Hello again! PLEASE READ: So I found this chapter really hard to right because it's pretty graphic in a very bad way. It's suggested in the books that the way Diana lost her virginity was not voluntary and this chapter is kind of about that. It gets pretty bad and I want you all to be warned. I was very hard to write and it might be very hard to read but I think that it;s a big part of Diana's story and this is my take on it. If you think I should have done it differently then please let me quite a bit of swearing. You have been warned...
Other than that, please R&R and let me know if you liked it or if you didn't. Have a great day :)
Chapter 8
Diana watched as Gale fell onto Caine. Gale, the girl who had just knocked her into a door frame. At the moment, seven guys were clutching her arms, waist, face, you name it. Diana even felt a hand quickly squeeze her ass. They were trying to "help" her up.
"Are you okay?" "Anything broken?" "You look rattled baby." "Do you want me to take you back to my place?" "That skirt can't be comfortable. Could I help you get out of it?" were all things that boys said to her as she was steadying herself in the door frame. Her replies consisted of no thank you's, I'm fine's, and please remove you hand off of my ass's. Most of the boys got the message to leave her alone after that, but not everyone is that observant.
"Babe, you need to loosen up. Le'me get you a drink," one guy said as her slung his arm around her shoulders and started pushing her forward with his bicep. In a flash Diana, grabbed his groping hand and lifted it off of herself. "Please, leave me alone." As soon as her back was turned to another boy his hand went straight for her butt. He slapped then squeezed. Diana turned around with her hand posed, ready to slap him, but the boy used his arm and pushed her up against the wall closest to them. Over his shoulder, Diana saw Caine's fake smile and dull eyes. His 'date', Gale, was flapping her mouth and running her hands up and down his arms. Diana could see his eyes flick over Gale's shoulder every few second at her. Their gaze would hold for a millisecond ten he would go back to pretending. He hadn't looked up since the boy had grabbed her and Diana knew that if he didn't soon, she would be in trouble.
Diana brought her hands up forcefully and shoved the boy in the chest in an attempt to get him farther away from her but failed. As soon as her hands made contact he clasped his hands over hers to keep her from going anywhere.
Diana knew people had to be watching. Noticing that a girl was being held against her will to a wall. People could tell that she wanted him to back off, to put more than the few centimeters that existed at the moment. He was too close and too handsy and too pushy and too... just too much, and people could see that. People could see her struggling but no one did anything. They just stood and watched or turned away and pretended like it wasn't there. Like it wasn't happening.
Diana was trying to breath regularly but her 'fight or flight' instinct was kicking in. It was too bad because in her current situation, neither action would work of help. He was staring at her with an awful grin that made her stomach sink lower and made the back of her throat taste like bile. Diana didn't even know his name. She tried to keep her eyes hard and cold. Guys like this usually got turned on by fear, and though that was exactly what was coursing through her veins, Diana refused to show it.
The boy pushed in closer to her so he was lying on her as her shoulder blades dug into the wall. She could feel the tightness of his pants in the crouch area. That thought made the vomit raise higher in her mouth. He reached his lips down to her ear and whispered. Specks of warm spit went onto her neck and inside her ear as he talked. "Just relax. Don't fight it."
At those words, Diana stopped moving and her mind jolted back to a year ago and she remembered someone else saying those words to her.
Diana had a path she took every day after her classes. It was always quiet and it was a nice place to just be alone. Life at Coates was hard, but this was what made it bearable. It was quiet and green and surrounded by trees. It was perfect and serine. It was her place to be safe.
Walking along her path, books cradled in her arms, she heard foot steps behind her. Immediately, Diana wanted to turn on her heel and demand to know why the person had trespassed onto her path. But she didn't. Diana just kept walking and tried to focus on something other than the loud, shuffling, footsteps behind her.
Diana had just calmed her self down and had begun thinking about something else when a deep voice called something out from behind her. "Diana!"
She recognized it and decided to turn around. She knew him as soon as she saw his hair. No one else had that light brown hair with blond highlights that was thick enough to stand by itself. "Hey Dylan. I didn't know that was you," Diana backtracked to be closer to him, "If I had known, I would've walked with you." Diana flashed him her smile and got one back in return.
Dylan was three years older than her but she knew almost all of the older boys at the school because they would always invite her to their parties or whatever. She never went because she was thirteen. She was a bad girl but that didn't mean partying with older guys. A girl could get hurt that way. Dylan was know for his love of girls, booze, and football. He'd played like, super high level until his parents found the stash of weed and LSD under his mattress. That's what had landed him in Coates, but since then, he'd just gotten easier access to his drugs.
"Oh, no worries," Dylan said, "I wasn't totally sure it was you either." He looked down at her arms. "Hey, let me carry your books?"
Diana blushed and handed them over. It was always nice when a guy showed some chivalry. She muttered thanks as he adjusted the books so the hand beside Diana was free. After about thirty seconds he brought his hand around her waist. Diana's breath caught and her heart beat a bit faster but she kept walking normally. Her brain was running a million miles an hour and none of the things it was thinking were good.
