Hey :) This is my first Hellcats fic. I'm trying hard to stick to character even though it might seem a little out of character because of the circumstance. And also while this story does have a plot, it is open to adjustments...a.k.a it's not set in stone. If anyone has any suggestions along the course just shoot me a PM. That includes shippings...I'm not sure who Savannah, Marti, Dan, Lewis, Alice (anyone really) is going to end up with. They might not even end up with anyone, so suggestions are appreciated. While I do have a vague idea of the relationships included here, they too are not set in stone. I think I'm rambling...so anyways. I hope you like it so far...I have the next chapter already done and I'm about half way through the third chapter. I do not own Hellcats.

Chapter 1

Savannah heard the zipper. It sent fear through her veins. I'm so stupid, I don't want this. He was on top of her, one rude hand clamped tight over her mouth. Her back was pushed sharply against the door of the truck, the arm of the chair sticking into her side.

"Come on baby," he drawled as his free hand explored her hips.

Stop. Just stop!

The DJ slipped his hand into her shorts after ripping her belt off with both hands. Savannah was panting, almost too scared to react. Almost. She tried her best to knee him in the chest. What she ended up doing was pissing him off and getting shoved back against the seat. He climbed over and straddled her waist, angling the passenger seat back as far as it could go.

Savannah thought about screaming, she really did. But her cheek still stung from when he slapped her at the beginning of all this.

"Get off me!" I shouted. "Get off! Get off!" He pushed his way in between my legs and shoved his hips against mine. He laughed. I tried to hit him but every time I did he laughed harder. "Get off me!" I screamed. SMACK! My cheek felt like it was on fire. The slap of his knuckles against my skin made the hair on my arms stick up. "Don't scream. Don't even talk." He ripped my shirt off. Tore it in two by the little bit of fabric that buttoned together at the bottom. "Just let me do this."

He dragged his lips across her abdomen. He pulled her shorts down to her knees and groped her skin. Savannah shivered making him smile. He's a monster. A monster who was invading ever part of her body. Every part that was untouched. Hands snaked their way back up and squeezed her breasts through her bra. She quivered.

"Almost looks like you like me touching you."

He smirked.

Savannah gasped as he hooked his thumbs around her thong and pulled the clothing down. He pulled away her last barrier. Her last protection. Skin grazed against skin.

A heat rose in her cheeks. This is so wrong. Why can't someone help me?

"Clean cut," he said. "Yall must've been expecting someone." He whistled.

"No!" Savannah spat. "Stop!"

The DJ's elbow collided with her stomach. Savannah groaned.

"I told ya to stop talkin'!" he hissed.

He wrestled with her arms and held her wrists in one hand as he undid her bra with the other. I hate this. Please just make it stop. Savannah nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt his fingers slide over her most private part. She felt helpless.=

"Darlin'," he whispered, his breath hot on her skin. "I know you want this."

His fingers slid in deeper, grinding against her clit.

"Your body does anyways." He winked.

God please! Why is this happening to me?

She could feel his member poking against her thigh then. Her heart raced as she groaned in protest and tears started to blur her vision. What did I do? He pulled her bra off completely and pinched one of her nipples. I don't want this. Why is he saying my body does? How could I ever want this! I never asked! He eased his member out of its cage, his boxers. It rested, stiff, against her inner thigh. Savannah looked up at him. His eyes were glowing with lust and humor.

"Hope you're broken in," he said and gave her a smile. "Ya horny cheerleader." He tugged at the 'Cheer' necklace around her neck.

He slid into her. Savannah's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. She felt dead and disgusted and violated and sickly aware of him inside her. It was gone. Her virginity. He had just taken it. She grimaced as she felt the sharp pain and the warm liquid trickle out of her body. Tears slid down her cheeks. She struggled when he grabbed her wrists again and held them in an iron grip above her head. He started thrusting into her hard and she started to whimper. Savannah hated him. She hated him even more when he groped her left breast so hard she could feel the bruise forming. And that hate turned into defeat when she could feel and hear his panting against her ear. His lips found her collar bone and he sucked until the vacuum broke her skin and she felt blood.

Another smirk.

God, why me? What did I ever do to make you want to punish me?

Savannah started crying. She tried not to sob. Tears rushed down her face and neck in rapids.

"Fuck," the DJ mumbled as he found her hips with his hands and started slamming into her.

Savannah's body felt so dirty. The sweat that came off him and dripped onto her was revolting. Even more was the pain her groin was in. She felt a giant pressure on her hips and inside of her.

"Hot as hell," he panted.

Savannah closed her eyes, hoping for it to be over soon.

"So fuckin' good...Ahh, shit!"

It ended. Her body felt beyond dirty. Quickly she sat up and he zipped his pants. He slapped her butt when she turned over to grab her shirt and bra in the bottom of the crew cab. It stung. She ignored the soreness in her muscles as she dressed and then got out of the truck. The DJ rolled down the window and she turned to face him.

"Don't be shy now, cheer captain," he said with his drawl. "I'll be your stunt partner any day."

Then he started the truck and drove away.

Savannah buttoned up her shirt and felt extremely vulnerable with so much skin showing. Not knowing what else to do she walked back towards the barn. There were still lights and music coming from it. As she walked up she started to shut her mind off. Everything that was bothering her, everything that hurt, she shut it all down so that her brain was numb. Her only thought was how to get home.

Marti.

It was the biggest relief she'd ever felt in her life. Just seeing her roommate leaning against the side of the barn nursing a beer. Marti squinted at her and then her expression broke into one of surprise.

"Hey Savannah," she said happily. "I thought you left with Lewis?"

Savannah shook her head, her gaze finding the dirt. I wish Lewis had taken me home before. She felt guilty.

"Is something wrong?" Marti asked gently holding Savannah's forearm.

The warmth from Marti's touch was welcomed. It made Savannah feel human. But it also reassured her of the nightmare that just happened. She placed her hand over Marti's and looked the taller girl in the eye.

"Can you take me home please?" she whispered.

Marti gave her a funny look. Somewhere between confusion and concern.

"Yeah, sure. Of course."

Please, Marti, don't ask.

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