My broken life

Diana's P.O.V

We're on our way home, and im shaking. Novac kept looking at me weirdly. His son tried to warn me..he knew..i shouldve listened.

"Remember, when you're drunk you cant control your powers." Anna bites her lip, looking me up and down.
"Im not gonna drink Anna, just lay off." I slam the front door and run to my car, high heels clicking. I dont know why i bother taking the car, i know im going to be so drunk that theres honestly no way ill be driving home.
I hold the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white and then i glance back at the house. Anna's in the doorway, arms crossed over her chest, watching me. Thats when i start up the car and drive off as fast as possible.

Its a relatively popular club. I flash my ID to the guy at front. He shakes his head slightly but i use my magic quickly. He nods immediately, ignoring the people in the queue, groaning and complaining.
I walk in, slightly dazed by the loud music and flashing lights. I push through the crowd of people and sit on a red swivelly chair near the bar.
"Vodka." I say to the bar man. He looks me up and down, his eyes lingering on my boobs. I snap my fingers.
"Er, excuse me. My face is up here, now can i have a vodka?" He shrugs and heads over to get me a bottle.
"Hey princess." I flinch. A guy sits down in the chair beside me and as soon as i recognize who he is im already getting up. He grabs my wrist and pulls me down. He smiles polietly and takes my drink from the bar man.
"There you go." I look at it in his out stretched hand. Grossed out. Hes way older than me. I take the drink and pour it over his head. For a second nothing happens. Of course, the people are still dancing and the music is still on full blast but nothing happens between us. We're both shocked to what i just did. But then, in the dark, my drink dripping down his chin..he looks kinda sexy. Novac starts laughing and its contagious. I forget about him being years older than me. I sit on his lap and feel him tense. I hate it. I hate him looking at me like that. Like im a stupid horny 18 year old.
I use my magic, only slightly, and feel him relax.
"Get me another drink..Novac." i whisper in his ear. Its so loud here im not sure if he heard..but he does. He asks the bar man for a drink and then he  pulls me closer to his chest.
I drink the drink he gives me, ignoring the weird taste it leaves in my mouth. I was used to vodka. It never tasted like this.
From then on things are slightly blurry. I dont remember much.
I do remember several things. I remember pressing my lips against Novacs, feeling his strong arms around me. I remember him leading me through the crowd, me feeling dizzy with excitement. I remember climbing into the back of his car, him laying me down. I remember trying to push him away, but my magic wasnt working. It wasnt repulsing him. I remember my hand in his hair, my lips against his again, feeling warm and tingly inside. Then i remember fear. His hands on my body, my dress coming off. I remember crying. I remember begging. I remember feeling tired and exhausted. I remember letting him do whatever he wanted. Then all that is left is silence.

I dont know where im going.
Mascara stains my cheek, my dress is ripped, the heel of my heels has broken and im left holding the shoes in my hand, staggering. My blistered feet on the concrete. Ive lost my bag. Meaning i have no money or my phone. I dont know where my car is. Im also pretty sure my lipstick is smudged across my cheek. There are no people. There are no cars. Im alone. I stop and slide down a brick wall. I stay there. Close my eyes and wish for death.
I remember waking up, rain pouring down. Im shivering and its really dark. Im on the floor, my clothes now wet and dirty. I stand up and sway on my feet. I look around. I know where i am. I start walking, ever so slowly, heart beating. I turn a corner and see our house up ahead. Thats when i break down. I start sobbing. I sink to the ground and sob. Father has left us. My mother is crazy. I have a child. Nova is my beautiful young little sister, so much stronger than me. Oh and Anna. Anna who wants the best for me.
I feel a hand shaking me, hands around me, someone crying into my shoulder.
"Oh Diana..oh my sweet little Diana." Anna keeps repeating into my hair, hugging me close, rocking me back and forth.