Page 68 of Mercy
I take my car because, of course, Nash probably knows all of Liam’s cars and I don’t want him to ask questions I’m not prepared to answer.
When I pull up, he’s sitting at a patio table outside, which is strange. In all the years I’ve known him, he is never the first one there, he’s always late. He claims it’s called being fashionably late, but he’s just late. There’s nothing fashionable about it, it’s flat out annoying.
I park my car and get out, and as I get close to him, I gasp, “Nash, what’s wrong? You look terrible.”
He fidgets with a sugar packet in his hand as he bounces his leg repeatedly. I sit down and he stares at me, “Thanks, Merce. You look beautiful as always.”
“I got you a coffee,” he pushes it toward me.
“Thank you,” I smile politely.
“I have missed you,” he says.
I push my hair behind my ear unsure of what to say, “Are you okay?” I ask.
“I am now. Come spend the night with me tonight, Merce.”
My head jerks up, I stare at him wide eyed, “What?”
I take a sip of my coffee as I look away from him. It’s hard to see him so unraveled.
“That’s why you sent me a text right? You changed your mind?”
I shake my head, “No, Nash I have not changed my mind. I’m seeing someone anyway. But I definitely would never want you like this.”
“Like what?”
“You’re obviously on drugs, Nash.”
He laughs, “It doesn’t mean I can’t fuck the hell out of you.”
Gross.
“Don’t talk like that, I’ll leave,” I sip my coffee while he continues to fidget with the same damn sugar packet.
“So, why did you want to see me then?” He sits staring at my breasts, and it makes me uncomfortable.
“I wanted to see you. You’re still my best friend, aren’t you? Now, I see that you’re on drugs and I want to help you. I can help you get into a rehab.”
His eyes flash. It’s like watching Bruce Banner turn into the Incredible Hulk. It happens in an instant.
Rising from my seat I say, “I’m going to go,” I run, literally run, to my car, but it’s too late. He comes up behind me and grabs me by the back of my hair spinning me around like a rag doll. Knocking me against the car he lets go of my hair and puts his hand on my throat, squeezing hard, and slams my head against the car window.
“You fucking cock tease.”
My eyes are wide, and panic rises through my body. I have no idea how to get away from him. Liam was right, I should have listened to him. Nash is going to kill me right in front of a coffee shop. He doesn’t care, the boy I knew, is gone.
“You walked around at my dad's house in those skimpy little bikini’s and then act surprised when I want to fuck you? Hell, my dad probably wanted to fuck you. But you wouldn’t do that would you? You’re just a tease that toys with men, just stringing them along.”
He grinds his hard cock into my pelvis. Tears flow down my cheeks, my best friend, and I’ve never been more terrified in my life.
“Oh, don’t be a cry baby you fucking bitch. You said you wanted to help me well this is what I need help with. You’ve given me blue balls, now fix it.”
He lets go of my throat as he says, “Come on.”
“Nash, you need help. I’m leaving. Don’t contact me until you go to rehab or whatever.”
Anger flows through him like a live wire, “So that’s fucking it? Eighteen years and you’re just done with me?”
