Author's Note: Like most of the story this contains sexual content. Parental Discretion is Advised. (Ha! I have always wanted to say that...)

Chapter 4: Tragedy

Adrian sat there, shaking. Never had she allowed that side of her so much control. She had always tried to suppress it, and hoped it would die. But today, she allowed it to thrive. What did she get in return? She was humiliated. She lowered her defenses and took a chance with Ashley. If Ashley had been a guy, it would have been different. She would have just drove off forgetting them moments later. But it wasn't a guy, it was a girl, but not any girl. It was Ashley. Like a budding rose, her feelings were starting to bloom for her. She was going to allow the Rose that was her heart, to fully bloom, but Ashley in one decisive and swift cut, had destroyed it.

It took her awhile before she mastered her tears, she was determined not to cry. It took her even longer before she could control her body. She slumped over her steering wheel, hoping this was just a nightmare. But inside she knew it wasn't, so she turned the key and the car came to life.

When she arrived at her home, she threw open the door and cursed loudly. She hated displaying her emotions so openly, but in her home she didn't care. She paced in front of the couch, anger towards Ashley and her being a freaking tease coming to a nice boil. She let out another curse, and she finally plopped herself on the couch. With her hand she groped blindly for the remote, her eyes staring at the TV. When her hands clutched the remote, she let it go. She couldn't get herself to turn it on, she became afraid of it.

She got up and paced in front of the couch again. As if she were a caged lion, she was restless. She suddenly got an idea. She pulled out her cellphone and rapidly dialed the number. The phone on the other end rang several times. The wait seemed forever before the phone was picked up. When it did she could hear some song playing the background.

"Hello," Ricky answered, his voice smooth and confident.

"I..." Adrian said, "could you come over please?" Adrian hated the weakness in her voice.

"Adrian?" Ricky asked, "Uh sure." Ricky hung up, leaving Adrian feeling all to alone. As she paced in front of the couch, Ashley being the dominate thing on her mind, she felt weak. The plan she had put into motion felt wrong. But she had to do it... to prove that she wasn't gay. Her thoughts were disturbed when she heard the light rhythmic knocking. She rushed towards the door, almost stumbling once, and when she finally threw open the door, Ricky barged in.

"Adrian, whats wrong?" Ricky said turning around and looking Adrian over. She felt a bit of butterflies gently flying in her stomach as she looked at him like that. He always had a way of making a girl feel special. Often she wondered whether or not he used this little talent for good or his own greedy needs.

"Nothing, I just needed to be with you." Adrian whispered, it was now or never she thought.

"On the phone, you sounded like you were in trouble or something." Ricky said

She walked towards him. She didn't speak as she enclosed the distance, she tried to provide her sexiest face and walk. Slowly she wrapped her arms around his neck. Ricky looked startled for a second, but then he was smirking. Together they leaned in, their lips touching. A sudden ache filled Adrian's intimate area, but it wasn't for Ricky, it was for Ashley. Still they kissed, and when they broke apart. They smiled at each other, both knowing full well what was about to come. All thoughts of her being in trouble vanished from Ricky's mind. His smile revealed his lust.

Adrian gently pulled at Ricky's hand leading him to the couch. But unlike all the previous times, the times she loved to feel him, neither her body nor her mind was into it. Yet she had to, she thought, to prove to herself. They sat him down on the couch. Standing in front of him, his lust filled eyes devouring her body, she tried to take her clothes of in a sexy manner. She was down to her black lace bra and panties and she sat on his lap facing him. Her legs on either side of his. She bent down and they kissed passionately, but it wasn't Ricky she was kissing, not in her mind at least. In her mind it was Ashley.

They were like that for several moments, Ricky's hands began to explore her body. Then he stopped, he pushed Adrian back gently, but enough to break their kiss. Adrian looked down in his eyes. His eyes were a mix of lust and sorrow. He gently eased Adrian off of him, and stood up, shaking.

"Adrian..." He said. "I can't." Adrian bit her lip.

"I got a condom," She said quietly, but she knew thats not what he was talking about. Adrian stood up and wrapped her arms around him, kissing his neck softly, "please?" she tried to sound sexy, seductive. But it came out as a begging tone.

"I am sorry... but I just can't." He ripped Adrian's hands, which were playing with his zipper, from him and walked away. Not even looking at her, because he knew if he saw her like that he would fold. Adrian closed her eyes, and flinched when she heard the door slam shut. She felt the tears come to her eyes, feeling helpless she let them go. It was like Ashley had rejected her all over again. She thought back to that blissful moment in the car and how it was shattered.

She slowly let herself down on the couch and laid down. She didn't bother putting on her clothes. She was home alone and her mother wouldn't be home until Friday. But who cares if she did come home? Not like she didn't know about her sex life. She just laid there crying until sleep's chariot swept her off her feet and carried her into the night.

Sometime during the night, she distantly heard the door open. She was now partially awake. She looked around the apartment, and when she didn't see anyone she curled back up and tried to sleep. But she couldn't. Every small sound sounded like fireworks to her. She suddenly felt too exposed and wished she had put her clothes on. She slowly sat up, and in the dark she tried to look for her clothes. But then it dawned on her, the lights were on... she then felt a presence near her, and then a strong hand push her back towards the couch. She tried to scream, but the attacker was fast and he covered her moth.

"Scream, and your dead," the attacker said in a monstrous voice. He was disguising his own voice, Adrian realized. She struggled against her attacker, tried to break free but it was no use! She cried, hot tears blurring the dark world around her. The Attacker forced her down on her back. Adrian quickly realized what was happening and clamped her legs shut. The Attacker only laughed as he pried her legs open. He let his hand go from her mouth and she let out a yelp, a mistake. The Attacker backhand slapped her, silencing her. "What did I say?" He said annoyed. As if to reinforce her lesson he punched her. Pain shot through her head, but she didn't let out a sound. She closed her eyes tight, and when she heard his zipper she silently whimpered.

Author's Note2: Alright I know Adrian is supposedly date raped in second season. But this takes place in a alternate universe, so she was just raped. Sad I know :(