A Million And One Reasons Why I Hate Myself.

Nightmares become reality.

"D-don't touch me. I'll scream this time."

"Ha! Who is going to hear you? This is a party, you know. Who is going to believe you? I'm your brothers best friend!"

He's right.. who is going to hear me? Who is going to believe me?

I start backing up against the wall.. "P-please don't do this too me."

He grabs my waist and I flinch immediately. Flashbacks running through my mind. I try to hit him, but he slaps me before I can do anything.

"Stop being a little bitch. Be a woman, not a sorry excuse for one. Now, shut the fuck up, before you make things worse for yourself."

I take his threats seriously. How could I not? He has already ruined me as a person. Not to mention that he is over a foot taller than me, and very strong.

He throws me on the bed, just like he did in the alley. He slides my sweatpants down slowly, and presses his cold lips against my body during the process. I'm scared to scream, to even say anything. What am I supposed to do?

I decide to just close my eyes in hope it will speed up time.

Once again, I feel his body move in and out of mine. I feel the tearing of my vaginal walls. I feel a warm liquid drip down my legs. I feel the tears build up in my eyes.

Not even a few seconds after he is finished, Max is at my door. With his eyes wide open, and his jaw dropping, he tells his "best friend" to leave and runs downstairs to tell everyone that the party is now over.

After everyone is out of the house, he returns to my room. I'm sure he can tell that I have been crying. You know, you have the bloodshot red eyes, the rosy cheeks, the runny nose. Stuff like that.

"Why was Kyle in your room with you? Why were you two alone? What were y'all doing?" he asks with a concerned look on his face.

I want to just yell it out to him, I want to get it over with. But I can't. It seems impossible.

"Nothing." I respond.