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Chapter 7: A Dangerous Party

Piper stood in a corner of the room, glass in hand. Shelia and Darryl were dancing and Leo was already twenty minutes late. She guessed his lab ran over, but she was beginning to worry.

She smiled whenever she thought about Leo. He was the last kind of person she expected to see herself with. He was one of those confident, hot guys that most girls chased after. But when Leo was with her, he made her feel like she never had before. She would say he made her feel 'special' but that wasn't quite it.

Piper could see Kim and Kevin across the room. Something had come over Kim, making her this weird, I've-got-to-be-friends-with-everybody kind of person. It was better than having Kim make fun of her all the time, but the sudden change was scary.

Kevin made his way over to Piper, balancing two cups. "Hey," he said over the loud music. "Where's Leo?"

"He's running a little late," she yelled back.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked, surprising her.

"No thanks."

He seemed to take her answer with pleasure. He handed her one of the drinks in his hands, and she took a sip. It tasted a little funny almost bitter. "What is this?"

"I have no clue. I don't even know if I want to know." Piper just shrugged her shoulders and took another drink.

"Do you ever get homesick?" he asked.

"Just a little," she replied.

"I have some great pictures of San Francisco, if you want to see them."

Piper eyed him suspiciously. "What about Kim?"

"What about her?"

"Last time I went near a guy she liked, I ended up having a drink spilled on me."

Kevin laughed. "Don't worry. Kim's not the jealous type."

Piper could hold in her laugh.

"I take it you don't like her."

"You could say that."

"Come look at the pictures. It's nice to talk to someone from back home. Nobody else understands my San Francisco humor."

Piper laughed and, against her better judgment, followed him up the stairs. She felt slightly light-headed and didn't like the feeling. He led her to the first bedroom and closed the door and turned on the lights. He drug out some photos and they began looking threw them.

Fifteen minutes later, they were on the bed laughing at various photos. Kevin suddenly stood up and turned off the lights.

Piper got off the bed. "What are you doing?"

Kevin didn't answer. He just advanced on her, causing her to back up until she was against the edge of the bed. "Kevin, what are you doing?"

Once again, he ignored her question. He pushed her on to the bed and pinned her down.

"Get off of me!" she screamed and squirmed beneath his weight, but her struggle was useless. Her one-hundred and ten pound frame was nothing for his two- hundred and thirty pounds.

"Help!" she screamed. "Help me!"

Kevin put a hand over her mouth. "It doesn't matter. No one's going to hear you over the music."

Piper listened to the rhythmic thump of the music and knew he was right. No way anybody would hear her. Kevin began taking off her shirt. "Please, don't," she pleaded as he slipped off her shirt.

"Please, don't," he mocked her.

His mockery sent tears to her eyes. She tried struggling, but it was no use. He was just too big.

"It'll be easier if you don't struggle," he whispered to her as he slipped her pants down to her knees. She tried struggling but he slapped her. "Stupid bitch."

"Please, don't," was all she could say. She couldn't fight him anymore. All her strength seemed to be gone. All she could do was lie there as he did what he wanted. She felt as if she were floating, another person watching this man overpower the smaller woman.

"Please, don't."

But he did.