"Sean, stop!" Hanna Marin giggled loudly, as Sean Ackard, her boyfriend, trailed kisses down her neck.
It was midnight, pitch black outside, and Hanna had snuck out to see Sean. Hanna's mom didn't like him, the way he smoked, drank, swore, and was always saying the most inappropriate things, so she forbid her to see him. But Hanna's reckless tendencies overtook her and she went against her mother's wishes.
But tonight was a little different. Sean was a little rowdier, a little grabbier, and a lot hornier.
Sean forced her body toward the hard wood of the tree and hungrily shoved his tongue down her throat, pressing hard kisses on her mouth. His eyes were as fierce as wolf's and his hands were currently roaming covetously among her upper torso. His body mashed against hers and she cried out in pain.
"Sean, seriously! Stop!" she winced, trying to push his body off unsuccessfully. Her expression grew pleading and frightened. She panicked, feeling his grip get tighter with each struggled move. Her voice strained with every sob for help.
"Stop pushing," Sean growled, constraining Hanna from escaping his holds. He pinned her wrist against the tree trunk and closed her mouth with more kisses. Sean's hand wandered under her shirt and searched for the bra clasp, his fingers clumsily trying to unhook it as Hanna's struggles became stronger. Hanna winced from the hard hands pushing her wrists.
"Help!" her muffled sobs escaped his force enough to scream.
"Shut up, you little slut!" as Sean raised his hand to slap her. Before he could, blinding lights flashed in front of their faces, causing Sean to stumble back confusedly.
"Are you two allowed to be out this time of night in the woods?" asked a deep, familiar voice.
"Sorry, we were just hanging…out here…. We'll leave," Sean responded lamely, his breathing slow and heavy, scared he might get caught. Hanna whimpered quietly, her scared eyes locking with the man's.
It was Darren Wilden, the detective for Rosewood. Hanna had only seen him around town a few times, usually when he was doing investigative work for cases. She rarely had interaction with him, only once when he smiled at her as he was doing his weekly jog down the neighborhood. Aria, Emily and Spencer, her three best friends, had joked around about his grin at Hanna, but that was it. Other than that, he was just another stranger in the town.
"Really? Well, I suggest you," Wilden shone the flashlight in Sean's face, "get out of here before I call your parents. Sean… Ackard, is it? The neighborhood runt that always vandalizes the police station?" Wilden paused and smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow morning at your house."
Sean widened his eyes at Darren like a little child that had just gotten in trouble for drawing on the walls and ran in the opposite direction.
"Now you," he looked in Hanna, her arms folded uncomfortably, and streaks of black mascara smeared all over her face, "you can ride with me. C'mon." Darren took a step towards Hanna slowly, holding out his hand. She hesitated before latching onto his arm and following him towards his cop car. He opened the door and gently ushered her in the passenger seat before taking his own place at the driver's wheel.
Hanna forced back hiccups and she adjusted herself in the seat beat as Wilden drove the way to her house.. He looked at her with a concerned expression, his hand wavering over hers before placing it softly on top.
"Are you okay? Did he do anything?" Darren asked gently.
Hanna shook her head, little hiccups escaping every once in a while, tears stinging her eyes.
"Anytime you want to talk…"
"D-Darren?" Hanna hiccupped, turning her head to look at him.
"Yeah?"
Hanna burst into tears. She tried to wipe them away, but they kept streaming down her face like water falls.
Darren pulled aside to the curb of her house before pushing back her golden locks. His hand reached out, trying to calm her as he stroked her cheek. "I swear I will try to do what I can to make you feel safe again. I'm so sorry, Hanna. He won't go near you again."
"Thank you… Darren," she managed, brushing off tears, finally looking up to meet Darren's gaze. She found something oddly comforting staring into entrancing his greenish-blue eyes. She felt safe.
On impulse, her lips pressed on his, and before she knew it, he was kissing back. She pulled away with a startled expression, realizing what she had just done.
Maybe she was just feeling vulnerable and cold and afraid and here was this nice guy, taking care of her and not just grinding on her or calling her "baby." He was there for her, with open arms. When was the last time that happened?
All she knew was that she had to get out of the car, fast.
