Living With the Player

Chapter 5: Regretful Choices

      It has been a week since I last spoke to Eric. Ever since the night of the party he has been ignoring me and dodging me. I guess he took my threat seriously and realized that I don't have an interest in sleeping with him at all. But it kind of makes me upset that he won't talk to me. Woah, slow down Ally. You can't like the player. He only wants sex. I thought to myself as I walked out of school ready for the weekend.

      Hannah has convinced me into going to another party tonight. I dont feel like going because I have a feeling something horrible is going to go down tonight, but I have no idea what it could be. I arrived at Hannah's and made my way upstairs to start getting ready. I didn't feel like dressing up but Hannah insisted. I threw on a black dress that stopped above mid thigh and hugged my curved perfectly and straightened my hair and threw on little make up. I was not looking forward to tonight.

       Several minutes later we arrived at a huge mansion that has several cars parked in front of it and the music was blaring. I looked around to see if Eric's camero was anywhere in sight but unfortunately it wasn't. Why am I disappointed? I quickly shook the thought out of my head and continued into the house. Hannah and I quickly found John in the kitchen and Hannah went straight to him while I grabbed us a beer. Before I could hand Hannah her drink, she was already in a full blown make out session with John against the wall. Great. I thought as I went and found a seat and started to drink my beer. This is not how I wanted my night to go.

       After about 3 beers, I was ready to go home because I felt a buzz. I tried to find Hannah but failed. So I just decided to walk home. It was already midnight and it was chilly out and I had no jacket. I started to walk home and heard footsteps behind me. I stopped and turned around and saw a man walking behind me and I thought nothing of it and kept walking. I heard the footsteps getting closer and closer and I soon began to run. I felt a hard pull on my hair and I was pulled to the ground. My back was now hurting like a bitch. "Well, well. Why is a pretty thing like you walking around out here all alone at this time of the time?" The man was know on top of me and I couldn't move at all. He had a mask on and a black jacket so I couldn't recognize who it was. "Get off me! Help! Help!" I yelled as loud as I could, and I didn't realize that I was crying. "Shut up you stupid slut!" And i fist flew across my left eye. My eye was now swollen and throbbing with pain. "Help me! Help me!" I began to scream and cry louder and another hit was to my stomach. That was gonna leave a bruise.

         I tried and struggled to get him off of me but I wasn't accomplishing anything. He began to take his hand and run it up my thigh and under my dress. "Stop! Stop! Don't do this to me!" The sounds of my screams were deafening and terrifying. He started hitting my face again everywhere and then got up and started kicking my sides.

        I just laid there and took the pain. The amount of pain I was in made me think I was just going to lay there and die. Then he stopped abusing me as I heard a car pull up and he ran off. That was theblast thing I heard as I closed my eyes and blacked out thinking it was the end.