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"Why did you have to wear that dress tonight?" Trenton asked, snaking an arm around my waist.

I shrugged and looked down at my green tank dress. It was cute enough, with little rhinestones around the neckline and hem. I'd paired with black ballet flats and left my hair down. I'd figured it was okay to wear to a party at Trenton's friend's house, and that was where we were going. We were walking up the long driveway to the mansion, and I could already hear the pounding bass of Dance by Big Sean.

"It's comfortable," I said. "Why? What's wrong with it?"

"It's not sexy enough," Trenton purred.

I blushed awkwardly.

"Well it's comfortable," I muttered again under my breath. Unfortunately, this happened too often.

Trenton was everything a boyfriend should be. Tall, strong, a star quarterback at his high school and almost three years older than me, with killer blue eyes and brown spiky hair. He wore too much cologne and a haughty smirk with his high cheekbones and arching eyebrows.

But, since he was so much older, he held the dominance in our relationship so he pushed me around a lot. He told me what clothes to wear, what friends to talk to, what music to like, what to say, and how to act. And sometimes I'd try to break up with him because I never felt right, but he'd just win me back by buying me a pearl necklace or new outfit.

Besides, we'd been dating exclusively for three months, and if we broke up I seriously doubt anybody would be interested. The previous guy friends I had had were scared away by Trenton when we'd started to date. He didn't want me to be friends with other guys. I hadn't so much as talked to a boy my age other than Trenton in the last three months, so I'd forgotten how to talk to them. And without flirting, how could you get a boyfriend?

"Seriously babe," Trenton continued. "You've got the hottest bod under all those clothes."

We were almost at the door when Trenton pulled me behind a bush and pushed me up against the house's wall. He pressed his hot lips onto mine so forcefully I couldn't breathe. A second later he pulled away and his lips connected with the skin on my collarbone. He started to suck the skin above my heart and his hands were all over my body.

"Trenton," I whispered as he forced me harder into the stone wall. "Please stop it."

"I was saying you had a hot body under all these clothes…How about we take some of them off?"

"No, stop," I said, trying to pull away, but he was too strong.

He reached behind me for my dress zipper, and I struggled to push him off of me. It didn't work, and he got my zipper half down.

"Trenton, seriously," I finally succeeded in getting away, and I moved about five feet from him as I zipped my dress back up. "We're in public."

He rolled his eyes and grabbed my waist. He tilted my chin up forcefully and forced me to meet his eyes.

"If I tell you to do something, you'll do it. Do you understand me?"

I tried to look away, but he just tilted my chin higher and I felt my jawbone creak.

"I said do you understand me?" He was whispering but his voice had never scared me more. It was rough and angry and snarling.

"Yes," I squeaked, and he released me. I felt tears sting my eyes as he took my hand and led me up the steps to his friend's house as though nothing had happened.

I was instantly greeted by the smell of beer, cheap perfume, and ax body spray. The smells did not match the three story mansion…The building was classy, but the people in it, apparently, were not.

Trenton waved to his dancing friends through the strobe-lit darkness. Trenton disappeared for a second, but then came back with two red plastic cups.

"Bottoms up," he handed me one and then drained his cup. I looked into mine and saw bubbly amber colored liquid.

"Trenton, this is beer…"

"No shit," was his elegant response.

"I don't drink," I handed the cup back to him, and he chugged it. Then he grabbed two more beers off the table next to us and drank those too.

"Trenton," I said imploringly. "You're driving me home."

I watched as he crushed the cups and threw them behind him, and then got handed another by a passing blonde girl. He brought it to his lips and drained it in one gulp.

"Trenton," I said again, sharply. "Please, please don't drink anymore. That's your fifth beer and we've only been here a few minutes."

"Are you telling me what to do?" Trenton drawled, grabbing my hand. "Come with me, and we'll see who's really in charge here."

He yanked my arm and pulled me up a full flight of stairs, and into a bedroom. The strobe lights and thumping music were drown out as he closed the door. I felt a cricket of fear run across my stomach.

"Now you listen and you listen good," Trenton yelled drunkenly. He staggered a little as he tried to stand straight. "If I want to drink, that's my business. You'll just close your mouth and bring me another damn beer when I say so."

