A/N : New Story that's been bouncing around in my head for a while now, enjoy!

I straighten my dress, take a deep breath, and then step out of the bathroom. The red cup my hand clutches nearly slips from my grip as I catch sight of him, standing, lurking in one of the darker corners of whoever's bedroom this is.

I know him, but I've never spoken to him before. Everyone knows him. And he creeps me out. The way he's staring at me is doing nothing but solidify all my pre-conceived opinions of him, and I want nothing more than to get out of this room, and as far away from him as I possibly can.

The loud bass from the party is filling the house, leaking through even to this bedroom, all the way at the top of the house.

My mouth is dry, and my eyes are wary as I watch him, leaning against the wall with that ever present cocky grin on his face.

I smiled awkwardly at him, showing no teeth, before locking my eyes with the door and walking, wobbling, over to the fixation of my stare, my cheeks tinging red as I stumble slightly.
But before I can fall, there's a body behind me, a grip on my elbow, steadying me. The hand on my arm is warm, slightly sweaty, I pull my arm forward gently and continue towards the door, the forced smile still fixed on my face.

'Babe, where you going?' his voice is soft, but not comforting, it's creepy, almost.

I tilt my head a little, purposely keeping the door in my sights, as I reply.
'Oh, um, I need a drink. Dry throat.' I cough pointedly, before taking another step.

The grip reappears on my elbow.
'I can fix your dry throat' he whispers, his hot breath tickling my neck as he leans in.
I laugh awkwardly, throwing him another tight smile.
'Yeah?' he asks, smirking.
'N-No' I shake my head thoroughly, and attempt to take yet another step towards the door, my breath catching in my throat when I realise he's not going to let go.

'G-Get off, um, please' I ask in my nicest possible voice, hoping he'll blink, smile charmingly and release my arm.

Even I am not that naïve.

'Aah. Bella,' he sighs my name, and I cringe at the sound. 'You think you can walk around school, teasing me, taunting me with your knee high socks, and expect me not to react? Tut tut, Bella, I thought you were smarter than that'

I finally find my voice, and bite back. 'Get off me. Now!'

I shake my arm from his reach, and quickly move to the door, my hand reaches out, grabs the handle, yanks the door towards me, and then-!

His heavy fist comes down on the side of the door, forcing it shut as he pushes my against it, turning me round to face him.

'Please.' I whisper, tears filling my eyes as he smirks down at me. His warm hand comes up to cover my mouth, and I begin to thrash and move against him, but still he doesn't move. The light catches his eyes, and I can see they're alive, my own terrified reflection reflecting off of them. Within seconds, my dress is pushed up around my waist, my panties are gone, and he's unbuckling his jeans.

I push against his chest, and then, finally the panic sets in, so I bite the fingers currently mashing my lips together, exhaling in relief when he rips his hand away.
My relief was short lived.

'You stupid slut!'

And then his hand in fisted in my hair, pulling me up to my tip toes. I scream as he thrusts into me, banging my arms against the door, hoping that someone, anyone will find me.

And all I can think about is how much it hurts.

His wet, sloppy tongue pushes into my mouth, and I can taste my tears mixing in with his alcohol residue as his hand leaves my hair and grip forearms tightly.

Random thoughts flurry through my mind, silencing me effectively, but I decide that I'm not going let him finish this.
I bite down on his tongue, hard enough to draw blood, and I nearly moan in relief as he jumps away from me, leaving me to slide down the door to my feet.

He steps up close to me, and roars at me. 'BITCH!'

I claw at his face, desperate to hurt him, like he's hurt me, but his hands grab my wrists and shoves me backwards painfully, my head smacking against the wall, hard.

We both stand there, silent for a few moments, apart from the quite sounds of our struggle, me pushing against his death grip as he stares down in my face, breathing heavily.

A voice outside the door sent my heart soaring.

'Is everything okay in there?' I seized my chance.
'Help! HELP ME! HEL-' I screech, my voice cutting off into a strangled gasp as two hands clasp round my neck and squeeze tight, immediately cutting off my air flow. My hands claw at his, but it's no use.

I feel my head begin to throb, and tears are clouding my vision, I weakly kick out with my legs, trying to find some leverage but it's not working.

Then, I hear a loud bang!, my throat's burning from lack of oxygen, and suddenly the hands squeezing my neck collapse away, and I watch the guy who did this to me, fall backwards, smacking his head off a bookshelf as he goes down, with a satisfying crack.

I greedily gulp in air, gingerly massaging my neck and, realising that I'm not alone, scramble to pull my dress down. Ridiculous as it is, after what's just happened, my cheeks are still burning red. I keep my eyes on the floor, not wanting to look at my…..well, my saviour.

'Are….' His low, clear voice breaks the silence after a few moments. 'Are you okay?' I slowly lift my head, and stare up at him.

He's, tall, muscly, with short brown curly hair and dimples. And I can tell from the look on his face that he won't hurt me, that he's one of the good guys, and immediately my eyes fill with tears.

At that, his expression softens even more, and he hastily swipes one massive hand through his curls. He eyes me carefully, and then, without saying a word, he crouches down, and opens his arms.

And I cry as I curl into this stranger's broad chest, clutching his arms as he holds me tight.

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