Letters From the Lost

~Max~

TW: This chapter will go into heavy detail about sexual assault and rape, if that's a sensitive subject just skip this chapter. This will be really heavy and hard to read.

I forced my way through the crowd searching for Lyla, but there was no sign of her. I wasn't sure she was here. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a cup and filled it with cheap beer. In the backyard, I could see a bunch of frat boys doing keg stands and messing around like idiots. The music was loud, playing something from a random radio station. I looked down at my half-full cup, swirled it around, and chugged the rest of it. I knew that getting drunk was a bad idea, but I had to forget about what happened the last time I was at a party. I was with Jackson, he tried to kill me for flirting with Eddy, I guess Jackson never understood the relationship between Eddy and I. We were more like siblings if anything, besides, he had been in love with Tyler's older sister. I wouldn't do anything with Eddy sober or not.

There was a table full of various drinks ranging from anything alcoholic to virgin drinks like juice and tea. Which was strange, I doubt anyone would drink tea at a high school party. Maybe for a mixed drink. I grabbed a bottle of fruit punch and filled my cup halfway with it, then filled it the rest of the way with vodka. A strong drink that I still like, and will still get me drunk.

I took a sip, I walked through the kitchen, searching for Noah. I didn't see him anywhere, but I kept looking. I felt someone grab my wrist tightly. I looked back and saw Jackson standing there. His eyes were black, there was no soul behind those devilish eyes. "Jackson, let me go!" I said. I tried to pull my hand out of his, but his grip was strong. He pulled my body in and lifted me up bridal style. I struggled to get out as he walked up the stairs. I finally got my body loose and he dropped me, I quickly got off the ground and tried to run, but Jackson caught up to me and grabbed my arm again.

I tried to pull away but I couldn't. I fought his grip but it was no use. "Jackson, let me go!" I yelled. But the music from the party below was too loud. Jackson found a bedroom and dragged me in. I fought and screamed but no one was up there and no one would hear me. I prayed Noah would come to save me, but there was no use. I had already been thrown on the bed, Jackson on top of me.

"Jackson, please, let me go," I begged. Tears started to form in my eyes. Jackson had one hand pressing my wrists against the bed, and the other was pulling down my knee-length skirt. I tried to kick my legs, but his body was too heavy. I struggled to breathe as he let his full body weight onto my chest.

"Just sit still and shut up," He said, his voice filled with aggression. I continued to squirm. But, there was no progress made. If I continued to anger him, this would only make things worse.

He unbuckled his jeans and kicked them off, along with his boxers. "Jackson, please," I continued to beg.

I stopped trying to fight Jackson, it was no use. He lined his hips up with mine and took one harsh thrust forward. "Ow!" I yelped in pain. He continued to thrust in and out. Each time it got more painful. I wanted to scream and cry, but Jackson would kill me if I did. I bit my bottom lip to avoid any other noise. I knew Jackson hated it when I made any sound without his permission, he would hit me if I didn't ask. I just laid there helplessly as Jackson raped me. I hoped and prayed Noah would come up here and save me. I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to see Jackson. Tears started streaming down the sides of my face.

Jackson leaned his head down, "If you make one more sound, I will kill you," He growled. He let my wrists go, his hand snaked down the side of my face and to my neck, squeezing it. He only squeezed just enough to cut off oxygen flow, I could still breathe but it got harder and harder with each breath. I tried to fight his hand, but his grip was too tight. I could feel myself slipping in and out of consciousness. I finally gave in and allowed myself to pass out. I couldn't bear to handle the memory of this, I didn't want to know how long this was going to last. I just wanted to be small. I wanted to go back into my shell that Noah had broken me out of.

I woke up maybe an hour later, I felt a pool of something wet between my legs. I sat up and looked to see a pool of blood. I felt my eyes burn. Then I could hear Noah's thoughts buzz in my mind, he was coming up the stairs. I quickly jumped out of the bed and pulled my clothes back on. I sat on the bed trying to calm the tears. I had to keep myself composed. I couldn't handle the thought of telling Noah, that seeing him in that much pain would break my heart even more.