Chapter 15

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(Nikki's POV)

I'm starting to get worried about Eva. She's been going out to random clubs and getting drunk.

And God knows what else she was doing with these complete strangers.

I tried to talk to her about getting help with her problem, but she keeps saying that  she's not an alcoholic.

All I could do was pray to God that Eva would see that this wasn't the right answer.

(Eva's POV)

I was at a night club, drinking, when a guy came up to me.

Guy; Hey, you wanna dance?

Me; Sure.

We walked to the dancefloor and started dancing.

He kept getting me drinks and I drunk all of them.

"Let's go to my house".

"Okay"

We walk to his car and he drove to his car.

When we got to his room, i sat on his bed.

He came up behind me and started kissing my neck.

"No, stop" i said.

He kept kissing my neck, so i pushed him off and got up off the bed.

"I said stop".

He grabbed me by the waist and pushed me on the bed.

I was kicking and screaming but he covered my mouth with his hand.

He ripped my dress of and kissed continued kissing my neck.

My screams were muffled so no one could here me.

"SHUT UP" he yelled in my ear.

Tears started to roll down my cheeks. After a few moments, everything went black.

I woke up in a hospital bed.

I looked and seen Marc fast asleep in the chair.

I seen bruises and dried blood on my arms.

Marc woke up a few minutes later.

"Hey Eva, how are you feeling"?

"What happened"?

"Some idiot raped you".

"It hurts".

"Okay, I'll go get the nurse".

He ran out of the room and came back with a nurse. She gave me some painkillers to help.

"Where's Nikki"? i ask.

"At home".

"Marc"?

"What"?

"Do you love me"?

"Yes, I would give my life to be with you. I love you Eva".

"I love you too".

"Really"?

I shook my head.

He had the biggest smile on his face.

He leaned over me and tried to kiss me, but I turned my head, remembering all the bad things that happened to me.

"Sorry".

"It's fine. You could hold my hand if you want".

He held my hand. I felt all warm inside again. I missed that feeling.

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