Slammed

hoping it will be enough.
     
    "Layken, you don't need to stay back here by yourself."
     
    "Fine. I'll just text Eddie to bring it out. Do you have your phone?"
     
    He pats his pockets. "No, it's in my truck. Come on, you can use it." Javi says this as he reaches down and takes my hand and leads me toward his truck.
     
    He unlocks his door and reaches inside for his phone.
     
    "It's dead," he says as he plugs it into the charger. "Give it couple minutes to get a charge, then you can call her."
     
    "Thanks," I say as I lean against his truck and wait.
     
    He stands next to me as we wait for the phone to charge. "It's snowing again," Javi says as he wipes something off my arm.
     
    I look up and see the falling flakes contrasted against the black sky. I guess we're about to finally see what a Michigan Winter really looks like.
     
    I turn to face Javi. I was about to ask him something about snow tires, or plows but it slips my mind as soon as his hands grasp my face and his tongue makes its' way into my mouth. I turn my face and push against his chest with my hands. When he feels my resistance his face backs away from mine, but his body is still pressed against me, pushing me against the cold metal of his truck.
     
    "What?" he smiles. "I thought you wanted me to kiss you."
     
    "No, Javi." I'm still pushing against him with my hands but he doesn't budge.
     
    "Come on," he says with a smug grin on his face. "You didn't leave your keys inside. You want this." His mouth encircles mine again and my pulse starts to race against my chest. It's not the same reaction I get when Will makes my pulse race. This time it's more like fight or flight mode. I try to scream at him, but his hands are pulling my face into his so hard that I can't catch a breath. I try to move but he's using his body to pin me against his truck, making it virtually impossible for me to break free.
     
    I close my eyes. Think, Layken. Think.
     
    Just as I'm about to bite down on his lip, Javi pulls away from me. But he keeps going backward. Someone is dragging him away from me. He falls to the ground and Will straddles him, grabs hold of his shirt and sends a blow straight to Javi's jaw. Javi falls back to the ground but turns over and pushes off against it, causing Will to stumble backward.
     
    "Stop!" I scream.
     
    Will is knocked to the ground when Javi returns the punch. I'm afraid Javi is going to hit him again, so I throw myself between them just as Javi swings a punch intended for Will-straight into my back. I fall forward and land on Will. I try to catch a breath, but I have none. I can't inhale.
     
    "Lake," Will says as he rolls me onto the ground next to him. His worry is fleeting, however, as rage fills his eyes. He grabs the door handle of the car next to us and starts to pull himself up.
     
    "I didn't mean to hit you," Javi says as he walks toward me.
     
    I'm on the ground so I don't see what happens next, but I hear a smack and I can see Javi's feet are no longer planted on the ground. I look up just as Will leans over Javi and delivers another punch.
     
    "Will, get off him!" Gavin yells. Gavin is pulling Will back and they both fall to the ground.
     
    Eddie rushes to my side and pulls me upright. "Layken, what happened?" She has her arms around me and I'm clutching my chest. I know I was hit in the back, but it feels like my lungs are concrete. I'm gasping for air, but I can't answer her.
     
    Will rustles out of Gavin's grip and stands up. He walks to me and takes my hand as Eddie scoots out of his way. He pulls me up and puts my arm around his shoulder, wraps his other arm around my waist and starts walking me forward.
     
    "I'm taking you home," is all he says.
     
    "Wait," Eddie yells as she circles to the front of us. "I found your purse."
     
    I reach out and take it from her and attempt to smile. Her hand goes up to her ear in the shape of a phone and she mouths 'call me.'
     
    Will assists me into his car as I gently lean back against the seat. My lungs have refilled with air, but every breath I take feels like I've got a knife protruding from my back. I close my eyes and focus on inhaling and exhaling through my nose as we drive away.
     
    Neither one of us speaks. Me, because I can't. Will because-I don't know why. We drive in silence until we're almost to the Ypsilanti city limits.
     
    Will jerks the car to the side of the road and throws it in park. He punches the steering wheel before he gets out of the car and