Darcy swallowed then said, "It was around two in the morning, and Sean asked me to go check on you. You told him you were going to the bathroom before we took you home, but you were taking your time. He figured you were off somewhere in the house with Jess and Sarah drinking and shite like that."
I sat in silence as he spoke.
He lightly laughed, "I thought you were off somewhere in the house and that you just didn't want to be near me. But to appease your brother I went upstairs to check on you, and I heard you inside the bathroom... I heard him too."
I froze in my seat.
"W-what?" I whispered.
"I know, Neala," he replied, his voice barely audible.
Oh, my God.
He knew?
That was the worst night of my life, my only secret and Darcy knew about it?
"I heard you laughing, then slurring so I knew you somehow got some drinks into you," Darcy said then balled his hands into fists. "I heard Trevor Nash, the fucking wanker, telling you to give him head, and then I heard you do it. I wanted to stop you, but I knew it was your mistake to make and if I intervened, you would have just hated me even more than you already did."
He sat back then and leaned his head back on the couch.
"I don't know why I stayed outside the door, something in me gut told me to, so I did. I was lucky I did because when Trevor told you to pull up your skirt and you said no I heard the noise of the slap he gave you. I didn't hesitate, I kicked the door open and the sight of you on the ground with Trevor standing over you undoing his jeans enraged me. As you can expect, I punched the shite out of the prick." Darcy kept his eyes closed as he spoke.
"I only stopped hitting him when I heard you starting to cry. I picked you up and when I tried to bring you downstairs you begged me not to because you didn't want Sean to know what happened. You knew it was me you were talking to, but you didn't at the same time. It was weird. You asked me not to tell anyone because everyone would think you were a slut for giving Trevor head even though you were really a virgin."
I blinked back tears when Darcy turned his head to the side and looked at me.
"So I didn't tell anyone, and to this day I haven't. I brought you down the hall and sat down with you until you fell asleep. Trevor stumbled out of the bathroom and out of the house without notice, during your slumber. You woke up about thirty minutes later, and instead of being upset, you shouted at me for being so close to you. You remembered what Trevor did, I could tell by the look on your face, but you didn't remember any of what I did. It didn't matter that I didn't tell anyone what he was about to do to you either because karma got him back later that night."
The karma he is referring to is the car accident Trevor got into after he stole a car with two of his friends after he left the party. A drunken Trevor Nash crashed the car - he was driving at such a speed down the mountain that he wrapped the car around a tree. Literally. The crash instantly killed all three people in the car.
I couldn't say I was sad to hear it either.
I felt for Trevor's family, and the family of his friends, but that was it.
I remembered the look on his face when I told him no, and I knew that he was going to try and force me to do what he wanted me to do. If he got the chance, he would have raped me that night.
But he didn't, and now I know why.
Darcy stopped him.
"Darcy... I-"
"Don't. Don't thank me for something anyone would have stepped in to stop."
I swallowed. "You stopped him from raping me, I don't think you realise the years of hurt and pain you saved me from."
Darcy looked back up to the ceiling and sighed, "I don't think that's true. I've put you through some crazy shite over the last few years."
I wiped my eyes as I unexpectedly snorted, "Our fights were that best thing for me back then, it gave me something to focus on so I wouldn't focus on what... what almost happened."
Darcy gave me a one-shoulder shrug. "I know, that's why I was such a cunt to you up until we were twenty. I was your personal distraction."
I rolled my slightly swollen eyes. "You didn't stop at twenty, you're still a cunt to me. The doll, remember."
Darcy groaned, "You're never going to let that go, are you?"
I shook my head.
"Well, I hope you enjoy disappointment because you aren't getting it."
What?
"Excuse me?"
Darcy looked to me and raised his eyebrows. "What's the shocked look for?"
"You just revealed something so deeply intimate to me. You just told me you stopped me from being raped when I was a teenager... and yet you still won't give me the fucking doll?"
Darcy blinked at me. "I didn't think telling you what you asked to hear was invitation for you to think you had a claim on the doll."
I couldn't believe it.
"You're unbelievable."
Darcy shrugged. "Tell me something I don't know."
I glared at him. "You still didn't answer my question, you said I was a virgin, but how would you know that? I was a virgin back when I was sixteen, but I'm twenty-five now."
"So?"
"So I'm not a girl anymore."
Darcy did something that caused my insides to jump. He looked down to my body then back up to my eyes. "I can see that, but so what? Your body grew, but you're still the same girl I've known all my life. You took what happened very seriously, like any person would. You wouldn't get with just anyone back then, and even more so now. I don't know for certain if you're a virgin, but I'm pretty damn sure you are. You're guarded, you don't get close to people. Your idea of a night on the town is a trip down the pub with our families. You aren't an out there kind of girl so I can't imagine you just dropping your knickers at the drop of a hat for anyone."
"Like Laura Stokes you mean?" I widened my eyes right after I said it.
I didn't mean for that thought to slip out.
Darcy chuckled, "Yeah, you're nothing like Laura Stokes, Neala Girl."
Wow.
Talk about a low blow.
Laura Stokes was everything I wasn't. She was tall, slim, had a big arse, and big boobs. She was beautiful and had naturally long thick strawberry blonde hair. Darcy saying I was nothing like her shouldn't have hurt or upset me so much, but damn it, it did.
"You know what? Fuck you, Darcy!" I snapped and stood up off the couch and stormed out of the room. "And I am virgin," I shouted, "but so what?"
"What the hell did I do?" Darcy shouted as he followed me out of the living room and into the kitchen.
I stormed all the way to the storage room and slammed the door shut after I was inside it.
"Neala, are you seriously escaping me by going back into the storage room?"
I was trying to escape.
I slapped the door. "Leave. Me. Alone."
He was silent for a moment then a little thud came against the door and I didn't know if he was leaning against it or not.
"I don't know what is wrong with you, and you can bet your arse we'll be talking about it, but if you wanna sulk in there like a child for awhile, go ahead."
Don't take the bait.
"I will."
"You do that," Darcy laughed.
I screeched, "Go. Away!"
God.
"No, this is my house, remember?"
He couldn't just leave me alone!
I grunted in defeat and kicked the door open, it hit Darcy who was standing behind it and he yelped like a girl. That made me feel a little better. I stepped out of the storage room and walked out like nothing was wrong. I made sure to ignore Darcy and stupid Einstein.