Im so so so sorry for the seriously slow updating, I've just started back at school so got quite a lot of homework, plus now my friend is getting me to read Battle Royale! But maybe, if I get some reviews, I'd update more often, though I will try and update a lot more often now!

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A slow knock on the door echoed around the house. Annabelle sighed and slowly meandered her way around the mishmash of old furniture that sat in the centre of the main room of their flat, above the garage. The biggest, faded pink, sofa sat right in the middle, with two armchairs on either side - one flowery and one a stained dark green . Their mother had been a keen believer of charity, and most of what they owned was from some kind of charity shop or auction.

She had been in the middle of washing up the plates from the dinner she had taken her father on a tray. It was only about twenty minutes since Maryssa had left to collect Philip, so the caller must be a salesperson, as they would not have turned round and returned now, they were probably too far gone. For a second she stood just by the old wooden door, rubbing her temples, preparing herself for another sales onslaught from an unwanted visitor, who was too pushy for their own good. So she should have been surprised when a familiar face peered back at her when she looked though the peephole.

It was Guy.

Annabelle cringed and without thinking it through, she slowly edged the heavy door open, to reveal his shiny face beaming an hugely false smile.

She had barely uttered his name condescendingly before he had barged into her home and flopped himself down onto the flowery armchair, after glaring accusingly at the stains on the green one.

"what the hell are you doing here Guy?" she spoke, fixing him with a steely glare that he just dismissed with a wink.

"I'm visiting you, why else would I be here?" he chuckled. She scowled and folded her arms

"come and have a seat hon, I want to talk to you." he said pointing at the pink three-seater.

She didn't want to, but realised the only way to get him to leave was the do at least a little of what he said. She gingerly sat herself on the opposite side of the sofa to him, perched on the edge.

"why would you invite me to a party, and then not even show up?" she said, but he had been distracted. He was too busy staring at his face in the little mirror on the sideboard. She rolled her eyes. He'd better have an extremely good reason for disturbing her. And lying about the party.

"hello?" she asked after a minute.

"hm? Oh, oh yes well, of course, there was no party. I knew you wouldn't come." But what about Maryssa and Philip?! She asked herself, screams confined in the small space that was her head. Guy stood up and moved to sit right beside her. She wrinkled up her nose. He smelt strongly of beer and B.O.

"nice room." he said, sarcastic, as he threw his muddy feet up onto the coffee table in front of them. Annabelle inched away from him as subtly as he could. "You'd inherit this place when your old man kicks the bucket right?"

She stood up angry. "Don't talk about my father that way!"

"oh...sorry. But am I right?" he said, looking away from her.

"mm" she mumbled, unsure why he wanted to know.

"That would be nice then. We could live here, if we cleaned it up a bit. Start up a family!" he relaxed back, lying down now across the entire sofa. Her mouth dropped open. What was he on, starting a family!?

"you could look after the dogs and the boys whilst I'm at work-we would have six or seven- "

"what, dogs?"

"No! Strapping boys; like me! But where was i? Oh yes, and you'd make me a meal for when I return from work, and then, every night we would-"

"now wait a second." she interrupted again, not wanting to bare the thought of any more."where is all this coming from. I am NOT marrying you!" she half shouted down at him.

"oh dear god no!" he assured her that he was not about to propose. Still she frowned, still confused as to what he was getting at.

Guy swung himself up off the sofa again and started advancing towards her slowly. At the same time Annabelle took a few steps back, not wanting to lose any distance between each other.

"no, all I want," he spoke slowly, stepping forward, "is a chance," another step, "to really get to know," by this point he had backed her up against the wall, "You." he roughly poked her chest as he spoke, an evil glint in his eye. He shuffled his body closer to her still, until their noses were just touching.

"if you know what I mean." he added before grabbing her face and kissing her hard on the mouth. For a second she was a little shocked and frightened, but quickly regained her composure, and, with all her might, pushed him away.

As he took a wobbled backwards from her shove, she dove away from him towards the door, but he was too quick for her. He pinned her against the door, his hips pressing hard against hers, and braced his hands to the sides of her head against the old wood of the creaky door. He smirked wickedly and whispered, breathing his beer tainted breath all over her face, "I want you, Annabelle, and I always get what I want." and he plunged his lips back onto hers, pushing her lips open with his tongue. It explored her mouth forcefully, whilst her nose was pressed flat against her face. He traced along her side with a long, sharp fingernail , before coming to a stop over her breast, as the other cupped her left butt cheek, and he squeezed both harshly at the same time. She writhed and tried to fight out of his grip, but he was strong, and very insistent. He tasted of alcohol too, it was stinging the inside of her mouth as Guys tongue slammed against the sides. She eventually stilled, thinking through what she could do. Most of her body was held down, so she couldn't push him off, she would have to hurt him somehow, and fast. An idea started to form in her head and she acted on it immediately, as soon as she knew it would work.

Annabelle began to kiss him back, circling his tongue with her own. She could feel his smile through her lips. Taking more control with her tongue, she was allowed into his mouth, and she repeated the favour, of slamming her tongue around his mouth as hard as she could. By now, his fingers were pushing down the front of her trousers. She sped up, trying to gag him with her tongue. It didn't seem to work but his tongue was still in her mouth. His hands were now prising open her knickers. She pushed Guys tongue around with her own, until it was where she wanted and bit down hard, and sure enough, the metallic taste of blood oozed onto her taste buds. It instantly had the desired effect. He sprung off her, howling in pain and glared at her hard. She smirked, and casually opened the door for him.

"I will be back. Don't you worry about that." he gritted his teeth and stormed out of the room and into the corridor. She slammed the door, and pushed against it, making sure he wasn't coming back in.

Louis had been standing outside, around the corner from Annabelle's garage, along with some other friends, including a bunch of simpering girls who had adored Guy since, forever. Guy just ignored them, storming past whilst trying to straighten out his red shirt. Louis ran over and looked up at him questioningly.

Guy huffed before speaking through his teeth:

"I'll have Annabelle, Louis. Make no mistake about that." and began to sprint away from the group, not wanting to talk about what had happened.

His friends stared at Louis expectantly, but he just shrugged his shoulders. "he's a bit touchy..."

Annabelle had sunk down onto the floor, still leaning against the door, exhausted. Two encounters with that vile Guy in one day. Eugh.

Slowly, she began to stand herself back up again, subsequently looking back out of the peephole.

It seemed like he had left, which relieved Annabelle greatly. Their whole conversation had been leading up to a crash and burn from the moment he stepped into the house. Talking of marriage? With her? Oh yes, she could certainly see that happening; Mrs Guy Thineck...NOT! She didn't want to marry anyone for a very long time, let alone get married to Guy! She wanted a life, an adventure in the great,wide... somewhere. And from this encounter, she realised she wanted it more than ever before. Her father had always told her it was because of those fantasy books, she always left reality at home, but she didn't care what the reason was, as long as her life was more interesting than that in the town.

Annabelle ended up drifting toward the coffee machine, in need of some energy after that gruelling experience. But, as soon as her drink was made, and she was settleing back down watching some kind of plant programme about dandelions to ease her mind, the doorbell rang again. She sighed. She just knew it must be Guy again, stupid enough to try again. Shaking her head, Annabelle ignored it. Before long it rang again, a few times in a row this time, hurriedly. Still ignoring it, she hoped he would leave again in the very near future, or else she would he forced to-

"Annabelle! Annabelle!"

Her name! And that certainly wasn't Guy, he wouldn't think far enough to shout through the postbox. She got up, still lazily, and strolled over to the door. No real idea of who it was, she pulled open the door and was greeted by someone she did not expect, at all.

Philip.

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