better days, right?

chapter 1//intro

There wasn't really anything between us that was that special at first. Just another party make out, groping and tongue involved. But this was different.

Oh, so different.

He led me away to another room, "somewhere quieter", he said, with that raspy, honestly kind of sexy voice. We laid out onto the bed, where he put his hand down my pants.

I quickly removed his hand, since I wasn't exactly in the mood for more. He tried once again, laughing into our kiss. I moved my hand once again, to stop him, but he quickly grasped my wrist and pinned me down. He went and held my other wrist tightly. He blew his beachy blonde hair out of his face and laughed, his breath smelling like skittles.
My favorite.

He said my name once, followed by a "dont worry, this should be quick" and a wink. He called for his friends, who came out of the dark, like something from my nightmares as a child. As I heard zippers and clothing dropping to the floor, I knew what was going to happen next.
I resisted, screaming, but I was quickly quieted by a strong hand. One of the boys began to record, the flash bright on my face. I could only imagine how terrified I must have looked. And how smudged my eyeliner must have looked.
My body rocked and swayed, almost like a rag doll. His strong arms holding me down while he and his gang of friends all came at from different sides.

I struggled some more,
and some more,

and some more.

Until I gave in. I could struggle no longer.

The word "no" escaped my lips for the seemingly billionth time, and I collapsed.

And then the vultures were upon me.