"I have it all," Beca thought as she watched her amazing girlfriend, Chloe, dance with the rest of her friends.
She was a Bella. She was a part of something and she had friends, but even better she had Chloe.
Chloe looked over to her and they're eyes connected.
"Gorgeous." Chloe almost said it out loud. Beca stood off to the side staring lovingly at her. Beca. Even her name was amazing. Chloe couldn't take her eyes off her. Beca's wavy brown hair hung down, laying gently on her slender shoulders. She was wearing a flowy sleeveless blue blouse and black skinny jeans which showed off her excellent body. Not in a slutty way, but a mysterious way.
Beca knew she had Chloe's attention and with a sly smirk walked off into a private room, knowing Chloe would follow her.
They met up and without saying a word leaned into each other and started kissing.
For Chloe it made her feel strong which is something she normally thought she wasn't.
For Beca it made her feel complete which was more then she could ever ask for.
With the lights in the room dimmed, the party music in floating through the air mixed with both the girls feelings toward each other the kiss deepened.
Beca made a move to try and take Chloe's shirt off.
"Beca." Chloe said, stopping the passionate kiss.
"I'm just not ready."
"Okay. Thats totally fine."
Beca wasn't upset about Chloe not being ready. Chloe was smart and wanted to wait for the perfect moment. Beca understood and was fine with that, as long as the perfect moment was with her.
They continued to kiss.
Once both needed a drink and some air they rejoined the party.
Beca yawned.
"Hey Chlo, I'm really tired. I'm gonna go back to my dorm."
"Alright, goodnight."
Chloe gave Beca a quick kiss.
Her and Chloe had kissed many times, but every time felt like the first. Amazing, beautiful, magical.
"I love you." Chloe added sweetly.
"I love you too."
Beca left.
Chloe watched her leave, admiring her every move.
Once Beca was out of sight, Chloe went back to the dance floor.
Beca could see her dorm from where she was at. She was really tired and she sighed with relief.
Suddenly there was a hand covering her mouth and dragging her into an alley. She started kicking and screaming, but it had no effect on whoever was covering her mouth and holding her slightly above the ground.
He had her. Finally he'll have his turn. This was great! Her fighting just made him hard. Her short, skinny legs rubbing, moving against his own.
Bumper slammed her against the wall then turned her so she was facing him. When she realized who he was the fear she once showed turned to anger.
"Jessie can you give me a hand here?"
Jessie came out of the shadows and pointed a gun at Beca's head with a sick, develish smile on. The look of fear came back.
"Now Beca I'm going to make this fast alright. Okay, lets go. Jessie start recording."
Jessie, with one hand still holding the gun, took out a camera.
Beca now started to cry. No, not cry, but sob. Sobs that shook her whole body and almost made Jessie stop Bumper from what he was about to do. Almost.
Bumper quickly undid his pants and took out his member. He then pulled off Beca's pants and underwear despite her muffled begging.
Quickly Bumper slammed into her again and again and again.
Beca couldn't believe this was happening. She had heard about girls being raped, but it never seemed real. Like it could never happen to her.
But now, as all she felt was the extreme pain of Bumper ramming into her, the humiliation of Jessie recording it, and the cool, wet feeling of the blood dripping between her legs, Beca knew it was real. Very real. Too real.
Bumper was about to cum. He felt it and picked up his pace.
Jessie couldn't look at Beca's face. He barely knew the girl, but still felt bad for her. She looked like she in so much pain. He didn't understand why. It was just sex.
Finally, Bumper pulled out. Without saying a word him and Jessie fled the scene.
Beca sank down the wall Bumper had been holding her against, her legs too tired and in too much pain to continue to hold her up.
Beca was barely able to keep her eyes open.
She could still see her dorm.
If only she had stayed at the party. If only she had walked faster, fought harder, screamed louder, she could've gotten away.
But she didn't.
Because of that she was raped.
She was raped and it was her own fault.
With that thought Beca finally closed her weary eyes and fell asleep.