A/N: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters in this chapter. The only character I own is Mark (and sometimes I wish I didn't-you'll find out why!).
WARNING: this chapter contains rape, so I've bolded the bit with rape, so if it makes you uncomfortable, you can skip it.
Read on!
Chapter Eleven: I Trusted You
I perked up at the start of the weekend. I figured going back to school was what had put me down. Also, this was the last weekend before my concert on the Thursday coming up. Therefore, I had a rehearsal, and they always made me excited.
So on Saturday, I let Alice and Rosalie dress me. Although I ended up on the line better acceptable and slutty, they persuaded me to keep it on. I think Rosalie had guessed, but was too scared to say anything incase she was wrong. I also thought that she and Alice were trying to make Edward fall in love with me-I just wondered whether they realised that if he fell in love with me, he would technically be falling in love with Raven Nightwing.
Anyway, I left my house wearing a black leather mini skirt and tall black leather boots (low heel). On top I wore a tight hot pink shirt, with long, loose sleeves in medieval style, but the conservativeness of the sleeves were cancelled out by the deep V neck plunge of the top-it went all the way down to my belly button. I still had my signature purple lipstick on, bit Alice and Rosalie outlined my eyes heavily in black and all but forced me to make my hair wavy and sexy when I "put on" my Violetta form. I wore a long, black jacket to keep from feeling to much like a prostitute.
I told Alice and Rosalie that, no, they couldn't come, because I wanted it to be a surprise for them on Thursday. As I got into my car, I felt like I had forgotten something. It wasn't 'til I arrived and the concert venue that I realised what I had forgotten, or rather, Alice and Rosalie had forgotten-my bra. Sighing, knowing I didn't have enough time to run back home and get one, I walked inside. I'll just deal with it, I thought. I'm a performer. I've had to do/wear worse things.
Rehearsal went without a problem. I sang a new song, one I made up off the top of my head;
I trusted you
With everything.
I counted on you
To let me sing.
I never imagined
You would disobey.
I never thought
You could be this way.
Trust, trust, trust.
I thought that's what I could do.
Trust, trust, trust.
That never existed between us two.
Trust, trust, trust.
It just wasn't for me and you.
I trusted you
With everything.
I counted on you
To let me sing.
I never imagined
You would disobey.
I never thought
You could be this way.
Trust, trust, trust.
I thought that's what I could do.
Trust, trust, trust.
That never existed between us two.
Trust, trust, trust.
It just wasn't for me and you.
I trusted you
I trusted in you
How could you do that
You hurt me so much
You made me feel scared
I trusted you.
Trust, trust, trust.
I thought that's what I could do.
Trust, trust, trust.
That never existed between us two.
Trust, trust, trust.
It just wasn't for me and you.
I trusted you
I counted on you.
I never imagined,
I never thought
You could be this way.
As I sang those words, it felt like I was trying to tell myself something…if only I had listened, I may have guessed.
Once rehearsal was over, I went backstage to the room that I was to use as my dressing room. I finished setting it up so I wouldn't be rushing at the last minute on Thursday. I looked at the clothes dummy in the corner. Alice was helping me finish the outfit I was going to wear. I was going to bring it later in the week.
I felt a presence at the open door and heard it click shut. I whipped around to see Mark. I relaxed instantly.
"Hi Mark!" I said brightly. Sure he was annoying and he ticked me off easily, but he was my manager and had helped me a lot. There was no way I could hate him.
He smiled…coyly? Nah.
"You sounded really good today," he gave the unexpected compliment as thought he was giving me flowers.
I smiled, uncertainly now. "Thanks."
"No, I'm serious," Mark assured me, "you're going to sound amazing on Thursday."
"Thanks," I said again. I bent to pick up my jacket from where it had fallen off the chair I had put it on, when I felt a warm hand on my bum. Mark's hand. I jerked up, jacket in hand, so I could see him. Mark had a sly expression in his eyes.
"What was that?!" I asked, trying to remain calm and not quite succeeding.
"Oh, come on baby. You know you want this as much as I do," he said coyly.
"I don't think I do," I retorted sharply. But it was barely out of my mouth when Mark's was on mine.
His mouth moved on my lips with such an urgency and his hands were…everywhere! I hadn't been kissed by anyone in a century. And I didn't want Mark to kiss me-only Edward could kiss me.
I tried to push away, but that only seemed to excite him more. He mouthed his lips from my mouth and whispered in my ear; "you're so beautiful, Violetta. You deserve someone who can appreciate that." His hands ran down my spine until they rested at the bottom of my top. Suddenly, Mark ripped my top open and moved his mouth to my nipple. He began sucking it, while playing with my other breast with his hand.
I could have shoved him off with my vampire strength. I could have screamed for help. I could have done many things. But I couldn't. Because I froze. I couldn't do anything and the only thing I could think of was "no. this can not be happening!" and wished that I had run home to get a bra.
Mark kissed down to the top of my skirt and then lifted it up. He pulled roughly at my underwear until it came down and continued kissing there while he pulled his pants down. it was the sight of his penis that did it. He forced my legs apart and started to nudge himself in when I reacted.
I shoved him off me, screaming insults at him, while he screamed them back at me. I threw open the door screaming over my shoulder "get out! Get out, get out! I never want to see you again, you hear me?! You're fired!" And I ran.
I pulled my long jacket on as I ran, tying it so it covered my exposed breasts and tattered clothes. I ran until I was in the carpark, where I ran into open arms.
At first, I thrashed, the last pair of arms that had held me still fresh in my mind. But after a second, I went limp in Alice's arms and let all the fear, anger and sadness just flow out of me. I cried and cried and cried, wishing I had tears to cry.
I finally looked up when Alice began to lead me towards the car. I could see Rosalie in the front passenger seat with a really worried expression on her face and Esme in the back, looking as though she wanted to cry to. Alice slipped me into the back seat next to Esme, who immediately enveloped me into a hug, before getting into the front and driving away.
I knew from Rosalie and Esme's faces that they knew. They knew my secret and still, they were here. They loved me, cared for me. They didn't care that I had lied and they were here with me when I needed them most.
This more than anything, made me cry harder.