To Keep You Off My Mind

Chapter 8

Lily's POV

I lied in my bed for a few hours, but couldn't sleep. I saw my phone light up because I had gotten a text from Chris.

    "Ok, come over, just sneak out, I'll be at your house in 5."

I just sat there. What was I supposed to do, if I said no he'd hurt me, but if I say yes, he could also hurt me. I replied.

    "Chris, I don't think that's a good idea."

He responded almost instantly.

    "I'm here. Come outside, now."

I trembled with fear as I creeped upstairs and out the front door to his car. He motioned for me to get in, but I paused for a minute considering running back inside. He motioned more intensely so I got in. "Hey." I said.

"Hey, drink this." He handed me a flask full of vodka. Ismelled it and shook my head. "Drink it, now." He said with such dominance, I obeyed. I tipped my head back and let the liquid penetrate my lips. It burned my throat as it slowly went down. I coughed and spit some out.

"How do you drink this." I said, recovering from the pain.

"I just do, now finish it." I thought he must be crazy, it was a full flask, and I  had only taken a small sip and choked on it. I looked at him and he nodded. "Drink it."

"Chris, it's disgusting." I pleaded.

"I don't care, drink it." I refused. He shoved the flask into my mouth and forced the vodka down my throat. It felt as if there was fire in my throat. He then pulled put a couple bottles of beer and handed me one, implying me to drink, so I did, not wanting a repeat of the vodka. As he drove from my house to his, I noticed that I was starting to feel dizzy and assumed the alcohol was beginning to sneak it's way into my blood. I started to forget my pain, I felt free. I took a few more sips of my beer and finished it off.

We pulled up to Chris' and walked inside. His house was huge, making it obvious that his parents had money. We walked upstairs to his room and passed the small bar in his kitchen obviously missing a few bottle of vodka and whiskey, I assumed that was were he got mine from.

We walked up the stairs and around the corner to his bedroom. He led me in and sat me down on his bed. I started to get nervous, what was he gonna do to me? I just sat on his bed motionless because I was too drunk to move or resist anything. He sat down next to me and pulled me in for a kiss. But it wasn't just a kiss, it was passionate kiss. He began running his hands up and down my sides and back, reminding me of the night at the party. He started to unbutton his shirt while I fell back on his bed, unable to hold myself up any longer. He pulled off his shirt and pants and crawled over to me. Then he began pulling my shirt off. I was not fully aware of what was happening until he had pulled my shirt off my head and started kissing my neck.

I was instantly sober and aware of what he wanted. I pushed him away from me, but he crawled on top of me and pinned me down. I started to resist him and he just laughed, he was at least 6' and probably 195 pounds while I was only 5'7 and 110 pounds, I had no chance. "Chris get off me!" He smiled.

"Come on, you like it, just let it happen." He leaned in and began kissing my neck and chest. I kicked my legs, but he had me pinned down hard. I screamed, hoping someone would hear me, someone, anywhere. "Calm down babe, you know you like it." He smiled at me and began unbuttoning my pants. I screamed again and tried escaping his death grip. He started pulling my pants down while I rolled off the bed. I stood up and bolted out the room in only spandex and a bra. I ran out of his house and down the street. My house was only a couple blocks away, but I had no chance if he got in his car. I ran at full speed for 15 minutes until I couldn't run anymore. Once I regained my energy I ran the rest of the way.

I got home and opened the front door as quietly as I could. I prayed no one had woken up to see me in my underwear sneaking back in at 2 in the morning. I tiptoed through my house and down the stairs until I reached my room. I walked in and shut the door. I looked in the mirror by my door and saw what I looked like. I was standing there in underwear all sweaty and dirty. I saw the cuts on my arms and thought of Locke. What was I gonna tell him? I grabbed some pajamas and put them on. I returned to the comfort of my bed and saw that Chris had texted me. I ignored it and tried to sleep.

I thought about everything I had just experienced and I cried. Just thinking about the way his hands felt on my bare skin made me cringe. I felt violated in so many ways, and I started to understand why Locke had told me to be careful. I knew I had to break up with Chris. I sobbed for at least 30 minutes until I drifted off into sleep.

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Sorry for the long wait for chapters, I've just been super busy and I was kinda going through some writer's block, but now I figured out the story! I hope to be able to update more, but I'm gonna be really busy this coming week too. I'm gonna try to find some writing time though!!! Hope you are enjoying the story!! Thank you so much for reading!!!! Love ya!