The Stream will Cease

Chapter 3

Amberley's house is only 20 minutes from our neighborhood, so it doesn't take too long to get there. By the time we pull up in front of the house it's already packed. Drunken teenagers litter the front lawn. Loud music booms from inside and beer bottles and plastic cups lay discarded all over the yard. Tyler quickly parks the car and we all scramble out.

"WOOO lets party!" Emma hollers and we all laugh at her enthusiasm. She had always loved to party, but I was a little bit more reserved. Emma grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the front door. I jokingly turn around and mouth help towards Liam and Tyler. They both laugh and shake their heads at me.

"Emma who's the dd tonight?" I ask her once we reach the crowded kitchen where the alcohol is kept.

"You. Definitely you." She says just before she takes a shot of vodka. I grimace at the smell of alcohol. I had never liked drinking, mainly because of the after effects. I was almost always the driver because Ty, Emma, and Liam always get completely wasted. Emma grabs my hand and starts to pull me to the dance floor, in other words the living room. We dance for almost two hours to the upbeat music blaring through the house.

"Lets dance Liv!" Emma screams over the blaring music. I laugh and start to sway my hips to the beat. Emma continues to drink as we dance together and I can tell that the alcohol is starting to affect her.

"Liv I'm gonna go dance with Tyler." Emma says slurring her words, already buzzed. I sigh and let go of her hand. I walk out of the living room to find a restroom since I had had the urge to pee for at least an hour now. I walk up the stairs to get away from all of the people. I'm hoping there is a somewhat clean bathroom on the top floor. There is barely anyone up here and I open the first door I see. I praise the heavens that it is in fact a restroom.

Looking at myself in the mirror is something I never enjoyed. I never liked my appearance that much, even though people always compliment me. My hair was too frizzy, eyes too dull, skin too blotchy. I wasn't ugly. But I definitely wasn't beautiful like my mom. I quickly look away from the mirror and move towards the toilet. I close the lid and sit on top of it. The door handle to the bathroom starts shaking. I sigh knowing I'll have to leave soon.

"One second!" I yell out. I start to gather my clutch but the door opens with a slam.

"Hey!" I scream as I look up. It's a huge guy. He's probably 6'4 and around 200 pounds.

"I said one more second!" I exclaim to him.

"What baby? You don't want to have a little fun with me?" He slurs his words. Drunk. I know I need to get out of this predicament.

"uhm no. I'm just gonna go now." I start to quickly move towards the door but his hand finds its way around my wrist. I hiss out in pain at the amount of pressure on my wrist.

"Let go of me!" I yell! I try to wrench out of his grip but he's too strong.

"Come on babe. Don't you want to have some fun?" He pushes me up against the wall and start to kiss my neck. Hot tears stream down my face as I struggle to free myself. It's no use. He's too strong for my small frame.

"Please stop." I whisper, but he doesn't seem to hear me. His hands move to the zipper of my dress and slowly my dress is peeled off of my skin. A sob escapes my mouth. I️ attempt to wriggle from his grasp one more time, but he holds firm. His hand works around the front of my bra.

"Stop! Please you don't have to do this!"

"Come on baby I know you want me." He slurs. His slimy hands work his way down my shoulders to my chest wear they find my breasts. His mouth forces it's way onto mine. I don't kiss back. Tears blur my vision and I can't move. Pressure sits on top on my lungs and it's getting harder to breathe. His hands start to roam towards my underwear. My whole body is wracked with sobs. I can feel an attack coming but right now I can't think. I can't move.