The Next Alpha

Part 11

*Party Scene *

~Taylor's POV~

Today's Saturday, the day of Belle's birthday party. It was 3 in the afternoon now. I had plenty of time to get ready. So, I started by going to take a shower. Once I was out of the shower, I wrapped the towel around my body and threw my hair into a messy bun. I walked over to my closet door and opened it gently. I looked at the back of the door where the dress hung. I had no idea what it looked like. I had not opened it or even thought of opening it, because Belle told me not to and I want to be a good friend. I had hoped the dress was red because Belle knew that was my best color, I even went as far as to get my nails done for the party. So, I had red acrylic nails. I unzipped the dress. It was beautiful. It was floor length, and a deep red. She knows me so well. I slipped it on. It fit like a glove. I was in love with this dress. I smiled at my appearance in the body mirror that hung on my bedroom door. It was beautiful. Everything I could have wanted. Before I knew it, it was then time to do my hair, make-up and other necessities.

It was around 7 when Zach showed up at my door. He wore a spiffy black suit with a red tie. The tie was a deep shade of red, to match my dress. I'm guessing Annabelle picked it out for him. He showed up with red roses. They weren't my favorite, but they were beautiful. The thought was greatly appreciated. He came in and he met my mom and Carly. She gave me an inquisitive look; it was like she was asking me where Kyle was. I just shrugged. I didn't expect things to go on long with Zach tonight. He was just my date to this party. I was still really confused on whether or not I wanted to be with Kyle. I knew I'd have to talk to him eventually. I pushed all of these thoughts to the back of my head. I just wanted to have a good time tonight. Repeating my mantra. No Kyle. No werewolves. It's TIME to have fun, and time to stop worrying about the unknown. I deserve to have fun. I walked down the stairs, I turned and walked through the hallway and push open the hallway door. I walked an inch more and wound up in the living room. Everyone's head snapped in my direction; Zach stood up instantly. Mom had almost started to cry, and Carly ran over and wrapped me in a hug. Mom took dozens of pictures and kept telling me how we were a cute couple and Carly kept on telling me how pretty I was. I was constantly saying thank you. It became uncomfortable after a moment. I finally got Zach and I out of the house. He walked over to me and linked our arms together. He walked me over to his car and opened the passenger door for me.

The car ride there was silent and awkward. I think Zach was thinking of a plan to make a move on me. Then again, I could just be conceded. I don't even really like Zach, Do I? My heart pang with guilt at the thought. Once we arrived at the Masters' house, where Zach and Belle's parents owned the farmhouse. We went to the side gate which led right into the back yard where the party was already in full swing. Everyone was dressed as if it was prom, which was similar to the way I was dressed. It was already dark out and scattered along the floor were dozens and dozens of LED filled balloons. The balloons seemed to glow in the dark with the LEDs. I picked one up to see exactly how it worked, for the most part there was an LED chunk inside which I'm sure had a switch. People were wearing glow sticks and drinking out of champagne flutes. You couldn't tell if it was really champagne or sparkling cider. There was party music so loud I could feel the vibrations in my stomach. There were drunk and high people everywhere. The entire placed reeked of outdoors, weed, and alcohol. I had never been to a party like this before. There were probably around 100-200 people here. I decide to have some fun tonight, didn't I? So, I walked over to the nearest keg and pumped me a red solo cup full of beer.

It had been about an hour or maybe more sense I had been here. I stopped counting how many drinks I had after 4. I wasn't drunk yet, but I was feeling a slight buzz. Colton taught me how to hold my alcohol. I know I said I had never been to a ragger, which I haven't. But Colton would throw kickbacks and he would always let me tag along if I didn't act like a cock block. I was in the middle of the dance floor dancing with some random guys. I was grinding and getting down when I was viciously pulled away. I looked down at my wrist to see a man's hand. I didn't feel the fireworks like I did with Kyle so, I knew it wasn't him. I looked up at the man which I thought was Zach, but my vision was slightly blurred. I had been dragged into the house. We zoomed up the stairs. I tried to fight against his will, but he was too strong. Normally I would go ape shit on his ass, but I was drunker than I had thought. He opened door after door. Until he found an empty room. I didn't want this to happen, but after every time I tried to wiggle free, his grip got tighter on my wrist. I was crying now. I don't usually cry, but I was afraid and in pain. He shoved me into the room and began to yell at me. "You slut. You came to this party with me. WITH ME DAMN IT!" He punched the wall next to my face. I was shaking. But he didn't stop, he pulled his hand from the drywall. "What makes you think you can come here with me and put out for some random dude? I don't fucking think so." He pushed me harder into the wall and kissed me so hard our teeth knocked together. There was saliva all over my face. This was officially the worst kiss ever. I couldn't stand the taste of his lips. It reeked of beer and cigarettes. He was a bad kisser, and this was not a good combination. This was uncomfortable. I was scared, he was causing me pain, and I could see where this was going. He trailed kisses up and down my neck. I wanted to scream out, but he cupped his hand over my mouth, so my screams were muffled.