When Dylan's hand slid down and cupped her butt Diana sidestepped away from him, sending him a glare. "I'll have my books back now, Dylan," she demanded holding out her hand. Dylan just smirked and walked closer to her.
Diana started walking backwards to try and stay as far away from him as she could but his legs were longer and he could walk faster. Dylan's face was now contorted in a evil smile that spread all the way through his body. His arm occupied with her books extended and dropped the text books and binders on the grass.
"Dylan, back off." Diana's voice was wavering. She was trying to sound though but failing. "Please."
Dylan laughed at her pathetic attempt at warding him off.
"I'll scream."
"I'm counting on it." And he leapt. Hands out, arms locked, face wild. His hands landed on her shoulders and he pushed her down. The impact was mostly to the back of her head so everything suddenly got slower and darker. She could see Dylan smiling on top of her and moving his hands under her shirt, cupping his hands over her breasts. "Stop. Dylan, stop it. Stop, please," Diana was thrashing as best she could with the football player lying on top of her. Tears were rolling down her cheeks now and the asking had turned into begging. "Please. Please. Stop, please."
His mouth was on her neck and kissing it roughly. Biting and sucking. Leaving undesired marks on the flesh of her neck. His lips made their way up to her ear and bit down painfully. As Diana started screaming he clamped his hand over her mouth to stifle the noise. "Just relax. Don't fight it."
And he lifted up her skirt. And she screamed louder.
And then she stopped screaming.
"Just relax. Don't fight it."
It was too similar. All of a sudden she felt Dylan on top of he writhing. She felt the tears spilling over her cheeks just as they had a year ago. She felt hands running all over her and burning her with their touch. She felt teeth biting her neck hard enough to draw blood. She felt bruises forming under his grip. She felt Dylan's hand moving up her thigh once more, trying to get at what was under her skirt. It was just as it had been. And Diana was fucking terrified.
Her body stopped being able to draw in breath and her blood turned to fire in her veins. Diana did the only thing that she could. That she wasn't able to do last time. She screamed. And never had so much pain been released by way of voice.
The noise pierced through the party like a hot knife through butter. Everything stopped around her and the only noise was the thumping groan of the loud house music.
"Bit-" was the only syllable the boy could get out of his mouth before he was thrown straight across the room and smashed into a wall.
Then Caine was standing over him. One hand gripping the collar of his shirt. The other was smashing in his face. Over and over again.
Over and over again.
Diana had slid down the wall and was curled in a ball. Tears pouring out of her eyes. Neck bleeding. Body shaking. As she watched Caine, she began beating the back of her head against the wall. Harder and harder each time. The same rhythm as Caine's fists.
Gale was at Caine's side trying to make him stop. Holing the arm that was holding the boy's shirt. Screaming at him to stop before he killed the kid.
Diana squeezed her eyes shut trying to focus on her aching cranium and nothing else. Diana's head was about to split open when a hand came behind it and held it in place. A strong, large hand. Another one, of the same kind, came and rested on her cheek. A pathetic attempt and brushing the tears away.
"Diana." She could still hear the sound of Caine's fists against the boy's jaw so she knew it wasn't him. Was it someone else just hear to hurt her? Most likely.
"Diana, open your eyes." It was a whispered voice. She shook her head. Fast. Back and forth. Until the hand moved to each side of her head to stop it from moving so violently. "Diana. Look at me. Please." Diana let a small moan escape her lips. "Please."
Diana opened her eyes and jerked back from the person who was being so gentle to her. He had stroked her face and wiped her tears. He had also call her a whore, a bitch, a slut, and so many other countless names that seemed to bounce off of her but really made her hate herself all the more.
Diana brought her hands up into her hair and pulled strands out of her bun. She started rocking back and forth and pulling her hair harder. "Drake, why are you doing this?" she sobbed.
"Diana-"
"Don't touch me!" she screamed a few inches from his face. In a second Drake was in the air.
Everything was still. Everyone was staring at Caine or Diana. Or both. Caine was standing in the middle of the room. His right hand was covered in red liquid. Both his and somebody else's. His white shirt had specks of blood on it too. He looked terrifying. Gale was still standing next to him. She had interlaced her hand with his left. It was clear that even though she was the least important person in the entire room, she was trying to make this whole thing about her.
Most of the kids were completely unphased by the blood slowly dripping into a pool by his feet. They were much more scared with the fact that Caine had just thrown two people against walls without touching either of them. None of them had ever seen anything like that except in movies like Harry Potter. They had just seen magic. Real life magic.
Caine was standing, the center of attention, bimbo on his arm, staring at Diana with the most intense eyes. It was like he saw nothing else. Like he wanted to see something else but he couldn't. He wanted to see anything else. But all he could see, all that was in his vision was the girl in the red skirt and the even messier bun and a bright red face. She was all he could see. And his vision was clouding around the edges. Caine's usually dry eyes were clouding with something completely alien to him. And he would not let them fall.
Someone had apparently had the decency to turn the music off because the room was dead silent. Until clanging filled the stale silence.
"Caine. Come on," Gale had started pulling on Caine's arm, "Let's dance!"
