks at the two of us, as if this was some romantic scene unfolding. He squeezes roughly into my soft flesh, and I let out a sob, ripping away from him.

“Get the fuck away from me!” I let out, before bolting towards the door. My eyes are blurred with tears as I can hear the monster being stopped by some random guy in the restaurant. Thank god he wasn’t following me. I duck out, reaching Festus and driving wherever wasn’t here.

I needed to not be here.

It’s not my fault. No, it wasn’t my fault. It's over. Past tense.