! TRIGGER WARNING. CONTAINS MENTIONS OF R*PE. NOT GRAPHIC, BUT FEEL FREE TO SKIP. IT STARTS WHEN LINDA GOES OUTSIDE WITH THE COLLEGE GUYS

Linda O'Shea's life had changed, and she wasn't necessarily sure if it was for the better. She was acing all her classes, that was good; but her fiancé was in another country. She sighed as she walks the New York sidewalks; she missed him. She missed how he would always kiss her cheek bone when greeting her. She missed the hand lazily rubbing her back as they stood together. She missed his eyes, his smile, his sense of humor.

"Whatever happens," she told herself, "I'm going to stay friends with the family. They're really nice and good people." Because of that determination to keep that relationship, Linda visited each one as often as she could. Usually, it was just a quick run to the nearest coffee shop, then back to school. She didn't mind, though. When her classes- which were fairly easy despite the heavy reading load- didn't have much homework that week, she'd make a point of trying to visit longer. Today, she was meeting his sister. They were going to grab a quick lunch in the cafeteria before Erin has to go back to studying.

Linda smiled at one of the students as she made her way to the library. She and Erin Reagan always met in the library, then ventured to the desired food court. Today, she sat near the book shelves, quietly reading her notes from her medical classes. She had no idea how much work those classes would be, but she knew it would all be worth it.

A tall, handsome young man in his very early twenties sat down next to her. She looked up and smiled politely.

"What're you studying? I haven't seen you around here. Maybe we could study together?"

"Oh, no. No, I don't go here. I'm waiting for a friend." Linda explained quietly, motioning towards the door. "And I'm studying nursing."

"I see. I'm Jack Boyle. And you are?"

Linda made a face of disgust, "so not interested."

"Maybe I could take you out sometime?"

"I have a boyfriend. A fiancé."

"I don't see him."

Linda frowned, this guy was becoming more and more less handsome. "He's over-" she caught herself from saying over seas. She had a feeling that if this guy knew, he'd try even harder to get to her. "Uh, over at NYU."

"He'll never know." He scooted closer to Linda.

"Yes, he will. And you need to back off."

"Why?"

"Cause he'll beat you to a pulp!"

"I'm not worried." He caressed her cheek, and she didn't hesitate to slap him. Taken aback, he temporarily was stunned, but quickly recovered. "Ohhh, you like it rough, huh?"

Linda quickly grabbed his arm, and put her hand on the back of his neck. She slammed his face into the desk twice, then angrily got up, "asshole!"

She left the guy confused, and found another student. This one looked just fine- glasses, button up shirt, pens in his pocket. "Oh yeah. This one's perfect."

"Excuse me."

The geeky guy looked up, and accidentally ripped his paper with the eraser to the pencil he was holding.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you... Could you do me a favor?"

"S-sure, pretty gir- yes, yes. I can do a favor pretty- pretty good."

Linda smiled and sat across from him, "do you know an Erin Reagan?"

"Yes, we're in a few classes together."

"Great! When she comes in here, will you tell her Linda O'Shea is outside at the picnic tables waiting for her?"

"Yes, I can do that."

"Thank you so much," Linda smiled and stood, walking angrily out of the building. She had no idea she had just met what would become her worst enemy: Jack Harmon Boyle.

*two weeks later*

Linda sat at her desk, talking over her shoulder to her roommate. "At first he was cute, but then he started hitting on me."

"I will never understand you, Linda," she shook her head. "You should be glad that guys are constantly hitting on you. That means they like you."

"But I don't like them! I like Danny," she said the last sentence almost dreamily.

"What did you do?"

"I may have smashed his face into a table."

"Linda!" The roommate, Brie, smiled widely.

"He was just so annoying! But at least it wasn't LaRue." LaRue was studying to be a psychologist, just like Brie. Linda was convinced LaRue was the one who needed a professional, instead of the future patients of his.

"Who was it?"

"Some guy named Jack Boyle."

"Not the Jack Boyle?"

"Oh, great. He's a the?" She turned to face her friend.

"He's a law student. And very popular with the ladies. And Danny did say you could see other guys. It's not like you've got a Lesley Gore thing goin'
on."

Linda smirked, "I just want to be with Danny, that's all."

"You need to get out, girl! I've got the perfect plan!"

"Brie, I'm engaged."

"So don't flirt and kiss or whatever. But that doesn't mean we can't still have fun!"

Linda shook her head as she sat on a couch. She didn't know how she let Brie talk her into this. A frat party was not her idea of a fun evening. The parties were always too loud; there was always too much alcohol; and someone almost always ended up someplace they most certainly did not want to be.

A familiar face handed her a red cup with cheap wine in it, "here you go, Sweet-cheeks."

Linda glared at him as
he sat down. "LaRue," she sighed, "I'm really not in the mood for your games."

"There are no games," he caressed her cheek, and she slapped his hand away. She began to stand up when another guy sat next to her. He put his arm around her.

"Remember me?"

Smiling, Linda answered, "yeah! You were the jerk who tried to pick me up and failed terribly!"

"The name's Jack," he handed her a new drink.

"I know that, dipwad. I also know you don't belong here," she removed his arm around her shoulder. "Have fun killing your brain cells."

"What?" LaRue mouthed, convincing Linda the music is too loud.

"Let's go outside," Jack suggested, gently leading her to the door.

"Thank you so much for showing me the exit!" Linda sneered at them. "Now I won't have to push past icky people like you!"

She took a step forward and LaRue pushed her against the wall. "Oh, we weren't helpin' you, pet."

"We were helping ourselves," Jack took her chin in his hands, gripping it tightly as he forced his tongue into her mouth.

She punched him in the stomach, but both their grips grew tighter. Realizing she needed to punch lower, she tried to wiggle away.

"Sorry, Love. But you can't do that," LaRue and Jack led her to the small garden shed, no one hearing her protests.
In the shed, she struggled to get free, kicking and screaming, sadly to no avail.

LaRue had her pinned to the work bench, his tongue going in and out of her mouth.
Linda felt her skirt being pulled up, and she squirmed once again. Suddenly, she saw a knife in the corner of her eye.

"I will use this," LaRue pressed it against her cheek. "No fussin'." He held the knife to her, all while continuing to kiss her lips.

Linda's heart started beating faster as the skirt of her dress moved past her butt.

"Oh-ho!" Jack laughed, "aren't we naughty." He scratched at where her underwear should've been.

She felt his mouth on her and she gasped, simultaneously jumping, causing herself to push into Jack's face.

"Excited, are we?" He laughed evilly as his grip on her hip tightened, sure to leave bruises.

Linda stumbled into the house, hugging herself. She was glad they didn't have intercourse with her, but they had done everything without any form of consent.

"There you are, Linda!" Brie grabbed her hand, "let's get out of here. I was wrong to take us here. These guys are nothing but jerks!" She shouted 'jerks' and pulled Linda to the car.

When she finally told the Dean of the college what the jerks did to her, she would find out that she couldn't even trust people in authoritative positions.