Warning: Rated M for Rape.

Chapter One

Kate squealed as she stared at her phone.

"Melissa Mayer is throwing a party this Sunday!" she was practically beaming as she bounced on Ana's bed, making her blonde hair fall loosely on her face.

"Fun," Ana mumbled as she flipped through her Language Arts book. "What page is the literature test on?"

Kate sighed. Of course, Ana wouldn't care.

"And we're invited, dork."

"Isn't she in college?" Ana asked, feeling slightly uneasy about hanging out with people in their twenty's.

"Yes, but I'm sure if you put on a little make-up and wore something better than..." she gestured towards Ana's clothes, "that, we'll be able to fit in."

Ana shrugged. "I'm not going."

"Can't you stop being good for two seconds?"

"Kate- "

"Please don't ruin this for me," she whined as she flopped down on the bed, "It took me forever to get invited to a party like this."

"You're so dramatic." Ana laughed.

"So that's a yes?"

It hadn't been a yes that day, but after Kate continued to beg and talk about it, Ana was starting to see the appeal of going to a party. She'd never been to one and she didn't want to let her friend down, so she finally gave in. When Sunday night came around, Kate came to her house with handfuls of clothes for Ana to try on.

Ana frowned into the mirror.

"I look like a prostitute."

"Oh, please," Kate sighed, "It's called a mini-skirt. And you look fantastic."

Ana made a face as she tugged at her V-neck shirt. She had to admit, though, this outfit was a better option then everything else that Kate had her try on. She brushed her unruly hair, trying her best to tame it, unlike Kate, who just tossed her golden locks into a messy bun and still looked gorgeous. Ana was thankful for Kate, but it was hard not to envy how easy she made being sixteen looks.

They arrived at Mayer's house at 10:45. Ana had wanted to get there at 9, but Kate insisted that all the fun starts after 10.

"Promise me that you'll never leave my side." Ana blurted and immediately regretted how scared she sounded. She knew Kate would call her a baby, but instead, Kate gave her arm a comforting squeeze.

"It's just a party. Try to have fun and you'll be fine." Kate replied. Ana nodded, feeling somewhat better than she was. Music was the first thing they heard as they got out of the car and entered the house. Ana glanced around the huge (yet crowded) living room, feeling overwhelmed and slightly foolish for agreeing to wear this outfit. She didn't use to people staring at her unless it was because she fell or had done something embarrassing. A guy sitting on a bar stool winked at her and she quickly glanced away. Studying at home seemed pretty great right now. She just needed to get Kate so she could drive her back home.

"Kate," Ana began, but Kate wasn't standing beside her anymore. She was on a couch chatting with a small group of people. She looked so comfortable and relaxed. A boy (maybe 15) was drooling over Kate, but she blatantly ignored him and paid attention to a couple of college boys that were probably flirting as well. She made it look effortless as she sipped her drink and casually giggled at whatever they said. Meanwhile, Ana smoothed the wrinkles out of her skirt for the hundredth time. Anxiety was building in her stomach and she felt like she was going to puke.

"Are you going to be a wall flower the whole night?"

Ana jumped at the deep voice. She barely realized she had pressed herself into the corner - probably to hide from everyone else.

"I-uh," Ana stammered as she could hardly hold his stare. He was strikingly handsome and was definitely in college, maybe 20, giving them a four-year age difference. "Uhm...Party's aren't my thing." she finally stated.

He pursed his lips. "What is your thing?"

And he said it in a way that made Ana's stomach flutter. Her whole body felt warm as her cheeks flushed. She glanced at the floor to avoid his gaze and nervously tried to flatten out her skirt with her hands again. Why he was making her so nervous? She was never like this around boys.

"Books," she said quietly, "I like books," she repeated louder, remembering the loud music. She felt his fingers gently tilt her chin up to look at him.

"Don't look down, your eyes are beautiful."

Ana's mouth went dry. She couldn't explain the emotions right now.

"Who are you?" she said, feeling her stomach flutter again, but it was a different kind of flutter this time as she felt vomit hit the back of her throat. She stepped back and puked was all over the floor and the guy's shoes.

"I'm so sorry!" she apologized as she pushed people out the way to run upstairs. The guy was calling after her, but she didn't listen or even look back. The embarrassment was burning her face red. She locked herself in the upstairs bathroom and finished her second round of vomit in the toilet. She decided to spend the next hour in the bathroom, (wishing everyone who witnessed her would be gone by then) then finally opened the door. As she walked across the room, the bedroom door opened and a tall average guy walked in the room with a beer in his hand.

A slow smirk went on his face. "You're that chick who threw-up," he looked her up and down, "Pretty little thing."

"I was just leaving," Ana mumbled. There was something unsettling about him that only made her want to leave faster.

"So soon? I just found you."

Ana frowned as she realized this was the guy who had winked at her earlier. She tried to walk past him, but he grabbed her elbow.

"Here," he raised his beer, "A little swig won't kill you."

Starting to feel scared now, Ana took a sip then handed it back to him. He gave a satisfied smile and let her elbow go. He gestured the beer can towards her, silently offering another sip.

"No thanks," Ana replied, feeling slightly dizzy. She knew she was a lite-weight but this was pathetic. Her head was spinning, she felt drowsy, and her vision was getting increasingly blurry. She stumbled to the door and fell down. "What was...in that?" she asked as she glanced up to see him unzipping his pants. The guy just smiled as he crawled on top of her and yanked her skirt up.

Ana struggled to move beneath his weight.

"Don't fight it, whore." he hissed as he slid her panties off. His hands roamed over her body before he rolled her on her back and forced himself inside of her. He pounded into her, hoping she would scream, but the drugs had already taken full effect; Ana was unconscious.

The next morning Ana awoke on the side of a dirt road, miles away from anything familiar.

...to be continued.