Save Me

sixty seven

She zooms off into the city after yelling, "Alright girls, let's take on the night!"

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[Olivia's POV]

There was liquor over flowing the cups of my friends. Although mine was dry, never touched by alcohol and my mind was sober. It was all very overwhelming. The music was loud and was ringing in my ears, my heart was beating out of my chest, and I couldn't breathe. I didn't want to be here. This was a bad idea.

Men that look years older than me surround me, their costumes hiding their identities, I do not recognize anyone. They grab my waist and try to pull me towards them, I grimace and push them away. They typically give up and move on to the next girl. I throw my cup away, knowing that I will not be drinking tonight.

I spot Lexi with some guy in the corner, she has a bottle of whiskey in her hand. There goes my ride home, I refuse to drive with someone while they are under the influence. I try to find Spencer and Laura. They are in the other side of the room, both talking to a guy with no shirt on who is dangerously close to their bodies.

I walk over to them, pushing through the crowd of dancing people and couples making out. Spencer is completely wasted, Laura seems drunk but still in control of her actions. We have been at this party for at least an hour, I desperately want to go home. But if Lexi is wasted, as well as my other friends who are underaged, how is that going to happen?

I don't want to bother any of the cast members, they will just be ashamed of me for going to a party without permission even if I wasn't drinking. This will be the last strike, they will kick me out for sure. I have to call someone though.

A man comes over to me, his eyes hidden behind a mask splattered with fake blood. He walks close to me and reaches his hand out and grabs my waist. I swat his hand away and try to push him but he is much stronger than I am and wraps his large hands around my wrist, pulling me away from my friends that are too drunk to notice what is going on.

He makes me walk in front of him, pushing me forward and twisting my wrist in his hands causing me great pain that pulses through my arm. Suddenly we are met with a gust of air, the cool fresh winds of the city inform me that we are now outside.

"Stop," I yell to the mystery man who is dragging me through the streets. He laughs and tightens his grip on me. I look into the eyes of people walking past me, none of them meet my gaze. After walking through a parking ramp, the man drags me to a car and shoves me into the back seat and then climbs in after me. All of a sudden I am warm from the car, the noises of the city are dulled from the closed doors. He takes off his mask and reveals an attractive face, most definitely several years older than me.

His body climbs on top of mine, I beg him to stop. I begin to scream as his mouth connects to my neck, making his way down to my chest that is very open due to my low cut top.

"Stop! Please, I am only 16! Don't do this!" I yell at him as his lips cross my collarbones. He sits up and smashes his lips to mine, his heavy body pinning me down to the seat. I wriggle around, trying to free myself from him with no luck.

"Please, I'm a minor. This is illegal, don't do this to yourself." I plead as he pulls up from my mouth. He smirks and places his hand in between my knees, my heart is freaking out, I am breathing heavily. Please wake up, Olivia. Please let this all be a dream.

His hand climbs up my thighs, I grab the handle to the car but it is locked and will not open. "No, please. Don't do this! Please!" I scream as he uses his other hand to fiddle with the zipper on the back of my dress.

I hear the familiar noise as he pulls down the zipper, I scream out once more before realizing that my cries for help are hopeless. I am not going to be saved from this. I close my eyes and hold my breath as his hands pull down my dress.

Hello everyone, touchy subject i included in my story but you know what i am done explaining myself. if i want to write sad stuff, i am going to write sad stuff and i am sorry if you don't like it but i can't let myself be boxed. bad stuff happens in life and just bc this is a fake story doesn't mean it will be one big happy fluff fest ok? why am i being so annoying, just shut up aibhlinn.

Ok.

Cough Syrup.

- aibhlinn