With you//Montgomery De La Cruz

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"What are you doing here?" She asked annoyed and confused. "Oh you know, paying a visit to my favorite girl, aren't you going to let me in?" He pushed himself in Emily turned around in disbelief.

"Go. I don't want you here. I don't want you near me" Emily said pointing at the door. "But why? I thought we had a great time today during lunch period" he chuckled.

"Bryce go away, I don't want you here" she sighed. "What, are you going to tell me that you don't remember me?" He asked taking a step closer.

"What are you talking about?" She was very confused. "Don't remember that party from last summer, the reason why you stop going to the after parties of the companies you modeled for?" She gasped.

"You were there" she whispered. "Yeah that's right I was there. That was the last time I saw you then you came back, and I knew I had to have you again" Emily scoffed with tears in her eyes.

"You raped me. I was drunk senseless and you raped me, you asshole" she slapped him.

"That's right you remember now" he smirked kissing her neck. She saw that smirk again and everything came back rushing to her.

Emily tried to push him away but he was too heavy. He took her upstairs Emily wanted to scream but her mouth was covered. He locked the door and straddled her.

"Bryce don't do this" Emily pleaded crying. "Oh baby girl but I will, last time you didn't remember but now you will remember this for the rest of your life" he said with a smirk plastered on his face.

He kissed her neck and her breasts leaving hickeys. She never felt so grossed out about herself than today at that moment. Minutes passed by with Emily trying to escape from his hold and Bryce was about to take his pants off when Emily spoke.

"Stop Bryce, what would you do if this was Phoebe?" She asked sobbing. "Shut up Emily, you don't talk about her" he got off Emily and unlocked the door.

"Maybe if you didn't post those teasing little pictures of yours, this wouldn't happen to you. Oh, and tell anyone and watch what will happen. You can't touch me" he let a chuckle past his lips and left her there.

She went to the bathroom and opened the shower faucet. She stood under the shower crying until she heard Montgomery's voice. As soon as she heard his voice she finished showering and walked out wrapped in a towel she cursed herself for not bringing the clothes at least she had her undergarments on.

"Hey Em. You left the front door unlocked" he said looking down at his phone when he felt Emily's steps walk in to the room. "Hey. Oh, I must have forgotten" she took a long t-shirt and some pajama shorts and went back to the bathroom.

When she came back Montgomery looked at her and saw her puffy red eyes.

"Emily, why were you crying?" he said standing besides her and noticed the hickeys on her neck and sighed.

"Don't look at me like that" Emily pleaded with her glossy eyes. "Like what, Emily?" Montgomery asked confused. "Like you already know what happened" she looked down and Montgomery hugged her.
"I don't know what happened, princess that's why you have to talk to me" he muffled on her damp hair.

"I'll tell you a story" she smiled taking a deep breath and cleaned her eyes. She sat down on the bed and Montgomery in front of her.

"There was this girl and she loved to do modeling, she still does. So this girl also loved going to the parties that the companies that she modeled for had. She always went with his boyfriend she knew that he would always protect her. That night the girl got into an argument with her boyfriend and since the girl is a petty, hard-headed person she started drinking everything that ended up on her hands" Emily chuckled sadly.