Chapter 8

*The next day*

As I came down the corridor, everyone looked at me and whispering could be heard. I glanced at them, perplexed. 'What were they chatting about now?' I wondered.

Samantha and her buddies suddenly encircled me. "What the hell, slut. What's the deal with the rumours about you and Liam? Couldn't you just take a break? It's just been a few months after your last one, so why are you having another? That also with Liam, my crush!" Samantha yelled and tried to slap me out of rage.

I gripped her hand. But then I felt a cramp and my hands rushed to my stomach. She attempted smacking me again, this time succeeding, since my face was uncovered. I tripped slightly.

Following that, I got little glimpses of hands and legs slamming into me until I heard a voice.

"What's going on here?" Liam yelled down the corridor. Samantha came to a halt and fixed her gaze on him.

As Liam neared, the whispers got louder. "Scram!" Liam yelled as everyone went away. "Lia-" "What are you waiting for?" Liam interrupted Samantha. Scram!" Liam yelled louder than usual, his veins visible. Samantha flinched and moved away slowly.

"Hey," Liam said in a more relaxed tone. I gave him a tiny smile, but it quickly disappeared when I observed what he was wearing. He was dressed in the green hoodie with the letter 'L' embossed on it. I started having flashbacks, and I realised why that hoodie seemed so familiar.

I jerked up and shoved him away before fleeing, weeping.

I dashed to my locker and waited for the base to come off. I slid inside after making sure no one was around.

*About a couple months ago*

I was completing my homework in my room when I received a text from Ariana.

Ariana- Do you want to come to a party tonight?

Me- Sure

Ariana - Okay, I'll pick you up at 7 p.m.

Me- Ok

It was an hour after I complete my homework before Ariana was supposed to arrive.

I walked inside my closet and sorted through my clothing. I chose a pair of black shorts, a black crop top, and red heels. I applied smokey black eye shadow and scarlet lipstick for my makeup. I curled my hair to complete the entire look.

When I completed my hair, I received a text from Ariana informing me that she had arrived.

As I stepped out the door, I found Ariana dressed in a tight black leather dress with heavy makeup.

"Are you ready to party?" asked Ariana enthusiastically.

"Yes! You look absolutely stunning, by the way," I added.

"Thank you. You too. I can't wait to meet some guys," Ariana remarked, wiggling her brows.

"I know you are, and I wish Emma could join us," I responded.

"You won't be alone," Ariana assured.

"But it would be great if all three of us were there," I grumble.

"I know, but Emma is out of town." So it's just the two of us. Let's go. "Ariana says.

"Ok."

*****

When we got at the party, the music was so loud that the ground shook. And the scent of liquor and smoke was so overwhelming that it burned my nostrils.

We stepped in and were immediately offered drinks, which we accepted.

I made the decision to dance while Ariana was flirting with a guy. Suddenly, some guy began grinding on me while I was on the dance floor. I turned around and found a tall, brown-haired, blue-eyed man wearing a mask that covered his face. I slapped him, and he looked at me nonchalantly.

"What are you up to?" I inquired.

"Loosen up a bit, I was just having some fun," he added, holding a shot out for me. I took it from his hands and down it in a matter of seconds. He gave me a wicked look and brought me two more drinks, which I consumed.

Later, he dragged me onto the dance floor, and we began dancing frantically. Despite the fact that I didn't know him, I was having a good time.

Suddenly, he attempted to grind on me once more, but I stepped back and told him I'm not interested. He merely walked away with a smirk after my response.

****

I entered a bedroom filled with awards while looking for the bathroom. Finally, I saw the entrance to the bathroom. When I returned to the room after finishing my business, I discovered the same man from before standing just in front of the door.

"What are you doing in here?" I asked.

"This is my room; I suppose the bigger question is, what are you doing in my room?" He said, raising one eyebrow as he locked the bedroom door and switched off the lights.

"I was seeking for the bathroom; now let me out!" I said angrily at him.

He took a few steps towards me, bending in close to my ear, and whispered , "I will. But not now." He pushed me up against the wall while I attempted to shove him away, but I was too frail.

He had gotten me trapped up against the wall. His body pressed tight on mine, holding my wrists with one hand over my head.

Before he attacked my lips, I sensed him removing his mask. I shifted my head to the side to urge him to stop kissing my neck, but he simply continued.

"Stop!" I shouted, but there was no hope. Nobody could hear me because the music was so loud.

He had a firm grasp on my butt, and I tried to kick him where it hurts, but he pushed my knee down and slapped me. I sobbed in agony.

"Don't do it again; I'll hit you much harder the next time," he warned.

He yanked my shorts down. "Please don't do this," I begged, tears streaming down my face.

He took his pants off, dragged me to his bed, and pinned me down. He thrusted himself into me while I weeped even more.

After he cummed, he put on his pants and tossed my clothes to me. He then walked out the door, leaving me sobbing.

I put on my clothes and caught a glimpse of his hoodie on the ground before departing his house as quickly as I could without notifying Ariana. I took a stroll home. When I arrived, I took a lengthy, steamy shower.

My parents were on a business trip, so I was not worried about having a company.

When I got out, I looked in the mirror and start weeping.

I got into bed, still weeping, and attempted to sleep. I pictured him pinning me down on the bed whenever I closed my eyes. It had turned into a nightmare for me.