A faint smile touched Angela's lips.
I really missed them…
"Do you want a drink?" Jerry asked, interrupting her thoughts.
She shook her head immediately.
"No, I'm fine. Let's not stay too long, okay? I'd like to leave soon."
They spent some time together, though Angela remained slightly distant, her attention drifting now and then.
Then, without warning, Jerry collapsed.
He fell from his chair, clutching his stomach.
"Jerry!" Angela gasped, rushing to his side. "Are you okay?"
Fear gripped her instantly.
"I told you not to come!" she said, panic creeping into her voice. "You're not fully recovered, you should be resting!"
"Just… take me to a room," he muttered weakly.
"A room? No, we should leave and take you home," she insisted.
"Please…" he said again, his voice strained. "I just need to lie down."
Seeing how helpless he appeared, Angela reluctantly helped him up and supported him toward a nearby room.
Inside, the noise from the party faded slightly.
Angela helped him sit down, her concern still evident.
"How are you feeling now? We should go home. You really need proper rest," she said.
Jerry didn't respond immediately, Instead, he slowly stood up.
Angela frowned.
Something felt… wrong.
Before she could react, he pushed her aside and quickly locked the door.
Her heart skipped.
"What are you doing?" she asked, confusion turning into unease. "You said you weren't feeling well.."
Jerry turned toward her, his expression no longer weak.
"I've always wanted you, Angela," he said, his voice now completely different.
The room suddenly felt suffocating.
Angela's breath caught as realization dawned on her.
"This isn't funny, Jerry," she said firmly, stepping back. "Open the door."
He only smiled.
Fear began to rise within her, sharp and overwhelming.
"Open the door… or I'll scream," she warned, her voice trembling with urgency.
"No one will hear you," he replied calmly. "The music is too loud."
Angela's chest tightened.
"You're disgusting," she snapped, anger breaking through her fear.
His expression darkened instantly and before She could fully process what was happening, Jerry's grip tightened.
In one swift motion, he pushed her back, She fell onto the bed.
"Jerry, stop!" she gasped, panic rising instantly.
He didn't listen.
He leaned in, trying to force his lips against hers, but Angela turned her face away desperately, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.
"Please! This isn't you, stop!" she cried, her voice shaking.
She struggled beneath him, pushing against his chest with all the strength she could gather. Her hands trembled, her breaths coming in short, uneven bursts.
But he was stronger, far stronger.
Every attempt she made to break free only seemed to tighten his hold on her.
"No!" she shouted, her voice louder now, filled with fear. "Someone, please help!"
Her cry echoed within the room…
But outside, the music blared on, loud, overwhelming, drowning her voice completely.
No one heard. No one came.
Her heart sank.
The door.
Her eyes darted toward it for a split second.
Locked.
The realization hit her like a wave.
How am I going to get out of this…?
Panic surged through her, sharper now, more desperate.
"Jerry, please…" she begged, her voice cracking as tears streamed down her face. "Don't do this… please…"
She twisted beneath him, fighting to free her hands, her body resisting with everything she had left.
Her mind raced, searching, anything, any way to escape but fear clouded her thoughts, her strength was fading. Still, she refused to stop struggling.
Her fingers pushed against him again, her movements weaker but determined, her entire being rejecting what was happening.