"God, you're so hot." He said in between ragged breaths. I finally found a little bit of strength in me. So, I did the only thing I could. I kicked him in the balls. But apparently when a guy is horny and running on adrenaline, there was no stopping him. He didn't even seem effected by it. It only seemed to piss him off further.

"Oh, you dumb bitch." He smacked me. He the threw me onto the bed. I was frozen in fear, my cheek stung, and I was about to be taken advantage of. Where was my knight in shining armor when I needed one? Zach crawled on top of me. I was wearing a dress so there was easy access. He shoved the bottom of the dress up. I can't believe this was happening. Tears were pouring down my red cheeks. I was hysterical. Nothing was ripped off, which brought me a source of relief, until my underwear was pulled down and tossed aside. They lay in the floor by the foot of the bed along with my heels that had fallen off in the transition from the wall to the bed. I screamed out in pain. I'm a virgin. I was losing my virginity to someone who didn't deserve it, and it wasn't even my choice. I screamed out, but this time, it was not just a scream.

"HELP!" I cried out. No one seemed to have heard me, but Zach.

"Shut up! Someone might hear you!" No shit Sherlock, that was the entire point. I needed help and I needed it now. This time he didn't smack me, he grabbed my jaw tightly, surely there will be bruising tomorrow. "Make one more sound, and it will be your last." I wanted someone to hear me. Anyone. I don't know how this night had taken a turn for the worst, or why Zach was behaving this way. But I was still too tipsy to do anything other than cry. He finished. He stood up and zipped his pants. He wiped of the sweat from his face. I closed my eyes. I wanted to pretend I was at home. That I was safe in my own room. But that wasn't the case. After a while, I had hoped he'd left. But he didn't. He just stood there pacing back and forth. I sat up and wiped the tears from my face, my throat was hoarse. I needed water. I walked towards the door to leave but not before Zach got a hold of me. I cried and shook my head and pleaded "No, No. Please." Over and over again. He had his hand wrapped around my throat pinning me up against the wall. He raised up my entire body with that one hand. I was struggling to find air. I struggled against him, but he was too strong.

"Listen here bitch," He began, "you tell anyone about what I did to you, and I'll kill you. You got that?" I nodded hopping he would let me go. His grasp tightened. He kept his hold on me and spoke some more. "I've killed before. Sweet girl, Fiona. She was innocent, weak, and stupid. Just like you. She trusted me, she even loved me, but you know what I did? I did the exact same thing to her. But the difference? She couldn't keep her mouth shut. She told her precious little mommy what I did to her. I killed her mom for knowing, then I killed her for snitching. But you, you won't say anything." I shook my head vigorously. I could smell the liquor still heavy on his breath. If he had done it before, he would do it again. He let me go. I fell to the ground gasping for air. I almost passed out due to lack of oxygen. I reached up to lock the door frantically. I didn't want to give him the opportunity to come back for me.

Once I heard the lock click successfully. I struggled to crawl my way to the bed. I didn't have enough strength to pull myself up. I laid my head back on the edge of the bed. I sat there allowing the tears to flow. My life was ruined. This night, this beautiful dress, my innocence. All ruined. I couldn't believe my best friend's brother would do this to me. As I laid there, I heard the jiggle of the doorknob. I jumped in fear. I began to shake, I prayed it wasn't Zach coming to finish me off. Then a knock on the door. More tears began to fall. I don't think I've ever cried so hard. "Someone's in here." My voice cracked. "Taylor?" I recognized that voice. It was Kyle. A sense of relief rushed through my entire body. Kyle made me feel warm inside, he always made me feel at home. I needed that feeling right now. I sniffled and wiped my nose with the back of my hand. I was a mess. I crawled over to unlock the door. When Kyle walked in, he scanned the room before looking down at me. He closed the door behind him and locked it again. "Oh my gosh. Taylor, what happened?" He took is jacket off and placed it over my bare shoulders. He sat on the ground next to me and pulled me into his lap. He began rubbing circles on the revealed skin. I just sobbed out at the thought of the events that had just occurred. I knew I'd have marks tomorrow. The only thing I could manage to let out at this point was, "Zach." I choked on my own words. I couldn't say it. He threatened to kill me. What if he wasn't lying? I couldn't tell anyone. "Sh. It's okay, we can talk about it later, try and get some rest." I cried myself to sleep in Kyle's arms that night.

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