You Know What You Did

Chapter .3.

Scarlett's POV

This world is cruel.

One big cruel joke.

There's those days where you just wanna lock yourself in your room and curl up in a ball on the floor and never leave. Because we are fighting. Fighting the urge. Fighting to live. To stay alive.

But sometimes.....sometimes even the strongest fighters know when they are losing and when to give up.

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FLASHBACK:

"So where exactly is this drive in movie?" I squirm in my seat. He had picked me up around 7, and took me to a burger joint where we sat and talked about anything before getting back into his truck and driving to this drive in movie.

"It's just a little farther" he spoke while looking out the windshield tapping his thumb on the steering wheel to the beat of the radio. He looked good. His tight but still sorta baggy blue jeans, his tight black tshirt that shows off his muscles from tons of football practices. 

I turn my head and look out the windows to see us in the middle of no where. "I think we took a wrong turn somewhere...." I say as we park in the middle of the dirt road out in the middle of no where.

"Oh no, we are in the perfect place" His voice more huskey then usually. I turn my body in time for him to launch his body at me and attacking my mouth. I try pushing him away because I wasn't ready.

"Stop. Stop." I try saying but his mouth suffocates my words. I feel his hands travel down the front of my body to the inside of my jeans, tears running down  my cheeks. "No. I said No." I push him back but he just moves to my neck. I slap him and shuffle back into the door.

"You'll regret that" I looked up as he glared at me before smacking me and launching at me again....

I scream....

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He ruined me that night. He ruined everything good in me. 

The following day I wake up to find myself in a hospital bed.
I had been dropped at the front of the hospital doors wrapped in nothing but a lettermans jacket.

I seen it laying over the side of the chair and start crying as I remember everything...

His touch...

His lips...

Everything.

I felt dirty.

I felt hatred towards myself.
But I promised myself. I would ruin him. I would ruin his life like he had mine. He will pay for what he did.

Because he messed with the wrong chick.