Never Had (Urban Fiction)

Chapter Seven *Rewritten*

Weeks Later

Omniscient

Today was the day that everyone was waiting for, Raquan's Party. Everybody knew that shit was gon be turnt.

"How I look?" Moriah asked Aja as Moriah finished applying her last coat of mascara on her dark eyelashes. "Yaaas bitch! You slayin' them hoes." Aja squealed ratchetly. Moriah laughed. "Nah, bitch, we slayin' em." Moriah said as they high-fived each other.

Moriah was wearing a light pink bandage bodycon dress with Giuseppe Zanotti black suede pumps and a sparkly gold clutch. She wore her thick black hair in a bun.

Aja was wearing a red crop top, white & black tribal leggings and black ankle heel boots. Her long, black, weave was curled down her back.

"You ready?" Aja asked Moriah. "Yup, let's get it!" Moriah said happily.

Aja and Moriah left Aja's house. "What time is it?" Moriah asked. "9:17pm."

The party started at 8pm but who shows up at a party on time, especially if you want to stand out?

Once they arrived at the party, it was packed already. The house was over flowing with teenagers, and a few popular known people who lived in Atlanta, like SheLovesMeechie from vine, Get It Indy, the OMG Girlz, and Trey Sizzle were there. Raquan, the boy who threw the party, knew everybody in the ATL.

"Damn it's packed!" Aja yelled over the loud music. "Hell yeah!" Moriah yelled back.

After mingling with a few friends, Aja told Moriah that she was going to find Tremaine.

Moriah decided before she came to the party, that she wanted to get wasted. She wanted to get drunk out of her mind. Moriah wanted to forget all of her parents problems, her stressful social life, and most of all Trevor. When Trevor had challenged Moriah to kiss him, she wanted to. She felt happy, she felt like all the stress and sadness had left her. And to watch him dance with Melissa like he hadn't kissed her earlier, had pissed her off.

She wanted to forget about Jacob and all the pressure about him wanting her virginity. Even though Jacob was her ex, she still lived him deeply. He was the first boy she'd ever loved.

Moriah picked up a cup, and filled it with 1800 Tequila. She sipped it slow, feeling the burning sensation from the liquor, slide down her throat. When she was done, Jacob walked up from behind her. She immediately started walking away as soon as she saw him. "Where you going?" he said following her. "Away from you." She retorted irritatedly. "I just wanna talk." She walked even faster. He grabbed her arm, making her turn around. "Let me go," she demanded. "Look, I just want to talk." he pleaded. "I don't want to talk to you!" she yelled while snatching her arm away from him.

Moriah rejoined the crowd in the center of the room and went to go dance with a boy. She walked up to a dark skinned boy with a high top fade, and danced on him until the song that was playing was over.

A boy grabbed Moriah from behind. He began dragging her into a room. She kicked and screamed. Crying for someone to help her. He opened the door with his one free hand. He pushed her onto the bed. Her eyes widened as his face came to view with a thousand memories held on to him.

Trevor Moses

"I'm so tired of this shit man." I said to my self as I threw my iPhone on the bed. Currently, me and Melissa were having a full-out argument via text. I know I said I'm done with her many times, but I mean it this time. All this back and forth shit is really stupid. I love her but you could only let a person fuck you over so many times. I prayed my True Religion Drifter cologne on me, and headed out to my brand new 2013 Chevrolet Impala. Twenty minutes later, I arrived at Raquan's house. When I walked in, there was so many people. This fine ass girl, walked up to me and started twerking on me. When she was done, I went to go get me a drink. I poured me a cup of Hennessy and drank it all.

I saw Aja and Tremaine dancing together and shit. I decided to go mess with them.

"I see y'all, all dancin' togetha' and shit." I said approaching them.

"Shut up. Where ya girl at nigga?" Tremaine asked.

"Me and her ain't speakin' right now."

"You done?" Aja added.

"Yes nigga. But I'ma let y'all finish bein' cute and shit."

Damn I gotta pee. I thought. I went to search for the bathroom and heard screaming. I got closer to the door as the scream got even louder.

"Shut the hell up!" the man yelled to the screaming person. I didn't know what to do! Do I stand here and listen to someone possibly get raped? Or do I burst in? "Moriah you 'bouta get what you deserve." When I heard Moriah's name, I burst in.

Moriah Hill

His face was inches closer to mine. He tried to kiss me as I tried to squirm out of his grip. I punched him, hard. He fell off of me. I ran to the door, it was locked. He got up, regaining his composure.

"Jacob please! I'm sorry! Don't do this to me." I pleaded with him as he got closer and closer.

"You shouldn't have done that Moriah. I was good to you and your expensive ass taste. All I asked for was some ass. You can't give me that?" He grabbed me by my neck, choking me. I gasped for air. He slapped me, with all his might. Again. And again, and again. He forced me back on to the bed. "Please, Jacob. Please. Don't do this!" I begged as he pulled out his penis. He climbed on top of me, pinning my arms down. I screamed loudly as hot tears ran down my face. I screamed again, hoping someone would hear me.

The door burst open, a boy tackling Jacob, getting him off of me. The boy was Trevor. Trevor punched Jacob repeatedly. Jacob fought back, upper cutting him. Trevor body slammed Jacob, and punched him in the face, knocking him out cold.

Trevor picked me up bridal style, and carried me to the bathroom. I sat on the floor and bawled my eyes out.

The stranger they always warned you about, the predator, searching for victims, he never came. Instead he came as person I knew, almost taking my innocence like swiping a baby's candy away from him.

They never tell you that the rapist they always portray as a stranger, could be someone you know.

Trevor sat next to me, and I laid my head in his lap, and cried some more.

Suddenly, a feeling of nausea washed over me. I quickly ran to the toilet, and threw up all the liquor I had drunk. I wiped my mouth. Trevor pulled me onto his lap. I cried, as my head laid against his chest.

I cried because I wanted to get rid of my issues resulting in the worst night of my life.

I cried because I was almost raped by my ex.

I cried because Trevor, of all people saved me.

But mostly importantly I cried because the stranger they always said that would come, never came.

A/N: This chapter was inspired by the movie For Colored Girls, when Anika Noni Rose, had gotten raped by a man she considered as a love interest and a friend. Things like this happen everyday, and had it not been for Trevor, Moriah would have gotten raped. Thanks for reading, love you all. Bye! 💋