I'm sorry that what is about to happen in this fic is about to happen. I really wish that i didn't but that is how it came out. this has never happened to me and i wish it never affected anyone. this is terrible and if you are terrible offended then please don't read it. its in italics and if you don't just skip the italics.

this fic will not get better in these terms. i wish it did but it won't any time soon so i would like to say that if you really have a problem with it i would like to ask you to stop reading this fic. its not that i don't want you to but i don't want to make any one feel uncomfortable or offend anyone. so i would love to have everyone read it but only if you are comfortable.

i'm sorry about this.

She sat at the end of the bed. She waited for him to get there knowing that he would be angry. She talked to one of the guys at their school and she knew he saw. She hoped that he wasn't that mad but she couldn't be sure. She was never sure.

Feet stomped up the stairs and she curled into herself more. The door forcefully opened and he stood there. He yelled for talking to the other man. He always yelled. He didn't want her to have friends. It wasn't good for him.

She hadn't spoken as he ranted on for twenty minutes. She never spoke when he was this way. He leaned down to look her right in the eyes. "Do you want to fuck him?" He asked. She quickly shook her head. "Prove it." He then threw his hands across her cheek. She quickly brought her hand up to shield her face but was to late. She was thrown flat on the bed by the force of his hit. He climbed up on to her to hold her down. "Your going to fuck me to prove that I'm the only one you want." He brought her hands up to the zipper on his pants. She hesitated a little to long for his liking. "Do it now, you whore."

She didn't want to. But she couldn't stop him. He would get what he wanted either way. Maybe if she went a long with it he would be better. Maybe this would fix everything that had been going on. Maybe they could be the perfect couple everyone saw. Maybe the sex would fix everything.

She unzipped his pants and everything went so fast. He seemed to get to get her pants off so quickly. "You seem to be a little dry. You do want this, don't you?" He asked. But she could see the fire in his eyes. She knew the answer.

"Yes" she answered quietly. He reached over into into her bedside draw where he had put the lubricant. She had been forced to do hand jobs more than once and she knew the lube well. He put the top of the bottle inside of her and squirted it. It seemed to sting. She knew what was coming. It might be her first time but he had talked about it for a while.

He thrusted into her. She yelled out but knew that no one would help her. He didn't wait for her to get prepared, just kept thrusting. It was uncomfortable and still hurt. She could feel blood trickling down her thigh. "Work your hips, bitch. Don't make me do all the work." He yelled as he kneaded her breasts painfully. She started throwing her hips up.

Soon he ended and pulled out of her. He laid back on the pillows of her now messed up bed. "Clean me off. I hate the smell of that crap." He said pointing to his soft penis. "And maybe then I will be ready for round two. Trust me..." He said forcing her head on to his penis. "You need the practice." He said with a chuckle.

Suddenly he squeezed his thighs together around her head and forced her back on to her back. He started thrusting into her mouth. He adjusted her head so he went far down her throat. She couldn't breath. She was choking.

She sat up quickly coughing trying to get away from the dream. When she finally got her breathing back she looked around at her surrounding. She was sitting in a bright yellow raft with the water pushing it further on to the clear sand. She looked at the man sleeping next to her and was immediately sick.

'Why was she sitting on a boat with a man who had been pining over her the entire boat ride.' She quickly kicked him in the stomach. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She asked loudly as he grabbed his stomach.

"What are you talking about? You should be thanking me. I saved your life." He said sitting up. "Did you kick me?" He asked trying to figure out why his stomach suddenly hurt.

"Yes. Now why are we on an island? Where is our boat?" She asked.

"There was some kind of explosion and it threw you off the boat." He looked at her head closer. "And it looks like it burnt you pretty badly too." He added raising his hand to touch her burns. She quickly slapped his hand away.

"So how do we get back to the boat?" She asked looking into the water.

"We just have to wait. I'm sure that when neither of us get our luggage they will figure out what happened. We just have to wait it out." Derek said rather calmly.

"I can't. I just can't." She said quickly. She then climbed out of the boat and walked away from it. She sat down in the sand and looked out into the ocean. She was in trouble. Major trouble.