Rules Of Living.

CHAPTER 4

This and the following chapter are both unedited so sorry for any mistakes, I'll fix them soon. I just wanted to give you guys an update, so I whipped this up.
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I reach into my bag to grab my keys so I can open the door but my hands find themselves exploring an empty bag. I let out a silent curse hitting my head on the door, I could call Lorraine but its already 11 pm and she's an early sleeper.

My hands search for Val's number and I dial it, after a few rings she picks ups and I hear music in the back "Hey Val, can you come to the house I forgot my keys and am stuck?"

I wait for a response on the other line before I hear her voice "Im at Noah Richards party and I might just get to kiss him tonight so no I will not come back, but you can come to the party and take the keys."

I want to kill her,  for a devil like her would crucifying be torturous enough? I shake my head to clear out the borderline sociopathic thought and tell her to not be a bitch and just come and give me the keys and go back but she wouldn't budge.

"Valerie please you know how I feel about parties." I beg, desperate for her to cooperate at this point. "Just trust me Aria you'll be fine, I'll be there."

In the end I find myself walking two blocks down from my house to Noah's because my little bitch of a sister called me a party pooper and practically pressured me to come and get the keys or be stranded for the rest of the night because she wasn't coming home any time soon.

I am still covered in paint though Im sure it is rubbed off in some places and mixed with blood in some, my hair looks like a bush because of my fall but I couldn't be bothered enough to fix it. I stand outside the house and take a deep breath.

The last time I went to a party I had sworn to never go again but I guess the reality of me going to one hadn't sunk in until now. The only thing separating the party and me is a door.

Don't go in.

I tell my conscience to shut up as I mentally curse at Valerie for not being cooperative at all, she knows the reason why I hate parties yet still insists on pulling stunts like this.

Before I can over analyse the situation the door swings open almost hitting me in the process but I jump back in time. A group of drunk friends walk out howling and stumbling down the steps.

Okay Aria go in, get the keys and get out. It's simple and easy, nothing bad will happen.

I walk inside the room, the smell of vomit, beer and a shit load of axe hits my nostrils making me gag. So much for me thinking I looked like crap, the whole place is a dump. It's like watching an episode of animals gone wild the only difference being I actually like animals, the same cannot be said for these gut wrenching kids. I hate high school.

I like to believe im a tough girl, that if a situation calls for it I'll be able to defend myself. All the years of martial arts classes should pay off in situations where I feel the need to protect myself. However when I feel a hand grab my butt my whole body freezes, I feel paralysed. I am not alone, the opposite actually, surrounded by 100's of teens with me smack dab in the middle of the crowd while a perverts hand is still placed on my butt.

I try to scream as his hands find themselves slowly reaching the button of my pants, I feel him place himself behind me grinding his filthy body against mine, I can sense the smugness rolling off of him and want to turn around and slap him however my body has gone limp, and I hate this feeling of being completely helpless, the last time I was like this, things didn't turn out in my favour. Wetness runs down my face, the tears uncontrollable yet no voice could be heard from my mouth.

My body's paralysed, completely useless. My brain is screaming at me to push him away but when I try to I can't seem to move. The thoughts of what happened three years back start to invade my mind, even though I can tell this person is nothing more than a seventeen year old kid where as he was an adult who I trusted and looked up to but somehow the touch that is violating every bone in my body feels no different, it has the same power over me as his did all those years back.

I sense him dragging me towards the stairs, I try to breathe but its as if his hands have crushed my wind pipe and ripped my lungs out, images of me sobbing on the bed with my clothes torn while he touches me run through my brain.

The panic attack that is consuming me, is not something I'm not used to neither is the feeling of someone trying to rip my top off yet somehow it felt so new, so violent that I had lost all my senses. After what seemed like ages a sob escapes my lips causing me to go haywire, the sadness overcome by anger.

Not again, not like this.

I elbow him on the stomach causing him to fall on the edge of the stairs, his hands reach out to grab my ankle but I run with all my might. The tears keep spilling down my face and my screams echo in my head.

I knew it, I knew something bad would happen the second I stepped into this house. How stupid can I be to think that I had gotten over everything that happened to me? How naive can I be to think that somebody wouldn't assault me again?

Im thankful to have gotten out of there before more could've been done, thankful that what happened last time was not repeated. But I am furious at myself for not being strong enough to stop him the moment he touched me without my consent, furious at Valerie for making me come here despite her knowing of everything that happened the last time.

I see a mop of light brown hair, I pick my pace up and grab her petite arm dragging her away from her friends who watch as I take her out on the secluded patio.

Before I can control myself I start shouting, screaming at her for not listening to me when I told her I didn't want to be anywhere near a party, I keep on shouting about how if she had actually given a fuck she wouldn't have made me come here, and if she would've just given me the keys at our house all of this horror could've been avoided.

Valerie stood dumbstruck, "Say something dammit!" I shout once more causing her to flinch. She knows exactly what happened just now I make it clear as day that she knows what her stubbornness caused.

"I didn't think it would happen again, I thought you said you were going to be fine. I didn't know you still had a fear of coming to such gatherings." I scoff at her excuse.

"Bullshit. You know how it affected me, infact you're probably the only person who knows the full extent of it all yet you still couldn't get your head out of your ass for two minutes to walk down two blocks and give me the fucking key." I know im being harsh, but I feel so disgusting and violated and the fact that I know this could've been avoided if she'd just listen to me once makes my blood boil. I look up to see Valerie's enraged face.

"Well it isn't my fault that you forgot your fucking keys, nor is it my fault that he raped you all those years ago and it isn't my fault you cant seem to get over your fear for shit like these parti-" before she could even continue with her rant a loud smacking sound echoes in the air causing the words to get stuck in her throat. She crossed a line this time. She pushed my limits too far

I blink a few times to realise that I had just slapped her across the face. I know I should say sorry but how dare she spew filth like this out of her mouth, after everything, how could she?

I rip the keys from her hand, her stunned face watches me as I walk out of the patio and out of the house.

I find myself in the shower scrubbing all the paint and bad memories off of my body. Its like the feeling of the hands are all over me, not only the hands of the guy at the party but his as well, I scrub my skin violently to be rid of their scents and their touch to the point I find myself starting to redden up and bleed in some spots. I let the cold water numb my pain.

I change into my night suit and lay in bed trying to keep my tears of feeling helpless at bay. As I close my eyes to get some sleep I know that tonight will not be an easy night.