AN – This chapter is only short, sadly. I did carry it on but it just seemed best to leave it where I did, the final part felt like a natural way to leave off. Also, a word of warning, this chapter is quite graphic but I hope you'll enjoy it either way!

4. Attacked

My mind was screaming at my body to move, to just do something. His hand crept further up my thigh and I could hear his ragged breathing inching closer to my face every second.

"You're not going to scream now are you Bella, girl?"

I couldn't answer.

"You gotta understand that I feel just terrible doing this but your lost and vulnerable act worked too well."

"Stupid Bella. You stupid, stupid girl"

The words I'd thought to myself earlier that evening when James had offered his house to me for the night came flooding back. I was screaming them to myself over and over as he pulled himself upright and began heaving his huge body on top of me.

Tears. More tears. I didn't think I had any left, but I could feel them pricking at my eyes again. This could not be happening to me.

"You could try moving, saying something, it's more fun that way or is this your first time? Go on make my dreams come true and tell me it is."

I gagged at his words. My first time would not, could not be rape. I began writhing beneath him, futile as it was, this was my attempt at escape. He moaned into my ear. Clearly, he thought I had given in, that I would give him what he wanted. I dug my nails into his shoulders and using all my strength tried to force him away from me. He moaned louder.

"Get OFF me!" I sounded pathetic. As far from intimidating as you could get but it was so hard with him pushing the wind out from my stomach.

He shoved himself up on his arms and grabbed my pants at the waist, pulling them down. In the darkness I could make out his silhouette, see the outline of his mouth pulled up into a manic grin. I kicked out against him, hitting him several times in the chest but it made no difference. The more I struggled the more he groaned. He grabbed my hand then and pulled it towards himself, shoving my hand down his boxers. I bit my lip to hold in the scream, I couldn't let him enjoy it anymore than he was. His hand clasped around mine as he made me rub his erection, his pelvis grinding to the motion.

"James, please, get off" I couldn't fight the sobs now and the tears ran freely down my face.

He pushed himself back against me, kissing me roughly on my neck up to my cheekbones and towards my ear. I let out a pained sob remembering the last time somebody had touched me this way. It had been so different, so tender.

"What's the matter girl? Don't you like it this way?"

"Get…off…m…e"

The fingers of my left hand began to twitch around the neck of the empty bottle I still held. Tonight it seemed that alcohol would be my saviour in one way or another.

With all the strength I could muster I brought my arm up into the air and with a whoosh, the glass connected with James' head. The sound was unbearable as the thick end of bottle made contact with a loud thud and the shards of glass came flying down around us both. James began screaming and thrashing, disorientated. I could feel the remains of the bottle on the sofa, across my chest and imbedded into my bare legs, it didn't hurt.

"What the fuck have you done?! What did you do?! Oh Jesus Christ" James was yelling as I banged another stiff kick into his chest and then his face, knocking him back from the sofa and landing him on the carpet.

I stood up to run but he grabbed me by the ankle and I landed with a thud on top of him. He gripped his hands around my waist and tried to force himself into me while I gauged at his face with my nails. I could feel the blood running from his head and down his face. Surely I should have knocked him unconscious? If I had hit him with enough force to break the bottle he should be out cold. It seemed these things didn't have rules after all.

"Let me GO! JAMES LET ME GO!"

I was as sober as I could be now, at least, I felt it. Adrenaline and danger did funny things to your body. I could feel the strength returning to me, feel the power of flight coursing through my muscles as James tried to roll me over and climb back on top of me.

I pushed away from him with all of my will, gaining the upper hand and ending up on my feet again. I rained down on him with violent kicks to the ribs, my brutality scared me, I didn't know I was capable of this.

As James reeled on the floor, his hands clutching himself tightly I seized my moment. This could be my only chance of escape.

I ran for the door and into the empty night.