Pan-fic

Chapter Four

It was finally the night. My solo performance. Over the past few weeks I had talked to Pan almost everyday. When i wanted to cry myself to sleep, he was there. He was there to calm my anger, and I new he would be in the audience tonite. As I preped for the show in my room, he helped me straighten my hair. "Alexi, why don't you sing for me?" "You've never asked me too." He smiled "Don't be nervous, i won't judge your singing." Damn, he always see's right through me. "Whatever, you'll here it tonight, and if you like it, i'll sing for you more often." "Sounds like a good deal." He smirked and set down my straightener. "I turned around" "Woah," His eyes widened. "Y-you look..." "y-you look..." I said in a dopey voice, making a silly face at him. I stood up, walking twoards my closet. "You really do meed to work on your words skills." I said, looking for my white heels. I was wearing my pj's still, but with my makeup done, I need to get dressed. "Close, Pan." He faced the wall, and I pulled on my dress. It was a strapless fit and flair dress, and it was pure white. "You can turn around." I said, stepping into my heels. He turned around, completly silent. He smiled, and pulled a stray hair out of my eyes. "Kill it out there, okay?" I smiled "Promise." I grabbed my black jacket off my bed, stepping out into the hall. "You ready?" Jaz asked, ruffling my hair. "Hey! I just straigtened that!" He laughed, opening the apartment door for me to make my way to the car. The car ride was a blur, nervousness took a big hit as stepped into the hallway, my eyes amediatly making contact with Wills. "Hello, Sweetheart." He said, approaching me. I steped away from him, trying to ignore him. "Ah-ah-ah. Not so fast." He pulled me back twoards him. "What?" "Shh... I just wan't to ask a favor." He said, pulling me into a back hallway. "Let me g-" He clamped his hand over my mouth. "Shhh... I've decided I wan't you back." he said, hus hand sliding down the side of my stomach. "Get off me!" I said, my voice muffled by his hand. "As you wish." He said, removibg his hands "But I'll see you after the show." He smacked my ass, and I bolted for the auditorium. Before I knew it, it was my solo. "Oh, you've got to remember the love. Share love, give love, spre-e-ead love. Measure, measure your life in-" Deep breath. "Love!" with that, I wen't for the note. I'm not sure if it hit it, i couldn't hear much over the crowd. It was glorious, an entire stadium of people cheering for you and you only. I couldn't stop smiling. It was amazing. I walked out of the auditoruim, searching for Jaz. A cold hand snaked aroubd my wrist. "Hello, sweetheart." His voice was practically a hiss. I winced as i was pressed uo against the wall, his cold lips forcing themselves against mine. I tryed to push free of him, as his mouth snaked down my neck, leaving marks on my skin. "I don't want your marks." I said, the best I could with my words being muffled. He left marks in a line fron right under my chin all the way down to my chest, as I kicked and screamed for him to get off, I was constantly simenced by scratching, groping and slapping. Tears streamed down my face. As he attempted to lift my shirt, after covering my stomach in marks aswell, I heard a sharp crack, and I fell to the floor. I don't remember much after that, just my brother screaming, being carried home by someone, I'm not sure who, and being layed down in bed. It was the kind of sleep where you never wanted to get up.