This is the chapter the biggest amount of Non-con happens, once again it doesn't go too far, but if you can't read that, I will have a warning in the chapter.


The day I have been dreading finally came. I woke up Saturday to see that the skies were clear, and the sun shined brightly upon our little neighborhood. It made me sick! Why is it whenever a day I dread comes up the weather is so wonderfully perfect? It's like life was mocking my bitter mood, as if it was rejoicing in my misery.

I didn't have much time to lay in bed and pout like I planned, because soon enough my mom came barging into my room all bright eyed and bushy tailed.

"Get up lazy bones, we have a lot of work to do to get you ready for the night!" She cheered, turning the light on in my room. I groaned and turned over on my side, pulling my pillow out from under my head to place it over instead.

"Mom, the dance isn't until 6 pm, it's way to early." I grumbled, the pillow muffling my words slightly.

"Nonsense! We got to get your hair done, nails done, makeup, and then we got to see if there is any final touches to the dress to be made." She said. She grabbed the pillow out of my weak grip and tossed it across the bed.

"Now up!" She insisted, grabbing one of my arms and quite literally dragging me up and out of bed.

"Alright, alright! I'm up!" I shouted wriggling my arm out of her grasp so I can do a full body stretch.

"mom it's just a dance, I don't see why It's going to take all day for me to curl my hair, paint my nails and throw some makeup on." I said opening my closet doors to find some casual wear for the day.

"Don't be silly hun, you aren't doing it all, we are going to get it all professionally done. Your nail appointment is in an hour."

I looked over at my mom wide eyed, to see she was just checking her own nails nonchalantly, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

"Mom! It's homecoming, not a wedding! That's way too much money for a couple hours of dancing."

She waved her hand at my dismissively, "Just get dressed Robin, I don't want to be late." And with that she was out of my room. She completely ignored me, I am going to be dragged all around town, to get all this work done!

I grabbed one of my hanging pieces and screamed into it's fabric, trying to find any way possible to get out my frustrations. After I felt good and almost lightheaded, I took a deep breath and searched my closet. After a few minutes I gave that up and just opened my dresser and pulled out a plain white tee, and some capri pants.

After brushing out my hair, and all the other mundane things I do every morning I was downstairs, ready, but not really willing, to go. Mom took one look at me and pulled a face of disgust, her nose crinkling and top lip lifting up in almost a snarl.

"Mom if I am going to be dragged all over the state and back, I am going to be comfortable." I said heading to the coat closet to grab a light jacket, the mornings were a little chilly now, that we were in fall. My mom was dressed up as if she was having lunch with the leading lady, as per her new usual. She was going to regret that though, if there is a lot of moving and walking involved her heels are going to kill her feet.

"Just get to the car, we are going to be late." She huffed. I looked at her strangely as I passed her to get out the door.

"Late, I thought you said it wasn't for another hour or so, just a few minutes ago?" I asked hoping into the passenger seat of the new car Tom gifted my mother.

"Yes but we have to go to Jennings to get this done." She said, as she got into the driver seat, and started buckling herself in. Jennings was probably the closest city of sorts, about forty minutes away, give or take.

"Mom when I said drag me all over the state I was kidding." I whined.

"Oh come on Robin, there isn't anything in town for this kind of preparation! Now stop whining, this is all for you!"

'Correction, it's all for YOU.' I thought bitterly to myself as mom started up the car and backed out the driveway without even checking behind her. Luckily it was early in the morning so there wasn't really anyone else out on our street yet, but that did give me a little preview of what my day was going to be like.

My mom was kind of a scary driver; she was not cautious by any means, sometimes I think she just expects everyone to stop or move around her specifically. I had to constantly remind her to look out for things, like actually stopping for stop signs, or red lights, or making sure she looks both ways before just pulling out on a road.

I spent the entire time in the car on edge, praying to God my mom doesn't get us seriously maimed or killed in some accident. Then I sat uncomfortably while a stranger had their hands all over my hands or hair, or face.

