The room was dark and smelled of bleach. Rose couldn't move for the man sitting on top of her. She didn't understand why he was doing this, what had she done to deserve this punishment. She continued to struggle against the weight on top of her, tears spilling down her face as he penetrated her over and over again. She prayed that it would be over soon as she thought back to an hour ago when everything had been completely normal, when everything had been right.

She was hanging out with Phil, his brother Michael, and their parents, just as she had every September for as long as she could remember. The Lester's visited Florida every year, and they had always rented her parent's beach house. When her parents were going through their divorce shortly after her birth, she stayed at the beach house with the Lester's and she continued to stay with them anytime they visited. Phil, who was 26 to her 18 years, had practically raised her. Making sure he saw her anytime he was in America, sometimes bringing his friend Dan, who was 22, with him when they came from England. She loved seeing Phil and his parents, but she had always been wary of Michael; something about him just didn't seem quite right. This September was the first visit when Phil wasn't able to come, which greatly saddened Rose, but she still came to visit the family for the day. She had just started school, so she wasn't able to stay for too long, but she was able to come to dinner the last Friday that they were going to be there. After a lovely spaghetti dinner, Rose's favorite, she helped with the dishes then got her things ready to walk back to campus. As she was about to leave, Michael, who was 24, offered to walk back with her because it was nearly dark. She agreed reluctantly. They were almost to her dorm room when she felt a sharp object being pushed into her spine.

"Do exactly as I say," Michael whispered into her ear, "or I will kill you."

She nodded her head, fear taking over her body.

"When we get inside, you will take me to the nearest janitor's closet. Do you understand?" he cooed sickly into her ear.

Unable to speak, she nodded her head again. Opening the door to the dorms, she turned right and led him to the closet at the end of the hall. She quietly opened the door, making sure that there was no one around. Michael pushed her inside, closing the door behind them. The room was pitched into darkness. He reached out and grabbed her, pulling her close to him, kissing her so hard it hurt. She tried to cry out, but she found herself unable to as Michael pushed her down, knocking the air out of her lungs.

He tore at her shirt, ripping apart the buttons. Then, taking a breast in each hand began kissing her again. She struggled to free herself, but wasn't nearly as strong as Michael and couldn't even turn her head to face a different direction. Michael then pulled her skirt up, pulled her underwear off, exposing her nakedness underneath. He smiled down at her as unzipped his pants and pulled himself out.

He leaned closer to her whispering, "try not to scream in pleasure." Chuckling, he drove himself inside of her. She clenched her teeth, letting only a whimper of pain out, afraid of what he would do if she screamed. Tears welled up in her eyes and began to spill over onto her face as her continued to take her against her will. She didn't understand why he was doing this, what had she done to deserve this punishment. After what seemed like forever, he came inside of her, making her squirm at the feeling of the warm liquid that now filled her. Michael pulled himself out quickly, again causing a sheet of pain to fall over her.

"Now," he said quietly, holding the knife up to her throat, "You aren't going to tell anyone about this. Understand? If you do, you will be destroying my family. You will be destroying Phil, and we wouldn't want that would we?" he said with an evil smile.

I couldn't breathe, Michael was going to get away with this because he was right, she couldn't possibly tell the Lester's. Phil would be devastated. She was about to agree to his demands not to tell anyone when the door to the closet opened and the bright light of the hallway poured into the small room.

The janitor stood there, taking in the scene. He quickly understood what had happened, seeing it written clear as day on Rose's face. He took his mop and hit Michael over the head with the handle, knocking him unconscious. He then took the knife from Michael's hand and put it on his cart.

"Are you alright?" he asked Rose.

"No," she answered, sobbing into her hands.

"I'm going to call the police and then can you give me a number that I can call to get ahold of your family?"

She nodded, unable to speak through the sobs. Phil was never going to speak to her again after this, he was her best friend, but now after this, after getting his brother arrested, and very likely getting him sent to jail, he would never want to see her again.

"Alright ma'am, the police are on their way, now who can I call for you?" the janitor asked quietly, trying to comfort Rose.

"Call Mr. and Mrs. Lester," she said, handing him her phone, "They'll know what to do." She supposed that she should have called her own parents, but she hadn't spoken to them in almost two years now, and didn't see any reason to start. They had abandoned her. It was over between them.

"They are on their way now," the janitor said, pulling her out of her thoughts.

"Thank you," Rose said, truly thankful for everything he had done for her so far. He nodded and then walked to the front doors of the building to give her some space.