Blood Orders

The Assault

Vivian

    I get up from my nap to look at the calendar remembering it is Wednesday. I sit up looking out the window on the left side of my bed, which sits in the middle of the room. Gazing out at the sun setting in the distance over the pine trees that settle together just a few feet away from our house. I smile softly to myself at how beautiful it all looks. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a note from on my nightstand. It’s from my mom. The note reads, “I’m leaving you and Lucy here by yourselves while I attend to some business. I should return sometime late tomorrow.”

    Lucy, having done so every time mom leaves on a business trip, has decided to have a party. She insisted on me being at this one and that “no” was not going to work this time. I looked down at the short crimson red dress and high heels, which reminded me of blood, Lucy had handed me saying I have to at least look cute if I was going to get any guys’ attention tonight. I sighed, rolling my eyes while smiling at my sister's words. She did not say it out loud, but I know she was only doing this because she thought I needed to have some sort of a good time before I left.

     I started making my way down the stairs, hearing the sound of music blaring which was accompanied by laughter and chatting of people throughout the whole first floor of the house. I slowly made my way through the crowd toward the kitchen to get something to drink. Once in the kitchen, I saw a few people scattered about some talking to each other, while others were just scrolling on their phone with a red cup in their other hand or sitting near them.

    I made my way over to the island that currently has coolers filled with ice and bottles of assorted alcoholic drinks. My sister always had a thing for hard drinks ever since her twenty-first birthday last year; however, I never really liked them or what they did to people. I shrugged my shoulders deciding to grab a bottle of water that was sitting on the counter next to the cooler with a note next to it saying “for Viv” sometimes I'm glad my sister knows me so well. I smile making my way toward the corner of the kitchen that was currently uninhabited. Once I got there I sat on the countertop next to the sink before opening up my water bottle.

    It’s now almost midnight. I'm sitting on the couch watching everyone around me. Some people have passed out from drinking or are so drunk they probably could not stand even if they tried. I look out at everyone on the dance floor grinding on their dance partners to the rhythm of the erotic song that was playing. I turn my attention from the dancefloor to random couples around the room in heated make-out sessions either on furniture or some random spot in the room.

    The smell of sweat, alcohol, and arousal is in the air as the party continues with no signs of stopping anytime soon. I feel someone tap me on my shoulder bringing me back to reality. I move my gaze from somewhere unknown to the stranger. It's a guy who looked about six feet tall while I stood at five-eight in heels. He was well built with a sharp jawline, golden blond hair, and striking green eyes. He smiled at me showing off his blindingly white smile before he kindly asked me to dance. I accepted.

    We start making our way to a part of the dancefloor that is not as crowded while everyone else seems too interested in their partner to care. The more we dance the more I realize just how drunk the stranger is, so I excuse myself walking toward the stairs thinking about calling it a night.

     I arrive at my room only to be slammed up against the door by the guy I just left. He forcefully starts kissing me while opening the door to my room. Once we are in the room he closes the door with his foot and throws me on my bed. He slowly stalks over to me with lust and desire written all over his face.

    I back up against the headboard trying to put some distance between us, but he just keeps getting closer and closer until he is on top of me kissing me again except this one is rougher. I start kicking, punching, and screaming hoping someone will hear, but my scream is muffled by the kiss. He puts his hands around my neck before pulling away from the kiss for air. I tried to scream again, but I barely made a sound as my windpipe started feeling like it was being crushed.

    I feel his one hand leave my neck before I feel him start trying to take my panties off of me putting me in a greater state of panic. I start thrashing around violently as my vision starts to fade. I claw at his hand hoping to get air back into my lungs so I can fight him more, but I feel myself completely lose consciousness right when I hear my door slam open.

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Yay, I finally finished chapter 3! Don't hate me for the cliffhanger and don't forget to tell me what you guys think of the book so far.