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When he shoved his hand between my open legs, I cried out, snapping my leg back down too late. I tried to pull my knee up to get it under me, and he laughed at my pathetic efforts. My feet dangled outside the truck, the door still open.

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His free hand was back on my left thigh, his weight settled onto my right side, covering me. I could smell the beer on his breath and something stronger in his sweat, and a wave of nausea rose and fell in my stomach. Let go.вЂќ My voice quavered, but I tried to deliver the command with as much authority as possible. I cried out when he wrenched my arm behind my back, clamping it firmly in his other hand.

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I clawed my left hand into the seat next to my face, trying again to push myself upright, and the hand on the bare skin of my thigh whipped up and grabbed my wrist. My right arm was useless, trapped between my body and the seat. My first thought was DonвЂ™t call me that, but that objection was quickly dismissed in favor of terror as I felt a hand pushing my already short skirt higher. вЂњThe little devil costume suits you, Jackie.вЂќ The voice was slurred but familiar. I struggled to rise but couldnвЂ™t, because the weight on top of me was too heavy. One moment I was pulling the truck door open, and the next I was lying flat on my face across the seat, breathless and immobile. In the initial seconds that followed, I was too disoriented to comprehend what was happening. вЂњFigures,вЂќ I muttered, unlocking the truck door. Once the keys were in my hand I sucked on the finger the slight metallic taste told me IвЂ™d punctured the skin. Swearing when a mechanical pencil jabbed a fingertip, I stomped one stiletto-clad foot, almost certain IвЂ™d drawn blood. The moon was too cloud-obscured and the fully lit windows of the house were too far away to provide any light at the far end of the lot. I hit Send as I dug in my bag for my keys. I chuckled over the thought of the short walk of shame sheвЂ™d endure from the front porch to my truck, if so.

The way she and her boyfriend, Chaz, had been tequila-soaked dirty dancing before they linked hands and tripped up the stairs to his room, she might not be calling me until tomorrow. My message told her to call or text when she was ready to go. From the wide-open windows of the house, music blared across the pavement, punctuated with occasional bursts of laughter, drunken challenges, and calls for more shots.ДЄs tonightвЂ™s designated driver, it was my responsibility to get Erin back to our dorm across campus in one unmangled piece, whether or not I could stand another minute of the party. The night was beautiful and warm-a typical Southern-style Indian summer.

Weaving between the cars crammed into the parking lot behind my exвЂ™s frat house, I tapped out a text to my roommate.

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IвЂ™d just bailed on the Halloween party still in full swing behind me. It was as though he didnвЂ™t exist, and then suddenly, he was everywhere. I had never noticed Lucas before that night. Tammara Webber is the author of theВ Between the Lines series.