The nails weren't too bad, besides me arguing with my mom about the length of the nails, I begged the woman just to paint them, and add nothing else. She had pity on me and told my mother how my nails were already at a beautiful length, and so healthy, that it would be a shame to do anything but paint them. My mom conceded after that, and my nails were painted a deep red to match my dress.

I wasn't as comfortable when I found out that I was in for a pedicure as well, not liking people's hands all over my feet, but I did enjoy the little soak before any of the painting. And I had to admit they did look really nice and polished.

There was a big gap between all the appointments my mother set up, since she wanted to make sure my hair and makeup looked flawless by the time of the dance. So after my nails were done and dried, my mom took me shopping for a perfect pair of heals to go with the dress. I had to do some arguing or bargaining on the height of the heal, but after a long and tedious 2 hours we did exit the store with a beautiful pair of heals to match the dress. They had open toes too, so my nice, pampered feet could shine through.

We then traveled another 50 miles to a tailors, where I just noticed my dress was laying in the backseat this entire time. I had to put the dress on and stand on this little podium while this older stern lady poked me multiple times with a little needle to get the dress to fit perfectly on my body. This only encouraged hours of picking apart my body, that my mom seemed to enjoy.

I was getting chubby, my thighs were too big. My hips were too wide, people would think I was some sort of harlot if they were flattered in any way. Why weren't my breasts as big as hers at my age, but at least they were perky. I must have died of embarrassment a thousand times over, with how much attention was brought to every aspect of my most self-conscious parts of my body.

By the end of that I was exhausted and humiliated and really did want to continue this mother daughter bonding adventure. However, it was only about half over, now we had to go way out of our way to get my makeup done by the best of the best.

That wasn't the most pleasant of experiences, in fact it went a lot like how the fitting went. My lips were somehow not thin, but not big enough for their liking. My skin wasn't clear enough, and it was hard to match my skin tone. They had to do a lot of mixing between shades to get it to match nicely. I had a feeling this may be due to the fact that my father's parents were from Spain, and his skin tone, was more akin to mocha.

My eyes were huge, and it was hard to do a pretty enough eyeshadow to go with my deep green eyes, yet not clash with the red dress. In the end they had to just opt for neutrals which didn't satisfy my mom at the time, but by the time it was all over she came around.

I was just happy that it didn't look gaudy, but the dark red lip made me feel a certain kind of way. Before we left mom bought a few products that were used on me so we can touch up when need be. After all that we traveled back to the first small city we were in to get my hair done.

Mom tried to talk me and the hair dresser into cutting it shorter, but I once again resorted to begging them not to. I was fine with a trim, but I did not want short hair. Luckily for me she also held some pity in her heart and told my mom that it would be a shame to cut off such healthy hair, and that the short looks are only temporary popular styles.

In the end my hair did get a small trim to keep it healthy, and then it was given beautiful big and loose curls. It was a long and tedious project with the amount of hair I have, but soon my dark brown hair was in luxurious curls running down my back in waves. Looking in the mirror with the makeup and hair put together I really felt Like an actress, or one of those pin up girls boys drool over.

Though mom didn't get her way in a lot of areas, I think she too was satisfied with the final look. She bought a few products once again to do some touch ups if needed by the time we got back to our small town. She also did have me pretty much wear my coat over my head all the way home to keep the wind from blowing out my curls.

Finally 8 hours, and a lot of hurt feelings later I was back at home, and mom was ushering me up the stairs to put everything together. She helped zip me up in the dress, and had me slip on the shoes as well. The heals weren't too high, but I was used to flats, so walking in them felt wrong. Mom figured I might as well start and get use to them, but after 20 minutes I was already starting to feel an ache in my toes.

Another hour or so at home, with mom touching up my lipstick, and putting a little bit more hairspray in, and coaching me on how to walk in heals the doorbell rang. The icky feeling in my stomach started up full speed as I stood at the bottom of the stairs, and watched as my mom rushed to the front door and opened it wide.

There stood one perfectly dressed Will. His Black wavy hair was gelled in a common fashion. His outfit almost looked like a tux, with the black slacks, white dress shirt and black jacket. He did wear a red vest, and a red tie that matched my dress, leaving no room to question that we were going together.

