Louder Than Words ✨ Guns N' Roses

10.

There was no seduction involved. It was clear to me that the man came into the room with the intention of getting what he wanted, regardless of what I did.

One second he was far away from me. I was repeatedly asking him what he wanted from me, I was too naive to know. As he inched closer and closer, it somehow didn't occur to me to run, or scream for help.

But that doesn't mean I deserved it.

One second he was far away from me. The next he'd pushed me onto the couch, pinning my hands above my head. I was telling him to stop now, and he wasn't listening to me. He was reaching down to unbuckle what sounded like a belt, and then fumbling with my cutoff shorts.

I was begging now. Pleading with him to please stop because I wasn't comfortable with what he was doing. I was squeezing my eyes shut, and when I did get the courage to look at him his face wouldn't come into focus.

He wasn't responding to me, other than the occasional "Be Quiet" or "Lie Still".

I blurted out that I was a virgin. He paused only for a second, to tell me that it would feel good eventually.

He had my shirt off by that point and I was really starting to panic. I began to thrash, pulling at my arms and legs, but it felt like they were being held beneath boulders. Blood was rushing to my face and my head was throbbing, my entire body felt like it was on fire.

Yet and still, I was helpless and alone.

Part of me wondered where the hell Jon had gone, another started thinking of excuses.

"I'm... I'm on my period," I spluttered through tears I hadn't even realized were there.

"What's a little blood?" he grunted in return. "Lie still!"

Thoughts were flooding my head faster than I could organize them. He gave up on trying to take off my shorts and was trying to push them aside. I knew pain was coming at any moment, and my last resort was to lean my head back as far as it would go and let out the loudest scream I could muster.

We had a code back in the day, me and W. When I was in trouble, all I had to do was make my location known, and the easiest way was to scream.

For a few excruciating seconds, I thought it was over. This unknown assailant decided that beating me into submission was the way to go. He peppered quick but painful blows all over my abdomen to keep me still.

I whimpered as one of his hands tightened impossibly around my throat.

"Perfect." His voice was like grime.

His other hand crept like a spider up my inner thigh.

I was on the fringes of consciousness when the door flew open, revealing an enraged mass of red hair and pale skin. One second the man had me pinned on the couch. The next he was in a ball on the floor, clutching himself in pain.

I was sobbing so hard I couldn't see straight, I definitely couldn't make out whatever W was hollering at the man on the floor.

Everything was a blur. All I could see was W's fiery hair whipping around as his fists flew, the sound of flesh hitting flesh was oddly satisfying.

I heard distant yelling, someone rushed into the room to pull W away. I think there was a crowd outside. W was preoccupied with getting back to his fight until he looked over and saw me, vulnerable and exposed and hurt.

The man on the floor was groaning and rolling around as two other guys kneeled beside him.

W skidded to the couch and kneeled beside me. He was trying to grab my face, I was rolling and crying, confused and in pain.