Unpredictable - Unbelievable

five.

A/N: This chapter is pretty mature and could be triggering for some. I'm sorry if it is but the next couple chapters will not be as descriptive/mature as this one.

The dance wasn't over until 12, and the clock in the staircase we walked up read 11, so the crisp autumn air felt much colder on my bare, pale skin. Goosebumps covered my arms, and I rubbed them to generate more heat as I looked off the second-story balcony, noticing the tall trees and how they stood no chance against the moon's bright light.

"You know September, you look like you're freezing. Let's just sit in the staircase instead," Derek offered, extending his hand for me to take it. Although I loved the view, my body was now numb by the wind, so I took his hand and he led me down the white brick hallway and into the fluorescent lit staircase.

We sat at the top, metal rods in front of us to help protect from falling off the side. Derek put his strong arm around my waist and pulled me closer.

"You," he said, "are undeniably gorgeous tonight," he told me with a grin on his face. He took my black hair and smoothed it behind my ear, and then kissed my cheek lightly, then going to my lips.

At first he was gentle, like he usually was, but then it went rough. He pushed further, as if he were hungry for not food, but me. I pushed back with my own lips, feeling as though it was fun and this was what normal couples did.

Derek grabbed my face lightly, and broke apart lightly to breathe.

"How about you and I make some beautiful things happen?" he asked me, grinning.

"Well, you know, I'm not really -." Before I had the chance to answer, his lips collided with mine and he started to kiss me once again.

"You know you want to," he said in between kissing me. I tried break away, but his hand was now on the back of my head,  keeping me pushed in.

"Derek!" I said as he grabbed my chest. He looked at me with surprise and disappointment in his face.

"What's wrong September?"

"I don't want to do this."

"Don't you love me? If you do, you will do this," he said flatly. He pulled me in close, hiking the skirt of the dress up and pulling down my underwear, despite my constant attempts to pull it back down.

"No," I tried to say, but it was muffled by his mouth on mine. He would touch my leg and I would slap his hand away, but it did not work as he just did it again and again.

I could here the sound of the zipper, and next thing I knew, he was on me. I tried to push him off in distress, but his weight and strength was too much for my small body.

My mouth tried to process a scream as he was getting as close as he could get, but his large hand covered it before I could get it out.

Pain shot through my body, and I knew it was too late. Although I tried hard to fight back, in the end all I could do was sit there staring at the blinking fluorescent light, wishing I was anywhere but here.

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okay so yeah. things are starting to get mature. i tried to make the scene both realistic but not too descriptive, so please no hate.

i want to just say that although in this story the guy is the abuser, that girls are capable of this too. many guys are great people who would never even think of doing this kind of thing, which you will see further in the story, so please no hate.

thanks for reading!

-d.