He took a step in, a big grin on his face showing off his perfectly straight teeth. He held in one hand a gift box, that mom seemed more giddy about than I was.

"Hello Robin, Mrs. Young." Will said, giving each of us a nod as mom shut the door behind him.

"Hi Will." I replied politely, with just enough sweetness to keep my mother's wrath at bay.

"I bought this for you." Will said lifting the gift box in his hand, coming closer to stand in front of me. He lifted the lid of the box revealing the pretty corsage. My mom gasped and made a show out of how beautiful and romantic the gesture was. She told him to place it on my wrist, and she stood by taking snapshot after snapshot to commemorate the moment.

I felt weird and awkward the entire time, having to pose for all the prom pictures. I steeled myself the best I could, but I felt entirely too uncomfortable when she instructed Will to place his hands on my hips and pose in front of the stairs.

Especially once Will leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"I don't think I will be able to keep my hands off you this evening. The dress looks really good on you." His voice sounded sultry, and I almost immediately broke out in goosebumps, and NOT the good kind. I wanted to get out of arms reach of this guy as soon as possible.

Mom took photo after photo of us all over the house, trying to capture the best "Moments" for memories between us. Will seemed to be enjoying the attention, standing straight, always having a hand or two on me at a time, wide smug smiles directed towards the camera.

"Alright I want a kissing scene."

"Mom! That's it, let's go Will, we are going to be late." I shouted heading towards the door, not caring if Will followed me or not. I can hear Will apologizing to my mom behind me, but ultimately agreed that we should get going. At least he gave me that decency, I really didn't want to pose a kiss Infront of a camera, and I certainly didn't want to Kiss Will Baker. What was my mother thinking!?

Once outside the house I saw the new mustang parked in our driveway and knew that was Will's car, and the dreaded night was finally happening. I didn't realize I was frozen in the driveway until Will came up behind me pressing a hand in my lower back pushing me towards his ride.

I sped up only to get his hand off of my person. Once inside the vehicle I felt even more out of place, I couldn't help but compare it to all the times I was in Ace's car. The Mustang was a flashy blue, freshly cleaned and waxed, not a blemish in sight, and the seats were a new plush leather. But it still didn't feel as comfortable nor as exciting as Ace's Black Chevy. I knew it had nothing to do with the vehicle itself, but rather the company within the vehicle, and I grew a bit sad that I wouldn't be seeing Ace at all tonight.

I asked him earlier in the week who he was going with and I was met with a laugh and scoff from him. "I don't do dances. I will be spending it like how I do all my Saturday nights."

I didn't ask him how he usually spends his Saturday nights; we were interrupted soon after by Eyeball and Beverly to get going to our last couple classes together. All I knew was Ace Merrill would not be in sight today, and I was starting to greatly miss him. The night would be at the very least bearable if I could have just one dance with him, or maybe just sit with him for a little while. He didn't seem like the dancing type so maybe I wouldn't be able to get that out of him if he was there, but we could sit at a table and point out all the drama happening around us.

"So you excited for tonight?" Will asked from behind the wheel, backing out of the driveway.

"Uh, dances aren't really my thing." I answered looking out the window avoiding eye contact. It wasn't entirely a lie, crowded areas weren't my style despite me loving to dance.

"Mine neither, maybe we can head out early after a bit." That was possibly the best idea he has ever had; I am all for cutting this "Magical" night short.

We arrived to the school in no time, and made our way to the school's gym. It was decorated of course in our school colors of Gold and navy blue, and had tables set up for when we needed a break from dancing or wanted to eat. There was a large portion of the floor open for dancing, and there was a makeshift stage set up on one side of the gym to house the live band they booked.

As soon as we entered the gym Will's arm around my shoulder tightened pulling me closer to his body, and I grew weary of the exchange. Beverly came to my rescue though almost immediately, looking like her own personal brand of doll. Her red hair in an elegant updo, and her cream-colored dress hugging her curves nicely.

