The party was busy as usual, but something was different about this one. Something just didn't feel right to me, I had an awful feeling in the pit of my stomach and I was pretty sure it wasn't just from the alcohol I had consumed that night. I made my way through the crowds of people and up the stairs at Bucks, looking for my boyfriend, Mikey. Mikey was part of Tim Shepards gang, and we had been going out for a few months now. My brothers didn't like him too much, well actually nobody in the gang did, but I liked him and that's what counted.

I walked down the long hallway, flipping open the doors to all the rooms, some of the sights blinding me. People should be more aware to the fact that there are actually locks on the doors. I got cussed out by some people and simply flipped them the bird, before slamming the door shut.

When I opened the door to the next room I felt my heart crumble. Mikey, was in bed with Angela Shepard, the girl who was supposed to be my best friend. Tears filled my eyes as they sprung apart and Angela pulled the sheet up to cover her chest. Mikey jumped out of the bed and pulled his boxers up to cover his junk.

I still couldn't speak, too in-shock to say anything. He grabbed my wrist and yanked my out of the room into the one across the hall, slamming the door behind him. He turned to me and I was surprised because instead of seeing the sorry look I had expected to see, I saw anger. He leaned closer to me and then I could smell the whiskey on his breath.

Mikey, he could drink anything really. Except whiskey. Whiskey was the one alcohol Mikey couldn't drink, or else his angry side would come out, his violent side, and anyone he was around when he was angry, was a goner. In my case, I was dead meat.

"Why'd you do that, huh?" He spat, moving closer to me and pressing my body against the door.

"Do what?" I asked, trying my best not to let my composure crumble.

"You jealous bitch, always getting in the way of my fun," His grip on my arm was starting to hurt. "I'll teach you not to cross me ever again."

He threw me on the bed and I couldn't scream, his mouth was on mine so fast I couldn't process it. He shoved his tongue into my mouth and his hands roamed my body. I tried to push him off, but that only made him angrier. Mikey raised his hand and hit me in the face, causing it to burn in pain. Now I was making it my mission to get out of this room, away from him. I wasn't about to lose my virginity.

I remembered one thing Soda had told me would get a guy down in a fight. I lifted my leg and kneed him hard where it hurt and he howled in pain, giving me the opportunity to scramble off of the bed and towards the door. I reached for the handle but felt a tug on my hair and I was thrown across the room.

"STOP!" I screamed as loud as I could, hoping someone, anyone, would come to my rescue. This made Mikey hit my again but this time he didn't stop, he just kept swinging at my face. I spat out blood in his eyes causing him to roar in anger. He pinned me on the bed and managed to rip my shirt from my body, his hands groping my breasts.

I screamed again as loud as I could, making my throat go raw.

"Shut up, stupid whore!" Mikey yelled at me, punching my ribs. I let out a struggled yelp.

I was shaking, I was so scared. He slid my pants down to my knees and at this point I had stopped struggling for all it had caused me was more pain. I cried as he started to feel around my body more, I felt violated and gross. My innocence was about to be ripped away from me and I had no say.

As Mikey pulled down his boxers I screamed one more time, praying to god it would attract someone's attention.

The door flew open so hard it hit the wall and made the whole room shake.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" I looked up to see who my guardian angel was an recognized them quickly.

"Get the fuck off of her, man!" It was none other then a now very angry, Dallas Winston.