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~Part 15- Invited to a College Party?

After all of my classes were done I walked back to the lobby, reaching a nice couch to sit on. I plopped onto the soft cushion sighing and getting my book out to read. Suddenly, I saw boyish sneakers come in front of me, making me look up seeing it was Brandon. I smiled at him and he asked, "What are you reading?" I flipped over the cover showing him the title, seeing him nod. I put the book down and patted the seat next to me telling him to sit with me. He sat down, smiling at me making me look down at my feet, but as I looked up I saw Brandon leaned in closer. I leaned away from him and said, "I'm married, remember." He shook his head and said, "Right, I'm sorry I shouldn't have gotten that close." I shifted backwards and moved my left hand closer to him, making sure he saw my rings. He nodded and chuckled at himself, his soft brown eyes looking into my icy blue ones. Then I heard him ask, "Would you like to come to a party this weekend?" I looked at him skeptically asking, "Why are you asking me?" He responded, "I don't have anyone to go with and you're right here." I thought about it for a couple of seconds, wondering what could go wrong, but then I thought since I haven't been to one before and wanted to have fun, I told him, "Yeah, I'll go with you." He looked at me surprised and smiled wide, "Great, I'll pick you up at 9:00." I nodded at him and watched him get up and walk away. I waved at him and looked down at my phone seeing Nate calling me, making me pick it up. I heard his voice sound so scared when he answered, "Caroline?" I responded, "Nate, I'm fine don't worry." He sighed, "Where are you?" I said back, "I'm still in the building." He sounded relieved, "Why are you taking so long?" I said, "Sorry, I was talking with a friend." He said, "Just come out now, I need to take you home." I immediately stood up and walked out of the building, running to Nate's car seeing him run towards me. I hugged him tightly and he hugged back sighing of relief bringing me into his car, driving me home.

~The Weekend~

I knew that if I told Nate or my parents about going to this party, they wouldn't let me go. I started to get ready and looked at myself in the mirror, seeing that I had a bruised look under my eyes. I wanted to cover it up, but I never wear that kind of make-up, so I knew I would have to live with my tired look. I finished putting on my shorts and put on my sneakers, leaving my room. I quickly came to the front door and saw Brandon was already waiting for me outside. I jogged to his car, jumped in the seat and buckled up looking at Brandon staring forward. He drove off in silence until I asked, "Where is the party?" He responded, "It's at a friends house." I nodded and asked, "Can I turn on my music?" He said, "Yeah, sure put on whatever you want." I put on Nate's music, the first song that came on was "Notepad". I started to tap my hands to the beat of the music and tried to rap along with him. I laughed at myself, hearing that I didn't know all of the words.

~Party House~

We made it to the house and walked in seeing how crowded the first room was already. We squished through everyone we could to find a spot to sit and we bumped into a bunch of girls. The girls looked me up and down with disgust until they saw Brandon, making them smile. One of them asked, "Who is she?" Brandon said, "This is Caroline, be nice this is her first college party." They nodded and looked away from me, making me feel more nervous. Brandon lead me to a circle of people and introduced me to all of them and I sat down. When I looked around I felt another guy's eyes on me and I quickly looked him over, seeing his giant arms had some tattoos. He smirked at me and I tried to look away, but my eyes wouldn't stop roaming his body. He shifted closer to me, but then Brandon announced we were going to play a game. He told us the game was going to be "Spin the Bottle/7mins in Heaven" making me cringe. I hoped Brandon would sit next to me and luckily he did. Some of the other girls started the game, but then when the other guy next to me spun the bottle it landed on me. He took my hand and dragged me to the closet, making me feel scared. I looked back at Brandon, seeing that he looked scared too hoping he would come and stop him.

The guy in tattoos closed the door and turned on the light. I looked at him and begged, "Please, don't kiss me." He asked, "Why not?" I scanned over his body again seeing how much he towered over me, getting more scared by the minute. He took my arm yanking me towards his hard chest and I saw the devilish look in his eyes. He kissed me hard and I pushed on his chest not gaining any luck. Suddenly, I felt the guy start to unbutton my shorts and I tried to pull away, but his grip on me was so tight I knew that he would leave bruises on my skin.

I wriggled as much as I could, but he kissed me again making tears fill my eyes. It felt so wrong for anyone besides Nate to kiss me. I pushed on his chest again, until my nails scratched through his shirt leaving a red mark on his chest. He backed away from me growling from the pain and winced when he looked down at himself. I wrapped my arms around myself, re-buttoning my pants, looking at him in disgust. I then ran to the door, banging on it to let other people hear me so I could get out. The guy walked towards me, so when I turned around I kneed him, making him stumble backwards. Suddenly, the door opened and I saw Brandon and I hugged him tightly. He looked at the other guy with contempt and brought me out to the front of the house. He let me go and said, "I'm taking you home." I nodded, but then looked down realizing that I would have to tell Nate about this. I didn't want him to be angry with me or Brandon, but I did want him to be angry with the other guy. I felt so dirty for letting him kiss me and if I didn't push him away I would've been raped. I started to cry heavily, losing my breath hoping Brandon would calm me down.

Brandon picked me up in his arms, carrying me to his car. He buckled me in and closed the door going over to his side. He got in and started the car, buckling up and driving off to my house.

~My House~

After Brandon came to my house, he walked me to my door and we heard Sammy bark. He jumped back startled, but I told him there was nothing to worry about, Sammy was a friendly dog. Finally, the door opened and mom was standing there and asked, "Where were you?" I said, "At a party." She looked at Brandon and took me inside closing the door in Brandon's face. Mom told me, "You are not to see him again." I shouted, "No, you don't understand! He saved me!" Mom looked at me like she had no idea what I was talking about, but then I said, "Brandon saved me from getting almost raped!" She asked, "Why were you at this party anyway?" I responded, "I just wanted to have some fun, I felt trapped here by myself." She then said, "You have Nate though." I nodded, "I know, but he isn't here all the time." Mom said back, "You don't know this guy though." I wanted to scream and hit something, but I calmly said, "I know that he is a good guy and that he wouldn't hurt me." Mom walked over to the front door and opened it seeing Brandon was still there, so she let him in. He walked over to me and said, "I hope you aren't too traumatized." I shook my head, "I don't know what I feel." He looked at me sympathetically and touched my arm, looking into my eyes. He told me, "It's okay, you should rest up." He turned to my mom and said, "Thank you for letting me in to say goodnight." Mom nodded, "You're welcome and come over anytime." He nodded and turned back to me and leaned over to me to kiss my cheek. His lips gently touched close to my ear and I looked into his brown eyes seeing how much he was sorry. I watched him leave out the door and waved to him with a small smile.

~Later~

I finished getting ready for bed and saw that Nate left me a message on my phone. I listened to it and smiled at his words for me and couldn't wait to see him in the morning. I plugged in my phone and laid down under the covers, saying my prayers and falling asleep.