Stolen Pieces (Graphic Short Story)

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I couldn't believe it. Him. Freddy Caswell, is dancing with me. Freddy Caswell bought me a drink.
He was standing beside me, smirking that kind of smirk that would make you melt. And fuck yeah, I did.
If only I knew.
His hand gripped my waist tightly, and it started slowly moving downwards.
The club music was blasting loudly in my ears and I could feel his warm breath on my neck as he kissed my ear softly.
If only I knew.
His whole body was pressed against mine and I could feel the heat intensify with every beat.
Suddenly, he pulled me closer and whispered in my ear;
"Follow me."
I suddenly became eager. 'What is he going to do?' I thought excitedly. 'Kiss me? Is he going to ask me to be his girlfriend?'
I nodded without hesitation and followed him into the restroom.
It was completely empty, I mean, I doubted anybody would be there anyway. Who uses public restrooms?
I should've known what was up as soon as he locked the door. This wasn't exactly a romantic venue for asking someone to be your girlfriend.
Forcefully, he pressed his lips against mine before I could say anything. I haven't even said two words to him at the time. I don't know why I thought he would somehow declare his love for me in a public fucking restroom.
If only I knew.
He pressed me against the sink and unzipped his pants. My heart was racing  - and not in a good way.  This is when I realised that things were going too fast.
"What are you doing?"  I asked, trying to push his hands off of me. Big football star, obviously has a strong grip.
He got angry and held onto my hips tightly. His fingernails were pressing into my skin. He spun me around and pushed me against the wall.
The room was spinning.
"What are you doing?" I repeated louder thinking -maybe he didn't hear me. Maybe he thought I said something else.
He lifted my dress up from the back and I knew where this was going.
I felt it inside me and the pain electrified through my body.
"Stop..-Stop-" I cried.
I was facing the mirror and could see the tears streaming down my face.
He grunted and moaned while I struggled helplessly on the sink infront of a dirty, public mirror.
I tried, I swear I did - I tried to scream, to shout for help. I tried to get him off me. I tried to make him stop.
I swear I tried, I did.
He didn't care. He kept going. He couldn't care less. Nobody would care. He didn't say anymore than two words to me. I bet he doesn't even know my name. I can't believe this. I swear, I can't.
I looked up at the mirror again, I was crying uncontrollably. I wish I never came here. I wish this didn't happen. I wish I was anywhere but here.
I just waited for it to be over.

If only I knew. Fuck, If only I knew.