I arrived at his house at about 9:00pm.
His parents weren't home and he was already bloody drunk, i knocked on the door and was immediatly met with his face.
His usual brown eyes were almost red and his auburn hair was tossled and messy. His red eyes looked me up and down,
"Ho-how you doing?¿"
He said trying not to fall over or drop the half empty bottle in his hands.
I sighed impatiently.
"I thought you said you were going to be sober tonight Christian."
He lusty expression twisted and his eyebrows knitted together.
I had angered him.
I quickly leaned in to kiss him hoping it would distract him.
It worked, he put his bottle down and picked me up slamming me up against the nearest wall and using his foot to slam the still open door. He began to makeout with me and i could feel his rough hands making they're way up my shirt towards my bra.
I kneed him gently in the side, telling him not to go there. But his clutch only tightens and he pins me harder against the wall, his hands going higher and higher up my waist.
"Stop! Stop!"
I say, desperatly trying to fight against his strength but failing miserably. His strength pinning my small weak arms to the cracking drywall.
"Christian stop!!!! Stop!! I said stop!!!"
I flail my legs in an attempt to kick him but my body fails and i hang my head down trying to catch my breath. I can't breath for long though because his lips attack mine, the smell of whisky seeping into my mouth then straight to my nose.
I am helpless against his strength.
My heart is beating so fast and hard i can hear it slamming in and out of my chest, his lips are still attacking mine and i am so frozen with fear i cannot physically look away.
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I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THIS BUT I WROTE THIS CHAPTER LIKE 5EVER AGO BUT I'LL PUBLISH IT ANYWAY CUZ FRICK DE POPO BRAH
