TW: This has sensative topics such as rape and despression. It starts dark and lightens throughout the story.

Addison finished her fourth martini. Or maybe it was her fifth. Sixth? She had lost count by now. The only number she was focused on was the number of years of marriage she had just thrown away. Her marriage was over. Over. Done. Just like that. It had been over for awhile though. Deep down she knew it. She just didn't want to admit it, she didn't want to let it go. She didn't want to let Derek go. Now she had no choice. Thanks to the damn panties. She held back her tears and threw back the rest of the drink in her glass. Her mind flooded of memories. Their love, their laughs, all the good they had. They were Addison and Derek. Were. They were no longer Addison and Derek. She was just Addison.

Just Addison. Who even was that? She didn't know anymore. She never thought she would end up like this. Alone. Alone and drunk at a bar by herself. Just completely alone. There must be something wrong with her, she thought to herself. She never had a hard time getting a guys attention, or getting him to be with her. It was keeping him that was the issues. They always left. Something about her just wasn't enough. She let a soft sigh escape her red lips. What was wrong with her?

Addison checked the time on her phone. 10:34pm. It was late enough, and she was drunk enough. She figured it was time to call it a night.

"Joe?"

The bartender smiled sweetly at her. "I already called you a cab Addie. Its waiting outside for you."

"You're the best."

Addison grabbed her purse and slid out of her seat, making her way to the door. As she walked out the door she left an arm slide around her waist. She looked at the man startled.

"Excuse me?!"

"You were wobbling, I'm just trying to help."

"My cab is right there, I think I should be fine.."

"Like I said, I'm just trying to help. You've had alot to drink tonight."

How does he know how much she had to drink. Something felt off, but her mind was too fuzzy argue. Addison simply nodded and allowed him to help her to the vehicle. "Thank you." She mumbled as she stumbled into the back seat. She could feel him sit beside her. Her brain yelled at her to protest, to push him out, but her body felt too weak and tired to do anything but fight sleep.

The ride how was a complete blur. It was like she blinked and she was at her hotel room, digging through her purse for her hotel key. Once the door was open, everything happened so fast. He suddely had Addison pushed down on the bed, his body pressed against hers. But it wasn't in the romantic way, or sensual way. It was rough, violent, and hurtful. Her drunken mind became startled sober. Her heart was pounding and her mind was filled with terror.

"Stop!"

Nothing.

"I said stop!"

Nothing.

"You're hurting me! I said no!"

Her words did nothing but encourage him more. His touch became harder, his action more violent. Addison was no longer able to move against him, her fighting only made things worse. Finally, he forced himself inside her. Her body screamed in pain, tears flooded down her cheeks. She stared at the wall, forcing her mind to be anywhere besides in that room. She wasn't sure how long it last, how long he took everything from her. Minutes, hours, it all felt the same. It felt like forever. When he was finished, he put himself together and left. Left her laying exposed and broken and alone.

Addison pushed herself to sit up, pulling the blanket over herself to cover up. She looked around the room desperately to find her purse. Phone. She needs to phone. Where the fuck was her phone?! She dragged herself off the bed and onto the floor to search further. There, under the bed. She grabbed her phone and quickly scrolled through the contacts until she found the number she needed.

Hearing the voice on the other line caused her to break down. "...I need you..."