Chapter 4- Blame it on the Alcohol

He grabbed both of my hands in one of his. He brought my hands above my head and pressed them there. You've got to be kidding me. What did I do to deserve this? I am a straight A student, I respect my parents, I have the best bff and I am a VIRGIN for crying out loud! ...well not after tonight. Since I couldn't get out, I tried what I did earlier. SCREAM.

"Ahhh! Get the hell off of me! Alice!" I couldn't continue because he stuffed something in my mouth.

He resumed back to his actions. He pulled my dress up so my underwear was showing. It was a good thing I wasn't wearing granny panties. I was wearing a pair of black lace delicates. Alice took me to Victoria's Secret the day before saying I better get it if I didn't want people staring at my butt. And not for a good reason. He must of liked it because he moaned. Why me? I'm not even that pretty. Alice always says I don't see myself clearly, but compared to her, I look like...like...well I don't know what I look like, but I know its not good. With one swift motion, he yanked my underwear off. If I was feeling self-concious before...I felt horrible now.

Since his pants were off, all he did was take his boxers off. And when he did, it probably looked like my eyes were about to pop out my sockets any minute.Whew. Little Eddie is quite big. There was no words to describe it, but it still didn't make this situation any better. He must have noticed me staring because this huge crooked grin spread across his face. It was breath taking. I swear I thought I stopped breathing. But it also looked kind of smug. He was enjoying my shockness. Well I'm going to erase that smile of his pretty little face.

I got alot of my strength back, so I was kicking and squirming a whole lot. Since this escapade started and I began to scream and squirm, I got really tired. This was taking alot of energy out of me. He saw me getting reckless so he just thrust it in me. I would have screamed so loud that my throat would burn, if this thing wasn't in my mouth. It hurt so bad, I felt a stray tear roll down my cheek. he came back out and shoved right back in. It didn't hurt like the first time, but I was still in pain. He did that a few more times before I got the feeling in my legs.

My leg was free so I used it as a weapon. I brough it up and jabbed Edward right in his jaw. He came out and screamed in agony. Kind of like what I would have done when he first fucked me. He was on the bed withering in pain. He released my hands so he could cradle his face in his hands. He began to rub it, but he winced at the gesture. I didn't know if I broke it, but I honestly did not care.

I took that as my opportuntiy to escape. Since my hands were free, I took whatever was in my mouth out. I pulle dmy dress down, too. I walked to where he threw my underwear and stopped. It was no point in wasting my time, so I didn't bother putting in on. I probably would have tripped, while trying to balance myself in putting them on.

He was recovering so I took my stilleto and stabbed it in his back. My heel was so skinny, it punctured his skin and he started to bleed. Oh god. Blood. The smeel of blood filled my nose. I was about to faint, but I was on a mission. I held my breath and pushed him off the bed onto the floor. I kicked the mess out of him. Starting with his head, then his chest, to his gut and crotch area. After a few mintues of that, I knew that wasn't enough because I wasn't really kicking him hard. I was too exhausted.

Beside the bed was a dresser. On the dresser was a lamp. I took the lamp and threw it at Edward's head. I knew I was doing too much, but I wanted him to feel the pain I was feeling. The lamp shade broke while the light bulb and vase part shattered. Last thing I did was take out one of the empty drawers and tosse it at him. Everything I did was mainly out of anger and not defense. It started as defense, but the more I though of it, the more angrier I got.

I spit on him and dashed to the door. I don't know how long it been because I didn't hear no one downstairs. It didn't feel that long that the party was over. The party was probably supposed ot wind down around 2 or 3. All I heard was music and some snores. As I descended down the steps, I saw that everyonen was gone. Some were asleep, but most was outside. When I got to the bottom step, I understood why everyone left.

The police bum rushed through the door. Well they opened it, then bum rushed through it. The racket made the people asleep wake up. Two things happened at that moment. One, is I noticed that I didn't see Alice. Oh my gosh. Alice! Where is she? I looked around and spotted her passed out by the bar. Thank goodness. And the other is that, one of officers blew his whistle. Alice instantly woke up. She looked confused for a minute, but then she looked scared. The policemen scared her.

While one officer was sending people out the house and walking towards the bar, the other one spotted me. I froze at the place I stood. He walked towards me and stopped. He analyzed me and ran up the steps. He probably noticed my panicked expression and went ot see what caused it. Oh no. What if he finds Edward? What if he's dead because of me? I would go to jail. I never even been to detention, let alone jail. A gasp interrupted my reverie. I heard the man mumbling on a walk-e-talk-e. I caught some of waht he was saying. "Ambulance", "stretcher", "unconcious", "attempted murder." ATTEMPTED MURDER! I would never. I wasn't trying to kill him, I was trying to get away from him. He raped me! Of course I didn't say any of this out loud. I couldn't say anything. It was like someone stole my voice and my throat just closed up. Blocking any sound or oxygen from coming out of my mouth.

As he was coming downstairs, I heard sirens and an ambulance outside. What have I done?