Blue Rose - Reneé Rapp

Encounter

TW!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The party was in full swing, and the energy was electric. Celebrities mingled, laughter and conversation filled the air, and the venue glittered with lights and decorations. Renee and Y/N, both radiant, worked the room, exchanging congratulations and catching up with old friends.

"Congratulations on the song, Y/N!" a prominent producer said, giving Y/N an enthusiastic hug. "It's already making waves."

"Thank you so much!" Y/N replied, her eyes sparkling. "It's been an amazing experience working on it with Renee."

Renee, surrounded by industry insiders, was equally in high spirits. She laughed and chatted, savoring the success of their collaboration. "I've always believed in this project," she said, clinking glasses with a fellow artist. "And Y/N made it even better."

The night rolled on with the usual party bustle—glasses clinking, conversations overlapping, and the occasional burst of laughter. Time seemed to fly by as Y/N and Renee enjoyed the spotlight.

After a while, Y/N excused herself from a conversation, feeling a bit overwhelmed. "I need to step away for a moment," she told Renee. "I'll be right back."

Renee watched her go, a hint of concern in her eyes. "Do you want me to come with you?"

"No, it's okay," Y/N replied with a reassuring smile. "Just need a break."

Y/N navigated her way through the throngs of people to the bathroom, seeking a moment of quiet. She locked herself in a stall, leaning against the wall. The cool, calm space was a stark contrast to the noisy party outside.

As she was about to flush, she heard an unsettling click—the bathroom door locking. Her heart began to race, her palms growing clammy. She opened the stall door slowly and her worst fear came true: Sierra was standing by the sink, a sneer on her lips.

"What are you doing here?" Y/N's voice trembled, her body shaking with a mix of fear and anger.

Sierra's eyes were cold, her expression twisted in contempt. "I heard about you and Renee," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "Thought I'd check on my replacement."

Y/N's eyes widened in shock. "I'm not going to stand here and listen to this, I never even showed you any kind of signs."

Sierra's hand shot out, grabbing Y/N's wrist with a vice-like grip. "You think you're so special, don't you? Just because you're with Renee now? But you are nothing but a slut and I'm sure she's playing you just like I wanted to"

Y/N struggled, but Sierra's grip was unyielding. "Let me go! Sierra stop, please stop."

Ignoring Y/N's pleas, Sierra's lips pressed against Y/N's neck. The alcohol on her breath made Y/N gag as she felt Sierra's hands sliding under her shirt. The invasion made her skin crawl, and she felt numb as tears streamed down her face.

"Stop it! Please, stop!" Y/N's voice cracked with desperation. She tried to push Sierra away, but her body felt paralyzed, overwhelmed by despair. Her vision blurred with tears as she felt Sierra's hands move with relentless determination.

Just as Y/N felt she might lose all hope, there was a sudden, loud crash. Sierra was violently thrown against the sink, her body crashing into the porcelain. Renee stood in the doorway, her face a mask of fury and worry.

Sabrina burst in right behind Renee, her eyes wide with shock and concern. She immediately went to Y/N's side, pulling her into a protective embrace. Y/N remained motionless, her tears a silent testimony to her trauma.