Chapter 5

"Oh, yes, you do! You will have Mr. Rowe eating out of your palm. Didn’t you always want to live the high life, here is your one-way ticket to it. But you have to act like you belong there. You have to do that to make the best of it. What are your thoughts?"

“He is willing to help me with my tuition. Don’t immerse yourself in a flight of fantasy that will never happen. Moreover, I am not trying to seduce him, Lory.”

I kept to myself how the fantasy made the butterflies in my stomach flutter.

Could I be sexy and seductive?

I snorted. Mr. Rowe had socialites and celebrities hanging from his arm at every public event he had been photographed at. I could not compare to those women who had a team of people keeping them pretty and classy. I had to get my head out of the clouds before I plummeted to the ground without a parachute. My aim was to work my ass off at college and make something out of myself. I had to remember that I was not on a mission to seduce an older, rich man.

“I know exactly what you are thinking! Don’t you dare put yourself down.” She leveled me with a stern look. "Willow, you are beautiful. Mr. Rowe is obviously attracted to you, we just don’t know why yet. But please stop doubting yourself." 

She walked over and pulled me into a hug. I had to control my eye roll in fear that I would be smacked. Ah, yes, friends were the ones who inflated our egos to the high heavens. Case in point: Lorelei Adams.

I squeezed her back. "I love you, Lory."

"I love you, too. You're my sister from another mister and you are going to charm his pants off." She giggled and I smiled at her naivety. "Come on. You're almost packed up. Let's go to my place and get some other clothes that might fit you."

She drove us to her house and talked me into taking some of her more revealing clothes. Clothes that hurt my conservative sentimentality and looked too small to fit me. I scoffed when she mentioned it would fit me tight and that was a good thing. Still, I allowed her to stuff a small bag full of those clothes. I had no intention of wearing them but I wasn’t going to dampen her enthusiasm. 

On our way back, I brought up what Virgil had said to me one more time. "What do you think he meant that I had more power than I thought?” I asked. I couldn’t get his words out of my head.

Lory glanced over with a smirk. “It means Mr. Rowe wants you.” 

I grumbled, making her laugh. I had a nagging feeling that I was missing a big piece of the puzzle and Lory didn’t help me figure it out. 

“Why are you taking this turn?” I asked when she turned onto a side street that didn’t lead to my house.

“Loosen up, Willow. You need to loosen up now, more than ever. This will be your last drink to say goodbye to all these losers and show them you will have a better life than all of them. Then we will head back to your place.”

I grunted. “I don’t want to go to Grant’s party,” I told her.

“One drink,” she promised.

I gave in quickly. As long as she had one drink, I could leave.

Still, I had a terrible premonition. My gut clenched, screaming at me that something would go wrong. I wanted to stay out in the car, but the idea didn’t fly with Lory. Finally, she dragged me inside with her. The lights were too dim and I had to squint to evade the sweaty and unsteady bodies everywhere. The music pumped loudly, inducing a terrible headache I was sure would get worse when I started my travel.

I was surprised the cops hadn’t been called yet. The neighbors were finicky people who called the cops at the drop of a hat… This was a special gesture for the new graduates, maybe?

I followed closely behind Lory, using her as a shield to not touch people. I moved through the throngs of my former classmates and plenty of people whom I didn’t recognize in the least. When we reached the kitchen, Lory grabbed two cans of beer and held one out to me.

I sipped at mine cautiously as Lory talked to some of our classmates… the ones who were not horrible.

"Willow!" I was startled as one of the idiots from my senior class threw his arm around my shoulder and crushed me to his body.

"Get off me," I choked out, making him laugh and loosen his grip. I shoved his shoulder lightly, but my stink-eye was in full force. "Don't sneak up on me like that." 

"Sorry, babe. I didn’t think you would show up." 

"I only stepped in for a minute. I’ll say my goodbyes and leave."

"Well, Chris will be happy," the other said. 

‘Terrific. That is what I need.’ I thought sarcastically.

"Come on, Willow. Let's go do a lap around the place and then get out of here." Lory pulled me away from the guy’s grasp.

Lory stopped every other second to chat… more like shout at people over the loud music. Somewhere in the middle of the ground floor, I lost sight of her. I decided to go outside ahead of her, knowing she would end up there eventually. I was better off outside, anyway.

After smelling the beer on several people and being stepped on, I was more than ready to shove people away to get outside. I finally reached the door and was relieved as the cool night air hit my face.

Sweet, sweet relief.

