Rule - Sweet Pea (1)

Again

Rule stood in front of the mirror, admiring the work that both she and Toni had put into her reflection. She had squeezed her curves into a tight, long sleeve, burgundy dress. Lace covered the chest line up, a nude fabric under the lace. Her above average chest spilled out of the v shaped neckline, one she always knew made her chest look good. The dress ended mid thigh and clung tightly to every inch of her body. Nude strappy sandals had been forced onto her size eight and a half feet, matching the clutch she carried and the top of her dress. Toni had carefully done Rule's makeup ; a burgundy lip, a perfect cat eye, burgundy eyeshadow, and (her favorite) some highlighter. Rule's hair was piled on top of her head in a intricate braided updo, one that Toni had done because hair was not Rule's forte. "Damn." Toni curses in approval, eyeing her best friend up and down as she shoved her out the door. Rule turned around once she reached her truck, Toni calling her name. "Yes?" Rule asked, wondering what she had forgotten. Toni chucks a tiny package that Rule catches, not realizing what it was until she looks down with a jaw drop.

A condom.

Rule glares at her now smirking friend, rolling her eyes but nonetheless shoving the packet in her clutch. She wasn't going to use it tonight by any means, but intended on keeping it for another time. Around thirty minutes later she arrived at the small opening party, walking directly to where Cheryl and Veronica were chatting. Their eyes widened when they looked at Rule, Cheryl nodding in approval before hugging her. "I missed you Radlee." Cheryl whispered, Rule whispering that she agreed. Rule turned to greet the pearl wearing lodge, being hugged by the girl she hardly knew. One thing about Rule was she wasn't too fond of physical contact unless she knew the person extremely well. "Oh, okay." Rule muttered, patting Veronica on the back awkwardly. "And here he comes!" Cheryl squealed in their ears. Rule winced as she turned around, pleased with the eyecandy in front of her. Tall, dark, and handsome would be the most accurate description. He flashed the three girls a dazzling smile before his blue eyes settled on Rule, undressing her with his eyes. "You must be Rule." he talks in a low voice, handing a glass of champagne to the smirking girl. "You must be Nick." she replied in a low voice, her thin arm hooking through the muscular one Nate offers as he guides her inside.

Rule downs the champagne, ignoring the familiar yet unusually bitter taste and chalking it up to the brand of champagne. He pulls out a chair for her to sit down, doing her best to keep the short dress from riding up. Nick sits down next to her, eventually handing her another glass of booze, and tries to flirt endlessly. Rule does everything she can to flirt back and push away the bitter aftertaste she has after every word. "So beautiful, do you want to dance?" he purrs, standing up and offering Rule a hand. She hesitated, something inside her wishing it was a different tall, dark, and handsome boy asking. It took everything in her to say yes, something telling her something about this guy was too good to be true. He was smooth, she gave him that, twirling and dipping her all over the dance floor. But suddenly an all to familiar type of drowsiness started to weigh on her, fear striking her heart. Nicks blue eyes turned cold as he watched Rule, grabbing ahold of her and rushing them from the room, playing it off as she drank too much to anyone who asked. Her eyes lock with Veronica's from across the room and as if the Lodge girl could sense her fear, started to rush towards her.

But she wasn't fast enough.

Rule tried her best to get out of his grip as he opened the door to his room, but she was slowed by what he had put in both of her drinks. "Please stop." Rule pleaded, tears prickling from behind her eyes as he ignored her.  A small whimper escaped her when she hit the bed, a result of him pushing her down. Closing her eyes, she could feel the memories that had made her leave this town trying to resurface. Rule could hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants, the feeling of his slowly pushing her dress up making her scream aloud. "Shut it!" he growled while punching her across the face, his hand clamping around Rules throat to cut off her oxygen supply. Her hand sluggishly reached out to try and push him, but he squeezed tightly on the hand she had her cast on. Rule closed her eyes as tightly as she could when he ripped her underwear off. It's my fault was what she thought to herself, thinking that she shouldn't have came. She shouldn't have took the drinks. Hell, Rule even thought she should've tried harder to end her life last time. Rule screamed for someone to help her inside of her head, knowing that if nobody did she would kill herself when she got home. Rule had barely survived the first rape, how could she make it through another?

But she didn't have to answer that question. Because right before he could put himself inside her the door busted open to reveal Veronica, Cheryl, Josie and the rest of the pussycats. "Get off her!" Josie yelled, the five girls rushing forward to kick Nicks ass. Cheryl eventually rushed to Rules side after getting a good punch in. The redheaded girl helped pull her underwear back up and her dress back down, hauling the girl from the room with help from the other girls while a beaten Nick stayed curled on the ground. Rule turned around to get one final look at him, pure anger written on her face. "Go to hell you son of a bitch." she spat before finally letting the drug drag her under the surface of blackness.