Arabella - Toxicity

4. Comforting

TW: SA

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I was right; this was the most boring party ever. Everyone, but me, was only two beers in and we'd been there for like three hours. I was getting sick of the party and wanted to go home. It was around 23.00, way too early to go home at a normal party, but you couldn't even call this a party. I sighed and looked around. We were only two girls there, me and a pick me. I literally wanted to kill her every time she opened her mouth, cause for the most part it was to make a mean comment about me. I was sick of this, I was sick of the party, if you could even call it that, I was sick about these people, and I was sick about my outfit. I wanted to go home but felt mean if I did that.

I decided it was best to go for a smoke, it was my fourth one that day, I got addicted too fast. I excused myself and went outside, no one really cared to ask me where I was going. I stood in front of the bar, yes, we were at a bar, and yes, they had only drunk two beers. I pulled out the cigarette pack and pulled out a cigarette. I placed it between my lips and inhaled so I could light my cigarette. When I felt smoke entering my lungs I immediately calmed down a bit.

Maybe I shouldn't smoke every time I felt mad or sad, especially since I'm not used to smoking, but it helped calm me down. I looked up at the stars, they were so pretty, I loved the stars, at least when I didn't have anything else to think about. I tried to make smoke rings but failed miserably. I laughed at my attempt  and sat down on the ground.

"You shouldn't sit down on the dirty ground, you'll get dirty, baby girl" Dave said flirtatiously making me sick. Who the hell calls a woman 'baby girl' in a sexy voice? That's just gross as hell.

I flashed him a fake sweet smiled and explained to him. "I didn't feel like standing up" I exhaled the smoke in my lungs as he sat down beside me. I really didn't like him, he was just too weird.

"You shouldn't smoke either" He told me and I was getting sick of him telling me would I should and shouldn't do.

"I don't really care" I told him harshly as I was trying to get my point across that I did not and will never like him.

"I can't have a girlfriend that smokes, it would ruin my image" He told me and I looked at him surprised. His image was reading and boxing, which would be hot if it was any other guy than him.

"Good I'm not your girlfriend then" I joked with a hint of seriousness behind it. He didn't seem to get it though cause he moved closer to me and laid a hand on my knee. What was it with guys and my knees? I pushed his hand off my knee and threw my cigarette in a puddle.

"I know you want me" He tried to be sexy which almost made me gag. He was so dumb, how could he not get a hint.

"I don't want you, I don't like you" I exclaimed as I tried to get my point across. He moved closer and I tried to push him off me but couldn't, he was too strong.

"You want me, and you love me" He grabbed my wrist tightly with his hand and made me stand on my feet again. I began to freak out and tried to scream but he covered my mouth. I hated feeling this weak, I wanted to get free from him, but I couldn't. He took me to an alley and pushed me up against the wall.

"You're so fucking sexy, baby girl" He whispered in my ear. I tried to push him away from me but he stopped me. He pulled the grey hoodie I was wearing over my head making me feel the cold breeze on my arms. I felt tears forming in my eyes as I realised what he was gonna do to me. I tried to get my phone out of my back pocket but  Dave took it and smashed it on the ground. Now I had no way to call for help.

I tried to scream even though his hand was over my mouth. The scream came out as soft muffles making me cry harder. He began taking my pants off and I just felt helpless. He lifted me off so my pants were fully off my legs. He bend me over a green garbage bin. I wanted to get free and tried and tried. I could hear him pull down his pants and I could not let this happen.