I am yours. {#Wattys2016}

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A/N: I'm sorry...

Avi POV

I didn't ever want to see him again. I thought the reunion would be the last time I saw him. But I was wrong. He was right there. Right there with Mitch.

Fear consumed every fibre of my being as I chose to run and drag Scott with me. I was full of fear and there was no denying it. I would've been crying my eyes out right now, but I had learnt to control my tears even though I could feel them.

"Hello, Scott" Mitch spoke to Scott as if I wasn't there. Scott was slowly backing up and I realised I wasn't near him anymore. It was like they both disappear and left me alone. Alone with Justin.

He was looking at me. Smirking at me as he approached me. I backed up. "Why are you walking away from me?" He sinisterly asked. I didn't respond, I just backed away. "Are you afraid?" He asked in the same tone. So much fear built up inside me, but I held back my tears and continued to move back. "Good"

I didn't even notice how far I was into the parking lot but as I took another step, my back collided with a wall. And he was there. Standing right in front of me. His arm was next to my head. My heart sank as he looked me in the eyes. "How's my slut doing?" I didn't say a word no matter how much what he just said, hurt. "Not talking, huh? That's a shame." He sarcastically pouted. "You see..." His finger twirled through my curls. "I remember telling you that I wanted you and I craved you. Do you remember that?" He asked. I nodded frantically. "Well that still stands...I want you"

"B-But I don't want you" I managed to form words into a sentence shakily. I looked around helplessly trying to find any glimpse of Scott, but I couldn't. I couldn't see him or hear him. Where the hell did they go?

He looked at me with widened eyes that seemed to be full of some sort of pride. "He talks!" He mockingly shouted in triumph. "That's not my problem."

I could feel his hand against my waist. I tried to push it off but he was way stronger than me. It began to move around my whole waist and pulled me closer to him. I try to fight my way out of his grip, but he wasn't letting me go. He tightened his grip around my waist causing me to make a small noise of pain; a bruise was definitely forming.

He forced his lips onto mine. I didn't even allow his tongue to enter my mouth. And he noticed. He used his free hand to pinch my butt cheek causing me great pain. I yelped and he forced his entry into my mouth. It swirled around and it made me feel sick. "Isn't this what you always wanted?" He pulled back. His eyes were darkened by lust and maliciousness. "To have sex with me?" I tried pushing him off again but it just resulted in me being pushed against the wall and having a huge surge of pain coursing through my back.

"Let me go" I cried out in the uttermost fear. "Aren't you and Mitch together? You shouldn't be doing this."

"Well I'm going to do it and if you tell him, I will come back and hurt you" He threatened whilst raising his voice.

He pushed me down onto my knees. My head was literally inches away from him. He unzipped his pants and forced my mouth onto him. He thrusted into my mouth vehemently. not caring if was gagging or not. A tear streamed down my face. He stopped suddenly. I could feel the corners of my mouth feel sore.

He pulled me up by my hair and pushed me against the wall once more. His hands were moving around my waist once more and they began traveling down to my pants. He pulled them down, almost ripping them. I, once again, tried pulling his arms off me but that resulted with him holding my hands above my head. "Please, no" I whispered nervously. He clearly didn't seem to hear me, he proceeded to do what wanted from the start.

He rammed himself into me. No lube. No condom. He went in and I felt all the pain. I screamed. I screamed and cried. Each thrust felt like someone was dragging a knife in and out of me. All my tears were falling rapidly. I screamed once more and he covered my mouth. I bit his hand and he landed a blow my face. I knew my face would bruise sooner or later.

He finished and walked away like nothing happened. As if he hadn't just violated me. I sat there on the cold floor trembling in fear. I felt so used and I just didn't want to be here.

I was alone and Scott was no where to be seen. I didn't want to be outdoors any longer. So I took myself back to the apartment.

Who would of thought that happiness was so fragile?