"Robin! Wow you look stunning. Sorry Will, I am going to steal your date for a minute." Bev said grabbing my arm and pulling me away from his grip, not even waiting for his okay. As soon as we were out of earshot I whispered a big thanks in her ear.

" No problem, you looked like you would crawl out of your own skin if you could." She giggled, dragging me over to one of the tables where Eyeball and a few others were currently sitting. Eyeball was wearing slacks, and a nice button up, which I couldn't help but think this must be the one set of "church" clothes he would have per his mother's request.

His hair was combed, and looked nice, not a spot or smudge of dirt on his face or clothes.

"You clean up nice Chambers." I quipped taking a seat at the table.

"I could say the same for you, I bet Ace regrets not at least coming for a few minutes to get a good look at you." He countered with a smug grin, placing an arm around Beverly and giving her a Kiss on the cheek.

"Oh please, he wouldn't care to see that." I scoffed, waving him off.

"I bet he would, you look great Robin." Beverly said, placing a hand over mine of the table with a bright smile on her face.

"Not as great as you. Really Beverly you look like an angel."

"You can say that again." Eyeball chipped in, looking at her like she truly was an angel. Bev seemed to have turned the same shade as her hair, in that moment. They were awfully cute together, I was really happy for the couple, and I was glad that I thought to try to encourage them to talk more with each other.

I sat with them a little longer at the table, but I knew it couldn't last all night, Will showed up about thirty or so minutes later.

"Came to steal my date back. Excuse us." Will said, with a tight fake smile that I gotten to know well from my mother. He gripped my arm a little too tightly as he pulled me away from my comfort zone and towards the dance floor, where another group of people were standing currently with drinks in their hands.

"I don't see why you hang out with that trash." He huffed as we power walked as far away from them as we could possibly get.

"They aren't trash, they're my friends." I exclaimed, shocked he'd actually say that to my face. I nearly stopped in the middle of the floor, but his grip only increased on my arm, as he gave another big tug, to keep me following him. I didn't like being treated like a ragdoll, and it certainly didn't make me feel good that I had to keep face or otherwise cause a scene in front of all these people.

Will rolled his eyes and gave another scoff. "Friends with the help."

I stopped, and yanked my arm out of his grip. "Will!" He stopped and turned towards me, having the audacity to actually look confused.

"Don't talk about my friends like that." I said sternly, feeling like I was facing down goliath with the height difference between us, and his gorilla esc build. "Please." I added as an afterthought, a little softer now realizing what kind of damage he could do if I pissed him off.

He looked livid at first, but his face almost instantly melted into a big smile, and he placed an arm around me once more and steered me towards his group of friends once more.

"You're right, we shouldn't be arguing on our big night." He said. I kept myself from outwardly gagging at the use of "Our Big Night", as we were now being watched by the group. Some I recognized, Like Judy Phillips, Barbara Windham the one girl in class who gave me a dirty look while chatting with Ace on the first few days. The rest I either didn't recognize at all or have only seen them around the school a few times, but not enough to place names.

"Will, how'd you get so lucky?" One of the guys asked, Barbara who I see is his date for the evening gave him a firm smack to his stomach as he laughed. He was already a little tipsy it seems, must have been drinking before he got here.

"Cause I got charm Steven." Will clapped back, with a big grin, and let his hand slip to mine and pull me forward as a way to "Show off" his catch. I didn't like being paraded like this, especially in front of a few people who I know dislike me. Judy only made eye contact with me to give me a sad smile and a little wave.

"Everyone you know Robin right? Robin, this is Louis and Judy, Michael and Suzy, Steven and Barbara, and Harold and Kelsey." Will said introducing me to his little group for the night.

"Hi." I said shortly, giving a small nod to them all, and trying to keep the glare towards Harold at a minimum. I still remembered what Beverly told me about that jerk, and I wanted nothing more than to stomp on his toes now that I can see his smug little face.

"Aren't you Ace's new little tarte?" Barbara asked snottily. This is the first time she ever actually talked to me, she usually just throws Ace and I glares from across the room in Literature.

