A Date with Hell

"Are you sure I look okay?" Letty questioned Mia.

As much as Mia had tried her hardest to convince Letty that she looked smoking hot, she still wouldn't quit asking.

"Letty, I have told you five hundred million times. YOU LOOK FANTASTIC!" Mia practically screamed so that Letty would understand that she really, truly meant it.

"Okay, good," Letty said.

She continued to stare at her reflection in the mirror. It was a complete transformation. She went from Letty-I-couldn't-care-less-about-my-looks to Letty-that-really-hot-girl-down-the-street.

"I can't even begin to thank you. I owe you a big one," she said thankfully to Mia, as she slipped on her shoes.

"Don't worry about it. Letting me use you as my Barbie doll is payment enough. It's a good thing Dom isn't here to see you. He'd probably keel over and die cause you look so good," Mia said.

"I thought we didn't talk about him unless it was unavoidable."

"Sorry. My bad."

Suddenly the doorbell rang twice and Letty and Mia looked at each other.

"Omigod, he's here!" Letty whispered excitedly.

She grabbed her bag and a jacket, kissed Mia on the cheek and made her way downstairs.

Standing in the foyer was Stephen, dressed in a pair of jeans, checkered Vans and button-down. He stepped forward, kissed her on the cheek and led the way out.

xxxxxx

"I had a nice time with you," Letty said as they sat in his car.

He inched his way towards her and she wasn't stopping him.

"I had a nice time too. You're a really cool chick, Letty," he said, moving a little closer.

"Thanks. I think you're pretty cool yourself," she replied. She fiddled around with her seatbelt, trying to occupy herself.

The whole point in going out with Stephen Parks was to get her mind of Dom. Needless to say, it wasn't working and with Stephen inching closer and closer to her, she was getting nervous. Despite his good looks, he had a notorious reputation for trying to get girls to put out on the first date.

Letty wasn't that type of girl.

Stephen now had his arm around her shoulders and out of the corner of her eye she could see his hand making its way towards the top of her blouse where her white lacy bra peeked out a tad. He moved his hand a bit more so that his fingertips were touching the soft skin on her chest. Suddenly, without warning, his hand reached out to grab her breast. She squirmed, trying to get out of his hold. She managed to get his hands away from her for a split-second but he was back at it again and he quickly pounced on her, pinning her to the seat.

"Get off of me you stupid fucker!" Letty yelled, trying her hardest to get away.

He kissed her neck and despite her best efforts he managed to rip her shirt just enough so that her bra was partially exposed and he could finagle his hand past the scratchy lace and grab her in all the places he shouldn't.

"Please, get off of me!" she continued to shout.

She found herself an outlet when his eyes left her to concentrate on unzipping the fly of his jeans. Letty sucker-punched him in the nose and stumbled out of the car.

"You dumb bitch!" she heard Stephen yell as he too made his way out of the car, sopping up the blood with his button-down.

Luckily they weren't too far from Dom and Mia's. Letty stumbled unevenly down the concrete sidewalk, one of her heels had fallen off as she ran from his car.

"Mia! Mia open the door!" Letty shouted as she frantically rang the doorbell.

"Letty? What the hell happened to you?"