I didn't reply, just looked down at my feet. This wasn't right. No necklace was worth this…I should break up with him.

"Don't you dare ignore me, girl!" Trenton shouted. "Do you hear me? You are useless, you ugly stupid slut! Useless!"

He spat on the floor and my eyes widened in fear as he came towards me.

"Useless girls like you are only good for one thing," Trenton drawled, and he pushed me down ont0 the bed.

"Don't," I tried to push him off of me, but he climbed on top of me anyway and started messing with his belt.

"HELP!" I screamed, as loud as physically possible. "SOMEBODY COME HELP ME!"

"Shut up," Trenton snarled. He had never looked uglier to me as he swore and said terrible, terrible things. His eyes were clouded, his swagger drunk, and he pressed a hand into my mouth silencing me.

"There's only one- no, two things a girl like you will ever be good for," Trenton went on. "One is getting me more beer and the other…Well, you're about to find out what the other is."

I squirmed, trying to get away.

"Do what I say!" screamed Trenton. "And stop fighting me, because I swear to God if you keep doing this I'll-"

"You'll what?" the door banged open and a boy walked in. He was blonde, and taller than Trenton, but he looked a little younger. Maybe my age or a year older.

Trenton got off of me and I stood up, gasping for breath since he'd been covering my nose and mouth.

"This is none of your business," Trenton said to the boy. "You can go."

He turned back to me. "I'm not done dealing with you, you filthy little slut. You're ugly, and you'll never be pretty. Hell, I don't even know why I put up with you. You don't even put out, and I'm sick of it. Sick of it!"

Trenton grabbed my arm and dragged me to him.

"Stop it," I said, trying to pull away. "You're hurting me, let go!"

Trenton just squeezed my wrist tighter, and I felt the bones creaking, about to break.

"Now you listen to me. You have thirty seconds to get your act together. Drink a beer, you hideous creature, and then bring me three more. Maybe after that you'll look pretty enough for me to f-"

"Excuse me," the boy came forward and pried Trenton's hand off my wrist. "Don't you dare talk to her like that."

"Go mind your own business, pretty boy."

"You're talking to a girl like that, and that is my business. Look, I don't know your story but I seriously doubt finding it out would make talking to this girl like this okay," he said. He spoke with an accent, and his eyes darted to me every few seconds as though making sure I was okay.

"Just go away," Trenton drawled, reaching for me. I cowered behind the blonde boy, even though I didn't know him. He took my lead, and stepped in front of me, shielding me from Trenton.

"Leave her be," the boy said calmly. "Or I'll call the police. It seems like you've been drinking tonight, haven't you? And I seriously doubt your little friends will be happy with you if you get them busted."

"You're here too," Trenton whispered, looking scared. Well, scared and drunk. I knew the cops scared him a lot, because he had done so many things that they could still catch him for. Assault and battery, vandalism, and disturbing the peace were just a few of his past charges.

"I'm not drinking," the blonde kid said still in that calm voice. "I live four doors away, my mum sent me down here to check this out and see if there's an adult here. Which, apparently, there isn't. The kid who owns this house's mother isn't going to be very happy when she finds out, is she?"

He took out his phone threateningly, and Trenton's eyes widened. He tried to taunt this kid, but it was obviously not working. "You don't scare me."

He laughed. "Why don't you just go tell your friends to clear out, and I'll take this girl home? I haven't had anything to drink, and I doubt she wants to get into a car with you anyway. Am I right, angel?"

I nodded and felt goose bumps. Not the creepy kind of goose bumps I got when Trenton tried to take my clothes off, but a different kind. This was more like a sweet song playing in the background of a movie or something.

I liked this kid.

"Babe," Trenton said, his eyes glazed over. "Babe, come here."

He reached out to me, but I stuck right by the blonde's side.

"Trenton, it's over," I whispered. "We're done."

Trenton rolled his eyes, and then staggered out of the room drunkenly. The blonde boy turned to me.

"Are you alright?" his voice was soft and sweet, and the way he looked at me was like magic.

"I'm fine now," I said, smiling up at him. "Thanks to you."

He grinned.

"I'm Cody," he said. "Pleasure to meet you."

It was my turn to grin.

"Hi Cody, I'm Single."

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