Chapter XII
Use and Abuse
He stopped coming over so much, but every time he saw her, he'd drag her off somewhere and they'd do it again. Was that was love was? If this was love, she wasn't sure she liked it. They went to more parties, but they were all the same. Drinking, and sometimes there were drugs, and they always had sex.
One day, they were in the back of Ethan's car on a bluff that overlooked the bay. It was a very romantic view, or it would have been...if she'd been able to see the front instead of the back. He ran his hands through her hair,"Hey Sara...I've been thinking...I've given you a lot of great gifts." She nodded and ran her fingers along the small gold chain he'd given her right after the first time they'd... She just kept nodding her head. "Well, I've been thinking..."
Sara sighed, and looked away from Catherine. "He wanted me to pose...for some pictures, just for him. He said he had a friend that was a profesional photographer. Silly me, I was thinking something along the lines of Glamour shots...obviously not. It was stupid, really.
She stood in the middle of the hotel suite. "Ethan...I don't..." He grinned that lop-sided grin at her. "C'mon, Sara, you're beautiful and there just for me." She nodded, "Well...I guess." She started to take off her top...
The other guy there, a skinny man with a camera positioned her on the bed. "Now put your hands up. That's right, you're sexy, you're gorgeous, now...yes that's it. He started taking photos. The flash made Sara's eyes hurt and she was cold...and naked. She was doing this to keep Ethan. An hour or two later, she was numb. No matter what position she was in, who else was there...who else was touching her... It was all...the same. Ethan kept watching, leering at her. He was drinking and flirting with another girl. "Just one more set of pictures, Sara." She wondered how Ethan could afford all of this...but somehow it didn't matter anymore.
Ethan stopped coming around after that. Every time he was around, he ignored her. She had dropped off his radar. Until...one day he came into her room. She jumped up, overjoyed to see him again. "ETHAN! What are you doing here!" He grinned, "Just thought I'd let you see this." He handed her a big brown envelope. She opened it up. "Ethan?" She didn't understand. He grinned again, "Turn to the center, Hot Stuff." With trembling hands, she did. The image that met her eyes... It assaulted her senses. She felt ice cold terror and fiery hot shame wash over her in overpowering waves. "Oh God...God no. Ethan you said they were just..." She sat on her bed hard. "Why?"
She looked up at Ethan. He looked the same, but he wasn't. The soft, romantic boy she thought she'd fallen in love with just wasn't there. He'd probably never been there. She'd been played. Played like a fool.
He came closer, "Why the hell not?" When his hands fell onto her thigh, she batted it away. "Get out of my room and go to Hell, Ethan." His hands clamped down on her thighs. "Now Sara, that's no way to talk to me." Her eyes widened as one of his hands went to his fly. "NO!" He clamped his free hand over her mouth and pushed her down against the bed. She bucked against him, trying to throw him off, her knee came close to hitting him where it would hurt... "DAMNIT!" He growled at her, then a hard backhand came down, catching her hard on the side of the head. "Lay there and take it like the slut you are. It isn't anything I haven't had before." He pawed at the waistband of her shorts and ripped them and her panties down. Tears started to flow down her cheeks and she continued to shake her head. He didn't care and he didn't stop.