Loving Every Curve(Completed✔️)

Ch 15

I was just focused on passing my classes and graduating so I could start my career. I never really had any fun or anything like that. So this is all new to me. We arrive at the club and he finds a parking spot. As soon as he parks, he quickly gets out of the car and rushes to open my door. He takes my hand and holds it as we walk inside. We didn't need to show our IDs or wait in line. We just walked right in. The interior of the club is nice and it's not too crowded at the moment.

I guess it's because it's still early. It's only 7:30 right now, so it's still early. We find a table and order some drinks. We sit down, chat, and have a good laugh. Everything is going well at this point. It's around 9 p.m. now and the place is starting to fill up.

"Hey, my friends just texted me that they're in the VIP area now. If you want, we can go hang out there since it's getting crowded."

"Oh, yeah, definitely!"

I'm cool with going because he's been really nice all night. He's super sweet. He asked all the right questions and had all the right answers. So I figured, why not? He's been good so far, and he's Shyla's cousin. So I thought everything would be fine.

⚠️⚠️TW!! Below are details of sexual assault!! If you don't want to read it please skip to the next chapter. Protect your peace :)⚠️⚠️

He takes my hand and leads me through the crowd until we reach the back of the club. We make a few turns, passing by several rooms. Some rooms had different colored lights, with some doors open and others closed, but we could still see the light peeking out from underneath. Some people were dancing, while others were busy kissing. Finally, we arrive at the room at the end of the hallway. He walks in and it turns out no one's there. There are two couches and a table with bottles on it.

"So where is everyone? You mentioned that your friends are already here?"

"They might be in another room. I'll text them to let them know they might be in the wrong place."

He texts them, or so I assume.

"Alright, no problem."

I take a seat on the couch.

"Hey, can I open one of the bottles to pour myself a drink?"

"Sure, go ahead. Help yourself to anything you want."

I uncorked the bottle, poured myself a glass, and took a sip of champagne. As I sat there waiting, he came over, placed his hand on my thigh, and started rubbing it. I was in a short dress, and he leaned in to kiss my neck.

"Hey, what's going on?"

He pulled back, looking into my eyes.

"Don't act like that. We've been chatting for hours, having a great time. Don't tell me you're one of those prudes who just want to talk and not take any action. That would ruin everything."

"Maybe it's best if I leave. It seems like our plans for tonight are completely different, and it's probably for the best if we just part ways."

I stand up, ready to leave. I have my boundaries, and I refuse to engage in any intimate activities with this man in a club or a private room. It's simply repulsive.

Suddenly, he forcefully grabs my arm and pulls me back onto the couch.

"I don't recall giving you permission to leave," he asserts.

Fear starts to consume me as he positions himself on top of me, and I know exactly what's about to happen next.

I feel a surge of panic rushing through me. "Please, stop," I manage to say, tears streaming down my face. Without any regard, he wraps his hand around my neck, choking me. In a horrifying act, he forcefully pulls up my dress and removes my underwear. I tightly shut my eyes, desperately trying to stifle my scream as he invades my body. He puts his fingers inside me and then he picks up the speed. I can no longer contain my terror and let out a piercing scream.

I screamed for help as loud as I could. He covered my mouth, but after a moment, he released me, removed his shirt, tossed it aside, and began unbuttoning his pants. I knew what was about to happen and I was terrified. I kneed him in the groin with all my strength. When he fell over, I ran for it. I grabbed my purse from the table and fled the room. I kept running until I was outside the club. I made my way to a secluded spot by the building where I wouldn't be seen, just in case he was following me. I took out my phone from my purse and unlocked it. I needed to call someone for help, but I was too shaken to take an Uber with a stranger. I couldn't call Shyla because she's related to him, and I hadn't spoken to my mom in months.

I'm in a bit of a bind because I don't have anyone to call right now. Unfortunately, Brandy is out of town, so I can't reach out to her. So, who else can I call? The only person that comes to mind is Alexander. However, I'm a bit hesitant because I don't want to come across as inappropriate, but I need to give him a call. He's the only person left that I can think of.

I open up his contact and tap on it. As the phone starts ringing, I can feel my nerves kicking in. Finally, he picks up the phone.

"Why are you calling me at this hour, Aaliyah? This is completely inappropriate," Alexander said, his tone serious.

"I understand that we're not particularly close, but I don't have anyone else to reach out to," I replied, my voice low.

"What's the matter?"

"Could you please come and pick me up? I-"

"Where are you?"

"I'm at Club Craze. Please hurry."

"I'll be there in a minute."

And with that, the phone call came to an end.