Caine just continued his vacant stare at the beautiful girl. "Caine! Helloooo?" Gale started waving her hand in front of his face. "Anyone in there? You asked me here to dance so lets freaking dance." Gale had stepped in front of Caine now, blocking his view of Diana. People had started talking again, whispering really. Mostly about what had just happened. Gale grabbed Caine's face and tugged it down so his eyes finally met hers. "Forget about her. She's not important." Gale lifted her heels off of the ground and started tugging Caine's face even closer to her.
Caine grabbed her face in both hands and stopped her lips an inch away from his. "You're wrong. She's everything. And you are just an easily manipulated child. How did you think I was ever interested in you?"
"What...?" Gale asked as she took a step back. Her bottom lip began shaking. It was still covered in her sticky lip gloss.
Caine took a step forward and leaned in close again. To really send a message. "It was an act. All of it. Every. Single. Word. And you fell for it all. You stupid kid. I never liked you. I didn't even tolerate you. You were just a play thing. A little happy meal toy that you -that I- play with then just throw away."
Gale's face was now had streaks of pale, bare, skin where her tears were falling. 'You... you don't mean that."
Caine then threw his head back and laughed. He laughed at her. The spread his arms apart and grinned. "I could have my pick out of every single girl in this school. In this world. Why the fuck would I pick you? You? Why would anyone want you? I'd rather date the guy who's face I just punched in. He's probably better looking as well." Caine then proceeded to shove Gale out of the way and walk straight for Diana. Gale watched him go and every cell in her body screamed.
Caine knelt down in front of Diana. He reached his hand out and she flinched. "Diana." She looked him straight in the eye. "Diana. I've got you." Slowly she shook her head. "Diana." It was barely audible. "Please. I won't let anything bad happen." Her gaze held. "I promise. I will protect you with everything I am." If Diana was herself she would've laughed. She didn't laugh though. She leaned forward and fell into his arms. Not like Gale had. She fell gently and into willing arms. Her face landed perfectly in the nook between his neck and shoulder. Caine wrapped his arms around her. One on her back, making small circles with his fingers. His second hand was in her hair, running his nails though gently and slowly. And they stayed like that.
No one payed any attention to them and the were in their own world. Just the two of them. That was it. "I will protect you with everything that I am."
That's when everything shattered. Literally. It was like the glass wall in the library. Everything in the room that was made of glass shattered or burst open. The bottles lined up on the tables exploded one at a time. The windows blew out onto the grass. The light bulbs burst and showered the kids with glass. People screamed and tried to shelter their heads. Caine held Diana closer and sheltered her from most if not all of the glass that could have potentially hit her.
Every eye turned to the red faced girl standing with her hands pointed at the couple hugging on the ground. Then she started screeching. "Her! The slut! What, do you think she cares about you? She doesn't give a shit whether you live or die, Caine! I'm the one who cares about you. The one who's always cared." Gale's arms were flailing everywhere. She had absolutely no control.
"I've cared about you since day one! I've loved you since day one! Do you honestly think that she will ever love you? The only person that bitch has ever cared about is herself. She's using you just as much as you used me! One day, you're going to die for that whore and she won't bat an eye. She'll fucking laugh! And you know what? I will too." Gale's voice was getting hoarse from the screaming, but it didn't seem like she was planning on stopping any time soon.
"One day, you'll both get what's coming to you and I will get fucking cramps in my stomach from laughing so much. Yeah that's right Caine, hold her tighter. Because I am going to kill her. I will bleed the bitch." Gale's face had become the mask of a distorted fun house clown. Her make-up was smudged all over her face and her eyes were wild. No one in that room doubted that threat.
Then Gale fell. Crumpled into a pile on the floor. And Drake stood behind where she used be. Fist held high in the air. There was a small line or blood from under his hairline. His eyes were having trouble focusing from being hit in the head so hard. But really, it was his head that had hit the wall.
He stalked up to where Caine and Diana were huddled. As Drake got closer, Caine detached himself from the girl and stood up, clearly preparing for a fight. When they were a meter apart Drake looked right past Caine and asked Diana a question. "Can you walk?"
She stared at him, still in shock. Diana slowly used the wall to pull herself off of the floor. As soon as she took her hands off of her support she fell to her knees. She was clearly too shaky to stand, let alone walk. Caine expected Drake to smile and leap on her like a lion would a wounded gazelle. But he didn't. He just looked at her, then looked at Caine and said, "Well?"
"Well what?" Caine spat back.
"Well, aren't you going to pick her up and take her back to her dorm? Because if you won't I will."
Caine and Drake glared at each other for a good twenty seconds before Caine knelt down, slid one arm under the backs of her knees and the other behind her back. Diana didn't bring her hands up to his neck. She just looked at Drake. In shock. In disbelief. In awe.
Caine straightened up with the girl in his arms and gave Drake one last look before turning and carrying Diana out of the staff room, up the stairs and to her room.
As soon as they left, Drake turned around to face the hundred eyes focused on him. "What? You got a fucking problem!?" And then there were no more eyes on him.
The party continued for the rest of the night and Drake had taken the broken girl out of the room and to somewhere. No one knew where. Or if they'd ever see her again.
They didn't really care.
