Okay, so I just finished up my last story, called: The Last Wild Power. The few first chapters of it totally suck, but the after the first two or three they start getting TOTALLY awesome! Anyways. I decided to write another story, since I'm so obsessed. Anyways. I hope you enjoy. Tell me what you think, and don't be afraid to give suggestions.
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Demanding
"Let me drive you home, Gabby." Josh yelled,
From across the room.
I looked at him, like he had five heads.
"Gabby?" I repeated.
"Oh, I thought you preferred it over Gabrielle. I guess I was wrong.." He started.
"NO! I like Gabby." I corrected.
I looked at him unbelievably. I had no idea he knew I existed.
He had hazel brown hair that followed his sparkling blue eyes. I looked down at his outfit. He was wearing worn out jeans with a simple brown shirt underneath his black leather jacket. Everybody was wearing outfits like that at this party.
I, myself, was wearing a black mini skirt that was leather with red high heels as shoes, my shirt was white and it was a simple halter, that looked great with my soft, straight, long jet black hair, that reached past my chest.
"Hurry, lets go!" He demanded.
"NO. I'm not going." I replied.
"Oh, yes you are!" He snapped.
"Why should I?" I asked, just as rudely.
"Because you've had one too many drinks and your mom is looking for you everywhere. Did you even tell her you were here?" He spoke.
"No…I snuck out, now leave me be." I walked away, beer in hand, stumbling over my feet. My beer then had fallen to the ground and spilled everywhere.
"Shit! Look what you made me do!" I mumbled.
I ignored my beer and kept stumbling away.
Maybe I should go home…Nah she can wait a few more hours. I thought hazily.
I looked down at my watch and saw it was 10 after 1:00. Usually these high school parties would end around early in the morning, so I had time.
I was a senior at Raydale High in Phoenix. I was somewhat a loner but not exactly. I knew everybody at my school and mostly they all knew me. But my problem was that I didn't have any close friends.
As I kept stumbling on I felt somebody snatch my wrist, hard. I looked behind me to see it was Josh again.
"Come on, we're leaving now!"
"NO! GOD DAMNIT, GET IT THROUGH YOUR GOD DAMN THICK HEAD!" I yelled.
Usually I wouldn't be so rude, but I was drunk. I would have hopped in that car an hour ago if I had my mind set in the right place, because Josh was the most hottest guy in the whole high school. And not to mention popular.
I stumbled more away from him and ran into an empty room, it was fully dark inside. I stumbled down over my feet looking for the light switch. I got back up looking around for the switch once more before somebody grabbed my shoulders. I snapped around looking forward but couldn't make who it was in the dark.
"Josh?" I asked, into the darkness.
"Not quite." Said a voice,
Coming from behind me.
It was defiantly a male who said it, since there voice was so low, he was probably around my age.
His grip was hard and tough on my shoulders. I tried to squiggle out of his hold but it was too late. He had me on the ground; pinned.
His hand were locked around my wrists making sure I couldn't move anywhere, while his other hand slipped down my shirt and towards the zipper of my skirt. He roughly pulled it off, and that's when I began to scream.
I kept screaming and screaming and it was as though nobody could hear me because nobody seemed to try to help me. But of course we were alone in the room.
And then somebody cut me off from my thoughts. Something that made me terribly frantic.
He was inside me!
Then my knowledge kicked in.
I took his fingers deeper into my mouth, tasting the taste of cigarettes and alcohol combined. As the fingers reached as far as they could, I chomped down, drawing blood from his hands.
He yelled in agony, and removed his hand from my mouth, giving me some time to get some air. When I was just starting to squiggle free, somebody entered to room.
It was a tall, muscular figure, that looked beyond beautiful even in the dark. Something from his hand with glittering, from the light behind him, it was his ring. I couldn't make out what it was. And I didn't feel like it I just wanted to get free.
Before I could move or squiggle anymore, I was free. Nobody was on top of me.
I looked around looking for the man.
He was on the ground fighting somebody. Fighting somebody who was trying to defend me.
Without thinking I launched up and lunged myself over to my clothes and quickly slid on my skirt, and I heard a crack.
Was that a bone? I thought to myself.
Before I had time to think anymore a voice was demanding me to do something; a familiar voice.
"Hurry up, get to my car, it's the yellow Porsche."
The voice was Josh.
Without arguing or hesitating I quickly with drawled the room and went running to the car in my bare feet, with my hair all tangled.
I ignored the stares I got as I waited in the car.
My eyes began to feel heavier by the minute. I wanted to keep them open waiting for his arrival, but I couldn't so I just let my body take over, letting me sleep.
