The Virgin

Bruises

"Y/N we should go to the police right now, that picture needs to be deleted" Tae was talking to me from my bedroom while I was changing in the bathroom, "but if I go to the police it'll be this whole thing and no doubt is Jake going to find out, then the whole school would despise me."
"Well it's not like you talk to anyone else is it" that comment made me peer out of the bathroom at him, giving him an angry look. "That's not the point." I huffed and continued to get ready.

As I was about on my dress I looked down at my hip, which had deep purple bruises from Jungkook's fingers, I sighed and looked behind me at the mirror to see if they were visible from behind, and I saw lots of small bruises, presumably from the lockers which I had been constantly slammed into, I put on my tights and shouted out to Tae, "can you come here and tell me how bad this looks?" He entered the bathroom and his eyes went wide, "Y/N, how the hell did this happen?! Is Jungkook hurting you?"
"No it's nothing like that Tae-" he looked like he didn't believe me, "I swear it's not, just how bad is it?" He paused for a moment and sighed loudly, "I'd make sure you keep that dress on at all times." He said as I put on the dress, turning and checking you couldn't see any bruises through it.

My dad had gone out somewhere and my mum was drunk and asleep on the sofa, so we left out the front door easily, Tae said he'd walk me to the party and then go home, which I was thankful for. "You be careful, if you need anything text me, you know my parents love you and would pick you up in a heartbeat."

I walked in the front door, seeing all the popular people from my school, I spotted Jake in the corner laughing with Emily and a group of girls, his arm was around her shoulder but I knew they'd always been close, I wandered over. The house was huge, courtesy of Jake's rich father, who was never home so it seemed.

He noticed me coming over and opened his arms wide, he was clearly already drunk, I let him embrace me happily, "you made it! I'm so glad" he was always happy to see me when he was drunk, I snuggled into him, his arms warming me up immediately.

He took me over to the drinks table, I looked around at all the dancing people as he mixed some kind of alcohol with something else, the lights were changing colour every second and making shadows dance on the walls too. Jake handed me a drink and brought it to my mouth in my hand, I drank as he tilted it until I made a noise, telling him to stop. It was sweet but still burnt my throat, my nose scrunched as I swallowed again.

We danced and talked for a while, drinking a lot more until everything was a blur around me. "Let's go upstairs for a bit more privacy" Jake winked at me as he pulled me up the stairs, I giggled loudly and stumbled up after him, butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

I sat on his bed, the music from downstairs blasting loudly, vibrating the bed with each beat. He came over and sat beside me, placing his hand on my thigh, I looked into his eyes, losing myself in the sea of blue. He leaned into me, pressing his lips to mine, I placed my hands on the sides of his face to hold him close, sucking at his bottom lip. He began to reach higher up my thigh, his fingers tugging lightly upwards at my dress, I suddenly remembered the bruises, and the fact I had no way to explain. "Oh Jake, I-" I pulled back, shuffling away from his hand, "I don't think tonight is the best night for-"
"But you said, I'm only doing what you told me to." He moved closer, placing his hand on my shoulder and pulling downwards at the strap of my dress.

I stood up and moved away from him, "I know I'm sorry, maybe another time but, we can just have some fun instead!" I went to sit on his lap but he stood and pushed me away, "fine. Maybe you should go if you don't want to be with me." His eyes were like daggers, stabbing me in the heart. "I want to be with you, please, don't do this." My eyes started filling with tears as he turned the door handle to leave. "I don't want to see you again tonight."

I ran down the stairs and straight out the door when he was gone, tears flowing down my face along with the rain, and I realised why Jungkook's road looked familiar.