She's a Bad Bad Girl

Chapter 1

Melodie

"CLARKE, STOP. Please stop. I don't want this," I cry out. I try to push him away from me, but like all the other times, he won't go away. 

I yell and scream and shout, hoping someone will hear me, even though I know they won't. I see him unbuckling his pants and scream once more. I don't want to lose my virginity like this. You're supposed to wait. Wait until I'm ready. That's what boyfriends are supposed to do, right? 

I close my eyes and pray to the heavens that I barely believe in. Pray that this is a dream. That it isn't really happening. But I know it is. I know. 

A sharp pain squeezes the insides of my thighs. I know what he's doing. I don't want this. I push and pull and scream. I yell and cry and give up. I give up. He won't stop. He won't.

"Shh, angel. Shh. You know you deserve this. You shouldn't have flirted with him. You should never have. This is just your punishment. You deserve this. And you're enjoying it like the whore you are." 

He moves harder and faster and I bite back a scream. I know it won't help. Nothing will help. No one can hear me, and even if they could, no one would help me. He gets up and zips his pants up. Clarke throws me my clothes and forces me up. I can tell he's looking at my tear streaked face.

He leans down to wipe my tears and whispers, "Shh, darling. It's okay. You'll be fine."

"Melodie! Melodie!" my sister's voice yells into my ear. "You were screaming again. Crying again. Are you sure you're fine?" 

I open my eyes and blink them, adjusting to the light. I sit up and wipe the tears off my face. "I'm fine," I reply, bitterly.

"Okay, okay, Mel. You don't have to be so sour." But I do, Mia. You don't understand. No one understands. 

Mia sighs at my nonexistent reply and exits the room. I grab the pillow from behind me and scream into it. 

"AAAAAAAAARGH!" I scream. The noise is blocked by the pillows, but I feel much better, nonetheless. 

I get off my bed and slowly make my way to my connected bathroom. Living like royalty, some guys say. Pshh, fuck them. If only they knew. 

I stare at my reflection in the mirror and sigh. I look like hell. My hair sticks out everywhere and my eyes are red and puffy. Blergh. That's what happens when you don't braid your hair before bed, Melodie, I scold. I quickly wash my face with soap and comb my fingers through my hair down so it doesn't look too bad. They'll think you look pretty anyway way. They always do. 

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"Mel!" Lilah, my bestest friend, squeals from across the hallway. "There's a new guy. He's supposed to be mega hot. There are, like, a ton of articles on him, apparently. He's famous and his family's supposed to be famous." She jumps up and down with joy and I roll my eyes.

"New guy, new target, Mel. Think of it like that," one of my other friends, Carmen, pitches in. 

"Mhmm." Lilah nods eagerly. She opens her locker beside mine and applies make-up with the help of her in-locker mirror. "Hey, Mel?" she asks. I nod. "Is my make-up nice? I want to make a good first impression on the new guy."

"You look great, Lilah." I smile. "But he could be an ugly perv, you know."

She sighs. "Mel, Mel, Mel. They say you're such a player, but you don't even like guys."