Amber is an 18 year old girl attending art college. She keeps to herself and only really talks to her friend Jess. Ronnie is a rockstar, he saw Amber one day, became obsessed with her and has been stalking her since. What will happen when he finally...
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Amber's POV
I woke up to Ronnie climbing over me, pinning me down and kissing my neck, his hands began to trail up my sides as he pulled off the shirt I was wearing. I was too terrified to move or speak. My skin felt like it was on fire, I felt dirty, I finally mustered up the strength to speak.
"Stop." I whispered.
He ignored me and started sucking on my neck. I tried to push him off of me. I felt a stinging heat on my cheek, he slapped me. He started to pull down my underwear, discarding them on the floor before ripping my bralette off.
"Stop!" I begged, "Please get off of me! Ronnie please! I don't want to do this."
Tears started running down my face and I shuddered under his touch. It was happening, my biggest fear was coming true. I was going to be raped, it was my first time, and I was going to be raped.
"Please. Please don't do this." I breathed as he pushed my hips into the bed.
I heard him take off his boxers as he began to rub harsh circles into my clit. My body jerked pushing me further into his hand and I whimpered. He kissed me roughly before going back to sucking on my neck. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited, still quietly begging him to stop.
"You want me to stop?" He pushed a finger in me, making my gut clench, "I think you're enjoying this, do you see how wet you are?"
I stared up at him through tear filled eyes as he positioned himself at my entrance. This was it...
Ronnie's POV
"Amber!" I shook her, trying to wake her up, "Amber!"
She was trembling, she was talking in her sleep, she kept saying 'no' and 'stop' and she was crying. She was having a nightmare are she wouldn't wake up.
"Ronnie, no" she whimpered, "please stop."
She was having a nightmare about me. Fuck.
"Amber!" I shook her harder, wiping the hair out of her face and drying her tear stained cheeks.
She grabbed onto my shoulders as her eyes flew open.
Amber's POV
I opened my eyes, he was still above me, but he wasn't touching me how he had been moments before... and his clothes were on, and I was still in his shirt, and my underwear.
"What?" I whispered.
This didn't make any sense.
"It's okay Amber," he pulled me into his arms, "it was just a dream, I'm so sorry, I would never hurt you."
It was a dream. No, it was a nightmare. I let myself sob into his chest.
"Shhhh," he whispered into my hair, "it's okay, I won't let anyone hurt you."
