Crazy Love

Chapter 15

Mel's POV

A spark of the old butterflies flashed in my stomach.

What would I wear?

I shuffled through my closet and decided on a cute blue sweater and skinny jeans.

Since I had four hours to kill I figured I would hit the gym for two hours.

When I was done I showered, blow dried and loose curled my hair. I put on coverup, eyeliner, mascara, blush, and a light shade of lipgloss.

By the time I was ready to go it was 7:00. I went downstairs to socialize with my parents and before I knew it the doorbell rang.

I opened the door, and there he was. Wearing light blue jeans a tight blue tshirt and a big smile.

"Ready to go?" He asked giving me the up down.

"Yup" I said smiling.

We drove in a comfortable silence for 15 minutes before pulling off onto a gravel road. I thought I heard something in the distance, I just didn't know what.

As we got closer the noise got louder, I soon realized that it wasn't just a noise. It was music.

Brady had brought me to a party...

God, if I had known I wouldn't have said yes.

I glared at him until the car was parked, he glanced over at me and without a change in expression began to explain.

"Look, I know it's not the dream date but some friends of mine from my old school really wanted to meet you and offered to throw a party for our victory," he said throwing a nervous glance at me.

He had told his old friends about me? My expression softened and my anger began to fade.

"Ok but just so you know I hate parties" I warned.

He chuckled and walked around to open the door for me.

I guess he wasn't completely gone.

We walked in to complete chaos. Beer bottles everywhere, people grinding left and right, and two girls walked by with no shirts on.

"Oh. My. God." I said in disgust.

"It's not that bad you just need to get used to it." Brady said knowingly.

Had he done this before?

We walked around for a little bit and he introduced me to some of his friends.

"Reed this is Mel, Mel this is Reed." He said introducing me his tall blond friend.

"Hi" I said politely.

"Hey nice to meet you, so you're the hot chick that Brady has been hooking up with?" he said wrapping me in a huge hug.

I froze, he smelled like beer

"he's drunk don't listen to him," Brady said to me off to the side.

"I can see that." I said as Reed sauntered off to the bar.

I didn't know who to believe, Brady or Reed.

Normally I wasn't a big drinker but after some coaxing Brady got me to try a beer. I also wanted to forget about what Reed had said.

It tasted fine, so I had five more.

"I wannna dance" I slurred.

I pulled Brady onto the dance floor and grinded to the music. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him, we were practically dry humping to a Ke$ha song.

After two more songs I was done dancing.

I was a little unsteady on my feet so Brady led me upstairs to find a spare room.

Well the first two we went to were.... Well.... Um, Occupied. So we went through what seemed like a maze of hallways and found one in the way back of the house.

Did I mention the house was huge? Almost bigger that Brady's.

He sat me down on the bed and looked into my eyes. You can guess what happened next.

He kissed me with a fiery passion he had never before, he laid me on the bed and rubbed my legs with his one hand while the other was caressing my face with the other.

I groaned in pleasure when he squeezed my upper thigh. I felt him smile, then he sat up and took his shirt off. His muscles were so defined and perfect, He shimmied mine off then took off his pants.

Not again.

"Brady no" I protested. I didn't want to do this. I was starting to believe what Reed said.

He didn't listen, he wrestled my pants off and pinned me to the bed. I was only in my bra and underwear.

"Come on baby, you know you want to." He murmured in my ear making me shudder.

"Brady no!" He was too strong, he tore my bra off and was moving down to my pants before the door flung open.

There was Josh, surprisingly sober.

I covered up my chest the best I could and rolled off the bed.

I heard him shout a few swear words then a couple of thuds and a pained groan.

I fumbled to put my clothes on and almost as soon as I was done Josh scooped me up and carried me through the house, past all of the people and out the door.

I buried my face in Josh's shirt. I wasn't crying though Melissa Heft doesn't cry, but I felt numb.

My own boyfriend had tried to rape me.