When a 14-day dating challenge erupts between skeptical Blossom and her secretly smitten best friend Hunter in the waning days of 1999, their easy friendship is plunged into a maelstrom of teenage angst, unrequited affection, and the terrifying poss...
(DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO: Sexual harassment, themes of potential rape to a minor, blood)
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~ ~ ~ 1996
"Hey there sweetheart, how's it hanging mama?" Some guy spoke up over the loud noise of the crowd, way too close to Blossom's ear.
"Look Kyle she's totally blushing, you're a cute thing aren't ya?" Another guy said, going on the opposite side of her and touching her shoulder.
These men looked older than her, way older. Looks like some high schoolers crashed Janet's party which was very weird if you thought about it for any period of time.
They had to know she was still in 8th grade, she maybe could have even passed off younger. Then again maybe not.
"Ew as if! I'm 14 years old get away!" Blossom sneered at the men, who stood at least a foot taller than her.
They both seemed to be taken aback by her words and the one know as Kyle continued with a scratch of his stubble "well age is just a number baby" Blossom thought she was going to puke then and there. "aww she's playing hard to get Bobby!" Kyle remarked
The man-no boy known as Bobby smiled, showing off one golden tooth on his top row of teeth. Bobby snuck a hand around Blossom's waist and pulled her into him. "I love a girl who has a little fire in her."
Blossom tries to escape the creeps grasp but Bobby grabs onto her wrists, holding them behind her back. Kyle then grabs her by the face, covering her mouth in the process telling her to be a good girl.
Bobby from behind, plants filthy kisses along her neck as Kyle watches, pleased with himself.
Blossom screams into his hand but it's drowned out by the crowd and music. Unable to move her hands or run away she bites down hard on Kyle's hand, making him yelp.
A crimson red color pooled out of Kyle fingers and he glares hatefully up at her. "You bitch!" He snaps, slapping her.
It stung like hell but her mouth wasn't covered anymore so she yells even louder. It just barely goes over the sound of the music but anyone who heard was either too drunk or too high to care.
With his other hand Kyle grabs her face harder, fingers gripping and scratching her cheeks. The force closes her mouth shut and keeping her head from moving out of his grip.
"Come on Kyle let's get her outta here!" Bobby dictated to the boy across him and Kyle nodded his head quickly.
Kyle looks around the room and finds a table cloth on a nearby table, he swiftly takes it and ties it around the base of her head and stuffing it into her mouth.
