Chapter 1

I looked into his eyes and saw the desire that he blazed for me. I saw the resentment of not being able to hang out with his buddies and play video games. The desire overtook the resentment. I loved the way he made me feel, even though it didn't touch his eyes.

I loved the way he would kiss me and make me feel like I was his world. The way that he would touch me make me feel like I was on top of the world and no one could reach me. I was wrong. I knew that the look in his eyes would be showing me the truth, but I just didn't pay attention to any of my senses except touch. Touch is a very sensitive sense. It can cause the most extreme sensations and the most painful.

I knew that I shouldn't have let him come over that day, but as a raging hormone teenage my hormone's got the best of me. We left school in a hurry, I remember that the ground was cold and my parents wouldn't be home by five o clock at the earliest. I knew that my sisters wouldn't be home until four o clock, so we had exactly one hour. I knew that that would be just enough time to be able to have some fun. I was a virgin and I was fourteen.

We got home around three fifteen so we had only forty five minutes. We went inside through the garage and took our shoes off and ran upstairs to my bedroom. My bedroom was upstairs third door on the left.

My room was the shade of violet purple that my family and I painted the previous year. It was a perfect color to wake up to and fall asleep with, it was very calming. On the wall closest to the door there were millions of pictures of me and my friends and my family. A lot of the pictures were of our family vacations and sleepovers or just goofing off with the group of friends of mine through out the years. Then there was a desk against the window, with schools books and homework scattered about. On the far wall there were posters of my favorite Disney cartoon character Tinker Bell, and two dressers. Then on the wall on the opposite side of the door there was my bed and my closet.

When we got to my bedroom door I had to fiddle to find my keys. Living with three girls in the house was horrible. My sisters and I would always steal each others stuff, so mom got all of us girls' locks for our bedrooms. So I unlocked my bedroom door and we walked in and I sat on the bed while he looked around the room.

I remember him smirking at me because of the color and the Tinker Bell posters. I just laughed it off with him. He came up next to me and grabbed my hand to pull me up into his arms. I did so. I had to lean up and on my tippy toes just to be able to kiss him. He looked down at me once I was in his arms; his eyes showed emotions that I had never seen in him before. He looked like he was up to something, and then he smiled. Chills ran down my spine. I got goose bumps and started to back a way just a bit, trying not to show him that is was scared of him. He then grabbed my arm with a tight grip and tossed me onto the bed.

He then turned around and walked over to my bedroom door and shut it softly and then locked the door. While he did that I resituated myself on the bed so that my feet were dangling off the side. I was wearing a pair of very tight jeans and a black sweatshirt under that there was a white spaghetti strap tank top.

He turned back around and starts walking towards me still with that smile on his face, chills starting down my spine again. He stopped right as he reached my feet and then pushed me back onto my back with my feet still dangling off the mattress. I was a little shocked but decided to go with the flow. He laid down on top of me and pinned me down with his weight, and started to kiss me. I loved the kissing; his kisses at the beginning were eager and passionate.

Then they took at turn and started to get a little to hard and even painful. As we kissed he slowly moved my hands to the sides of my head with his hands pinned on top of them. He then started to let his hands wonder. It made me a little uncomfortable, as his hands slid all over my body I tired to catch his attention by redirecting him with kisses. He wasn't buying it at all and kissed me while continuing to slid his hands every where. He then said "I have an idea, how about we play a little game" he smirked "let me take control and you just relax" I didn't really want to do that but I wanted him to like me so much I was willing to go a little extreme.

He was one of the most likable guys in school. We will just call him D. He was on the football team and the basketball team. He was very tall about 6"2 with short dark brown hair. He was one of those teenager guys that wear the baggy jeans and t-shirt combo everyday. His hair always looked like he just got out of bed. I really liked him. I was starting to fall in love with him. I thought that he felt the same way.

As the hands on my body wondered, I got this sensation in my stomach telling me that this wasn't right. I didn't want this to happen and my stomach was trying to tell me that. I saw him grab some of my clothes and tie my hands to my bed posts, and then did the same with my feet.

I looked into his eyes now and they didn't look normal, they looked like an animals so full of anger that it looked like he was going to hit me right then and there. It was like someone else was inside of his body. I will always remember his eyes. They were so filled with rage and pain that I was starting to be scared for my life. That wasn't the same person that I was just with ten minutes ago.

After I was tied up to the bed posts he pulled out his cell phone and made a call. I wasn't paying too much attention to his hush tone but I did pick out "her" "bed" "alone" "come", then I started to panic. I tried to undo my hands with my teeth and to slid my feet out of there restraints. As soon as he noticed he started to laugh and hung up the phone. "Where in the hell do you think your going?" he stated still with laughter in his tone. "Away from you, what do you want with me? Why are you doing this?" was all I had a chance to say before tears started to roll down my cheeks. I couldn't stop the tears, and he seemed to enjoy them. He laughed again and didn't answer my questions. I felt like I was going to die.

He started to walk towards me when his phone started to vibrate in his pocket. He looked down at his pocket and smiled another wicked smile. Picking up his phone and reading the text he said very slowly like he was waiting for my reaction "Just…..In……Time" and shot out of my room and shut the door behind him with the keys in his hand.