"Ace is just a friend." I said firmly, though lord knows I wish we were more than that. I wouldn't be here wondering what sins I committed in life to deserve such punishment, that's for sure.

"Let's dance!" Will shouted changing the subject swiftly, as he dragged me out to the dance floor. Though it was a bit forceful, it was necessary if I didn't want to start an all-out brawl in the gymnasium. I don't know what that girl had against me, but she needed to calm down before she gets smacked.

Will was an excellent dancer, I will give him that, but knowing it was him and not a certain blonde really did take all the magic out of the moment. I tried to act like I was enjoying myself though, no need to be a sour lemon all night.

After a few dances we ended up going back to his table to eat, much to my dismay. I tried to escape and have food with my own friends, but Will was not having any of that. He pretty much wrangled me up to get to the tables his friends occupied, and I sat down cautiously, as I saw that Barbara was still sending daggers my way.

I sat at the table quiet and pushing the food around on my plate as I half listened to the conversation going on around me. Suzy was bragging about the trip her dad has booked during Christmas vacation in a couple months, Steve was hammered by now, laughing at nothing and slurring his words, I can hardly understand him at all.

Judy and Louis announced they would be getting married soon after graduation, Louis proposed not too long ago on their anniversary and they were sure that it was what they wanted. This was one of the only times I actually spoke up to honestly congratulate Judy and Louis on the news. Judy seemed shocked at first, but she gave me a sweet smile afterwards and thanked me genuinely.

I was happy that she and Louis were doing so well, and were already thinking of the future. I just hope she loses the shitty friends because they could only cause problems in her relationships.

After we ate Will dragged me over to the dance floor once again despite me saying I was tired. My feet were starting to kill me and I wanted nothing more than to be off my feet or out of the shoes. He ignored the protests though.

"Hey we have to make the most of this night, and we need at least one slow dance." He said, before finding the spot he wanted on the dance floor. I placed my hands on his shoulders stiffly, not loving this close proximity one bit, while his hands went down to my waist.

"Quit acting so stiff, people are going to think you hate me." He whispered harshly.

' I kind of do, you big baffoon.' I thought to myself, shooting him a small glare before loosening up my arms, and taking a breath. It was just a dance and after this one I was determined to just sit in a chair the rest of the night.

After only a few seconds my thoughts were interrupted by the obvious feeling of hands slowly inching their way down to my hips and further behind me. I didn't say anything at first, I just grabbed the wandering hand and raised it back up to my waist. You would think that was a clear indication of me not wanting what he was trying to pull, but much my surprise he didn't seem to get it. I felt his other hand this time start to slide down a little faster this time, and I had to grab it before touching another part of my body I didn't want his hands on.

"Will!" I hissed yanking his hand away this time instead of putting it back on my waist. I backed away from him instantly, ending the dance, while his face contorted into an ugly snarl.

"What? I can't even touch my girlfriend?" He snarled.

"Will, this is the first time we hung out socially ever, that doesn't constitute a relationship." I shot back, crossing my arms and taking another step away from him.

"And the last thing I want is to be so publicly groped." I finished moving my hand to gesture around the crowded room.

Will kept glowering down at me for a little bit, but he soon shook his shoulders out, and straightened his clothes. His mood changes faster than mine during a special time of month, I swear it.

"You're right, I was insensitive."

I was a little shocked at him admitting his fault, but I was pleased none the less. I gave him a nod, in agreement but didn't say a word, just started to lean on one foot then the other as they were really hurting now. Will caught the movement, and ran a hand through his hair, looking around the room.

"You want to just head out early now?"

Oh finally! I was dying for this night to end even before it began. I gave him a nod, and let him lead me out the doors of the decorated gym. The walk back through the school and to his car was quiet, but I almost preferred that after tonight. I honestly couldn't think of one time anything went right, besides the few short minutes talking with Beverly and Eyeball.

He opened the car door for me this time, which was a bit odd. You'd think he'd open it at the beginning of the night, before any arguments were had, instead of the end of the night after we hardly had anything nice to say to each other. I figured maybe he was trying to make up for his foolishness though and thanked him anyway, before sliding in.