I knew one thing for sure after attending the party, I would have zero regrets about leaving these people behind. There wasn’t a single person inside apart from Lory who I cared to keep in my life. I set my almost full can of beer on the porch railing and leaned over to look out into the road.

I yelped when someone sneaked up behind me and put their hands on either side of me, trapping me.

“I just knew you would come,” he whispered in my ear. I smelled the liquor and felt my skin crawl at his hot breath on me.

‘Fucking Grant.’ 

I jabbed my elbow back, enjoying the grunt of pain it elicited from Grant. Yet his arms tightened around me so that I couldn’t wriggle out. Slowly, I felt anxiety grip me.

“You’re always playing hard to get, you minx.” I felt something moist on my neck and felt like puking. He had just licked me!

I was going to kill Lory for dragging me when I got out of here. 

"Get the fuck off me, asshole!" I tried to stomp on his feet, but he easily lifted me off my feet and laughed. 

"I know you want me, Willow. You wouldn't come to my house if that were the case. You stood outside here so that I could see you alone. So, let's make our farewell worth remembering."

He was drunk but his grip was still unbreakable. Worry was more pressing than the disgust I felt when she started to carry me off the porch and around the house towards the back. I screamed out again, kicking my legs at him and using all my strength to fight him off.

Suddenly, his arms were gone and I was dropped to the ground. I spun around, ready to fight him. Instead, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

Virgil had Chris up against the side of the house, his forearm around Chris’ neck, cutting off his air. I stood frozen, watching Chris struggle for air as Virgil pushed him harder against the wall. His eyes blazed with anger.

“I promise you a painful death if you ever touch her again. Understood?” Virgil’s word held a promise. I could tell it wasn’t a threat and I backed away slowly.

A million thoughts ran through my head in that split second. I was thankful for Virgil being there. I shuddered at the possibility of what might have happened if he hadn’t arrived on time.

I was beyond pissed at Chris. I was mad at myself for not being cautious. I wondered why and how Virgil knew to be there. And I was a little scared Virgil would really kill Chris.

I tried to calm myself and moved toward Virgil. I put my hand on his arm, ready to stop him. “It’s okay, Virgil. Please don’t hurt him. I just want to leave,” I said urgently.

Virgil shoved Chris against the wall one last time before he let go. Chris dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes, gasping for air. I stepped in front of him, shoved his foot apart, and kicked him hard in the groin. I felt a smile spread across my lips at the pitiful groan that left him. 

Virgil touched my elbow and guided me to the driveway before I could do any more damage.

He walked so fast that I struggled to keep up with him. I had so many questions to ask, but in the end, I just remembered that Lory was still inside. I stopped immediately and pulled away from him. He stopped as well and turned to look at me with confusion.

“How… why did you appear right on time?”

“I am just doing the job assigned to me.”

I stared at him, recalling his words. He had come to Atkins to collect me. To protect me. I felt like an object that could be dragged anywhere anyone wanted and I was confused about it.

“Were you following me?” I asked cautiously.

"I have to ensure your safety." He never gave me a proper answer. "By the way… you have a stellar kick."

Before I could get another question in, I saw Lory rush out of the front door.

"There you are! I was looking for you everywhere." She ran up to us and hesitated when she saw Virgil standing next to him. She looked him up and down before asking, "Who are you?"

"Miss Adams." Virgil nodded to her, and then looked at me again. "I believe it is time for the two of you to head back home. I am sure Miss Taylor will explain everything in detail later."

He took my elbow again and led me to Lory’s car. "I will follow the car from a safe distance to make sure you are inside the house without a problem."

With that, he walked to his car and slipped in. He waited until we had started to drive to follow us. Lory kept staring at the car in the rearview mirror as she drove.

"What in the world was that about?"

I had no way to answer her question. I was still muddled with what had just transpired.

"That was Virgil," I said dumbly.

“I gathered that. But what happened and why was he there?”

I tried to clear my mind. I told her what had happened with Chris and how Virgil showed up right on time.

“Holy hell. I am so sorry, Willow. I had no idea Christ would do something like that. I feel like shit for forcing you to go.”

I waved her off. I was not angry with her. “Don’t apologize for that asshole. Why does his conduct have to do anything with you?”

Right now, there was a bigger situation plaguing me apart from Chris’ drunken advance.

“Uh… I think this situation with Mr. Rowe is more than I can handle,” I told her honestly.

We remained silent until Lory pulled into my driveway. When we stepped into the house, I saw Virgil sitting in his car. He only drove off when I closed the door after getting inside.

We stood there at the window long after Virgil had left. After a while, Lory looked at me before she spoke. “You’re right.”