so so so so short, im sorry. I felt like i left you guys waiting for too long. so in the 5 minutes i have before my internet dies, im uploading this:) ENJOY!

Stella::

Thomas and I sat in my room, lips locked. I had my arms around his neck, fingers running through his hair as our tongues wrestled for dominance. His arms were snaked around my waist, before I felt one leave, but I didn't pay too much attention to it, I heard a small clank of metal coming from where Thomas was sitting, and I pulled away from him, giving him a strange look. That was before I looked down and saw him un-doing his belt.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked, pulling my arms from his neck.

"Come on Stell, it'll be fun." He said, reaching out for me.

In an attempt to stand up, his arms dragged me back down and his hand went up to my chest. "Thomas, get… off of me!" I tried to scream, but it only came out as a loud voice.

"No, baby, come on. Just relax."

"Thomas, NO!" I finally managed, pushing him away from me. "I'm a virgin and we've been dating for 5 days. I'm not having sex with you!" I screeched, backing away from where we had been sitting.

"Stell, come on," He said, advancing towards me yet again. I was trapped; back against a wall, him walking towards me. I looked to my right, where the door was. I looked to my left – empty space. With Thomas only a few feet away from me, arms both on either side of my face, I looked down at his white tee shirt.

What… what was that? I wondered to myself, noticing small red droplets on his shirt, near the collar. "Thomas, what are those?" I asked, pointing to the red stains.

"Shit," he muttered quietly. "Oh, nothing Stell, just… a bloody nose earlier." He said, leaning forward again, but I pushed his chest back to look at his shirt.

"No… no it's not. If you had a bloody nose, even if it dripped onto your shirt, there's no way this could be it. This is more like… splatter." I said, my voice wavering and dropping in pitch as I looked back up at him. "Thomas..." I said, slowly making my way to the door. "What did you do?"

"Stell, come here, Im not gonna hurt you." He had his hands shoved deep into his pockets. "I promise."

"No… not until you tell me what happened." I said, still taking small steps backwards to the door.

"Stella, you're not trying to… leave are you?" He asked, taking a long stride to where the door was, and locked the door. "Whelp, doesn't really matter now, right?" He said with a laugh as I backed away from him, terror written all over my face.

"Tell me what happened Thomas, and unlock the goddamn door!" I said, while he approached me.

"Okay, okay, so I got into a fight and broke some kids nose, happy?" He said, still advancing towards me.

"Thomas, stay there." I said, pointing to where he was.

"Why? Do I make you nervous?" He asked, a smirk on his face as he kept walking.

No, mind you, this isn't a big room – like, I dunno, 9 by 11? So by now I was cornered, again. Thomas still had his right hand in his pocket, his left hand held my waist against the wall.

"Thomas, get off of me." I tried again, feeling helpless.

"No, don't think I will." He said, his hand sliding lower down my waist, until he got to the button on my pants which he snapped open.

"THOMAS. STOP!" I shrieked, shoving his shoulders back, getting him off of me… well, attempting to.

"Stella, hold still. I don't want to hurt you." He said, wrapping his left arm around my back, attempting to un-clasp my bra.

"NO" I shrieked again, and with all my strength, kicked him in the balls, pushed him aside and ran for the door. I reached the door in a few strides and tried un-locking it and opening the door, but found myself unable to. Something was blocking the way. "HELP!" I screamed, pounding on the door and trying yet again to open it.

"You really, really shouldn't have don't that." I heard a voice from behind me. I turned slowly to see Thomas getting up and removing his hand from his right pocket.

Blade. Blade. Why does he have a blade? Why is the blade red? Is that blood? Who the hell is this guy? Oh shit what have I gotten myself into?

"T-Thomas, wh-what the he-hell is that?"

"Oh, this?" He asked, turning the blade over in his hand. "This is just the blade I used… actually, about 20 minutes ago." He laughed slightly, head down. When he raised it back up, he had a gleam in his eye… an unpleasant gleam. "20 minutes ago… after I stabbed your best friend and hung her to dry." He laughed with his head fully raised as he began walking back towards me.

"Thomas… stop… what the hell are you talking about… stabbed my best friend and hung her to dry?"

"Olivia." He whispered, face in my neck, blade on my stomach.

My breathing hitched, my heart began racing, I broke out into a cold sweat… and that was when I felt the slice of the blade cutting a straight line through my shirt.

He was gonna rape me.

I was gonna do more with this, but i wanted it uploaded tonight - and now that i have 4 minutes before my internet dies... yeah. So, im sorry for anything cliche that went on - I hate the cliche. i really do. But anyways, hope you liked it. 5+ reviews for next chapter? hmmm? :)

xx Lexi