Will moved around the car, and entered through the driver side door, settling into the seat slowly. I sat in the car looking out the driver's side window at the school where the lot was completely vacant besides us in Will's car.

"So how did you like the night?"

I looked over at Will quizzically, he was slightly turned in his seat to face me better, which was a little unnerving. I thought he would have at least started his car by now.

"It could have been better." I said, not wanting to full out insult my ride home, especially while I was still in the car with him. I looked back out the window, towards the school, through the windows you could see some lights and color coming from the open doors of the gymnasium.

There was a small pause, before I felt once again something warm on my body. I looked down suspiciously at the hand that was petting my covered knee.

"Well we can still make it better." Will said in a low voice, his hand starting to slide up the end of my dress to now touch my bare knee; providing a hint of what he meant. I grabbed his wrist preventing him from going up any further.

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"Will-!"

Will was on me in an instant it felt. His lips smashing against mine sloppily, and his hand breaking free from my own to travel up my thigt. The other roughly grasping my breasts through the dress.

The panic set in almost immediately and I started to shove back against him, pushing him away, and yelling.

"Get off me Will!" I screeched, pushing his face from mine with one of my hands. He removed the hand feeling up my chest, to grab my own wrist that pushed his face away.

"What? No audience out here we can do whatever we want." He said breathlessly before shoving his face against mine again, the bridge of his nose knocking mine painfully before his lips and teeth crashed into mine once again.

I shook my head violently to keep his face off mine the best I could.

"I don't want any of this!" I screamed, and this time I felt his fingers start to skirt towards my panty line. Call it an adrenaline rush, or just plain panic, but I was determined not to stay in that car with him any longer. I reached my free hand back desperately feeling the door for what I needed.

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As soon as my hand came in contact with the handle I pulled hard, and with his body pressing into mine so roughly against the door I almost fell completely out of the car. Will fell forward as well, and while he was stunned with the movement I shoved my hand against his face harsher this time, and scrambled out from under him.

I nearly fell a couple times, just scrambling to get up on the pavement; my feet were as wobbly as that baby deer Bambi, in that cartoon I watched as a kid.

"What's wrong with you! You said you didn't want to do this in front of a crowd?" Will screamed from his car, holding the bridge of his nose. I must have hit it hard when trying to shove his face away from me the second time.

"What's wrong with me?! Will I didn't want to do anything with you period! What even made you think I'd jump your bones so quickly!" I screamed at him, backing away from the car to a safer distance.

" Why else would your parents be pushing so hard to pin you to me! Besides what's the harm in having fun a little early?"

"My mom thought you were high class, and that was it! I don't want to sleep with you Will, I don't even want to be with you, disgusting pig." I growled out, wiping a few tears away that escaped in my fear.

I didn't want to continue this discussion any longer, I didn't trust Will, and I certainly wasn't going to be playing along with my mom's game anymore. I started to walk shakily through the parking lot, leaving the school entirely.

"Where are you going? You can't just walk home looking like that Robin!" Will screamed after me.

"I'm going to tell your parents what a nasty little bitch you have been!" His scream was more distant this time.

I didn't say a word back to him, I didn't look back, all I did was reach down to take my heels off and hold them in my hand. The pavement of the sidwalk was cold against my bare aching feet and it felt wonderful right now. I decided then that I really couldn't go home at this time, I wasn't ready for this conversation with my mom. I wasn't even sure how it would go, and I wasn't willing to find out anytime soon.

So instead of heading home, I headed into the direction of the main strip of town, hoping a walk around will clear my head, and waste enough time for my mom and Tom to be in bed.

Almost as soon as I hit the main strip and started to walk down, I noticed the road beside me started to light up, and I could hear the engine of a car. I heard the small bit of gravel and leaves crunch under the wheels of the car, realizing that they were definitely slowing down as it gained on me.

I felt the panic and fear start to course through my veins all over again, but I still risked looking over my should to see exactly who was stalking me.