"Every time I'm drinking
Try to stop my thinking
About the things I've said and done
Stop the world from turning faster
Than I'm learning not to just hide and run
You won't understand."
Royal Blood - Blood Hands
The music was loud, almost ear shattering loud but Clary didn't mind, she kind of like the way it blocked out everything else and made her want to dance all night. What she didn't like was the touching, it seemed that every man there thought it was their right to put their hands on her, like she was their property. It put a sickening feeling in her stomach. The constant hands and fingers never seemed to stop.
She was dancing off to the side of the room and there was a boy who could not take a hint. His hands were on her hips, swaying with her. When she reached down to push them off they wouldn't budge, no matter how much forced Clay used he wouldn't let go of her. Slowly panic consumed her, freezing her.
After he saw that she had stopped pushing him away he pulled her closer, her hands went to his chest attempting to push him back but he overpowered her. Her eyes were wide and fear as she thought of other hands doing the same things to her. That thought sent her over the edge and she struck at him, but he caught her hand easily.
"Feisty aren't we?" He asked, his face moved closer to hers where she could feel his breath on her ear, "Wanna be mine tonight?" he whispered.
She was frozen unable to respond. She knew she needed to fight, to run. Her mind was screaming at her but it was also telling her not to fight back, that she was safer if she didn't fight back.
The boy kissed her taking her silence as consent and ignored her fearful expression. She didn't kiss him back or stop him from pushing her into the corner of the room. She was already lost to the memories.
He was kissing her neck.
He was yelling at her. She didn't know why and apparently her clueless face made him even more mad.
"You really are useless aren't you?!" He yelled and stalked towards her grabbing a fistful of her hair and slammed her into wall. He pulled her into his bedroom and practically threw her onto his bed.
She was slowly chanting to herself, "stop, stop, stop," she honestly didn't know who it was towards. Her memories or the boy trying to get his tongue in her mouth. Either way it wasn't working.