My Bully is a WEREWOLF!!

Chapter 3

We were now in the car, driving to the party. Bad part, Brandon kept putting his hand on my thighs. Every time I pushed his hand away, he would slap it, leaving a red bruise.

When we arrived, he grabbed my chin--rather too rough I may add--and told me he doesn't want me around any guys except him and his brothers, especially wants me to dance with him only.

I got out the car and began to walk up the driveway until I felt a slap on my butt, "What was that for?"

"For moving your ass like that in my face," he said plainly, narrowing his eyes at me.

I turned back around and walked into the front door. A blast of music went through the room, and the house was mad packed. Did I tell you this was a mansion?

"I'm gonna go get you a drink," Brandon told me walking away.

"But I don't-...drink," I said the last part to myself because he was already gone.

I tried to follow him but there were too an people,, so I just walked in a random direction. I opened a double-swing door and entered the kitchen. Success! I walked in and took a seat at the huge granite island. It was beautiful.

At the corner of my eyes, I saw Brandon walking over in my direction. I slowly shifted my body so my butt was facing the opposite direction.

"Drink this," he ordered pushing the small, clear, glass cup in my face.

"I don't drink..." I told hold him, trailing off.

"I said...DRINK. IT!" he yelled over the music, with fury. Jeez, why so pushy! What if I'm allergic? I grabbed the cup and sipped a little. I pulled it away feeling like I'm about to gag.

"You have to drink it quick, so you don’t have to taste it," he explained impatiently. I did as he said, then he pushed another towards me.

After I drank my fourth one, I just felt...weird. Was I drunk? Oh no, mom's gonna kill me. Well, lucky today is a Friday, and I got more freedom rights from my parents when I turned seventeen couple months ago. I felt this rush go over me. I just felt so confident, and giddy and just wanted to go crazy. I wanted to go dance.

Brandon was right next to me and I grabbed his arm, "Dance with me," I ordered pulling him forward, but came to a sudden stop. "Wait, I need to take off my heals before I brake Barney's leg," I said slurring my and words and taking my shoes off. "Okay, now let's go."

When we got to the center of the dance floor I started to dance around Brandon in a seductive way. After a while he grabbed my waist and started to grind on my ass, again. Without hesitation, I started to move with his rhythm. He grabbed another drink and gave to me. After I drank it, i could feel that something was wrong with it.

I was kind of seeing doubles and the music got faint, "What. Did. You-," I couldn't finish what I was saying. It's like I lost my mouth; I couldn't feel it anymore, I lost it.

I didn't know that we left the dance floor, until I felt my back hit the soft, comfortable bed. It was really comfortable, and fluffy, and soft. I want this bed. After the party, I'm gonna sneak it out. It could fit seven dwarfs on it, plus me; and a giant, too.

I lost my train-of-though when a hand was lightly dragging up my inert-high. I felt myself moan, which is first. Oh!! Yes! I found my mouth, "Bran?" where did that nickname come from.

"Yes baby?" he said seductively kissing my thighs, scrunching up my dress, so that my panties were showing.

"What are you doing?" I asked, giggling.

He smirked at me, "Baby, I want to make you feel good but you have to want it."

"Want what?" I asked, confused.

"Baby. I'm talkin' bout my long. Hard. Dick," with that I felt myself get sober some.

I was a virgin, and I don't want to give it up until I'm married, "I want to go home."

"Oh...I'll take you home," he started to pull my panties down, but i got up quickly and jumped to the opposite side of the bed.

"I don't want this," I told him with tears forming in my eyes. Traitor! I tried to blink it back but instead the damn tears rolled down my cheeks.

He just stood there staring at me. He could look intimidating if he wanted, "Ly down or I'll make you."

"I don't want to do this!" I repeated, raising my voice a little.

When I blinked and opened my eyes, he was across in front of me holding my waist too tight," Your gonna get some...And when I start, your gonna be begging for more."

"I don't want this, “I began to repeat over-and-over again, crying even more. I tried to push him away but that only made his hold on my waist tighten, "Please just let me go home!"

I was bawling now and he wouldn't say anything, he just started to push me up on the wall, grinding into my front, too hard. Could hardly say it was pleasing," okay, okay. Can I at least go to the bathroom and freshen up a bit?"

"Fine. Five minutes," he said, pleased with himself.

I pulled away from him and ran into the bathroom locking it and looking for a window. I found one opening it and looking out. Shit! I'm on the third floor. i looked around finding a tree branch right next to the widow. Thank you!! I climbed on top of the toilet and grabbed on to the branch. After a couple breaths, I jumped. Wow, it brought me like six feet above the ground. Okay, you can do this, you can do this, i chanted to myself, letting go of the branch.

Right when my feet hit the ground, I rolled so it wouldn't have too much pressure on my feet. I got up and started to run home.