A/N: Sorry for taking like 50 years to update, I changed the story from a T rating to an M rating because of the following scene. I also changed their ages from 10-11 to 16-17.

Enjoy.

The next day, I put on a knee length purple dress with silver sleeves and a sliver hem. I put my hair into a thick French braid before applying silver eye shadow onto my eyes. After I was ready, I nervously walked to where Mike would be picking me up.

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally heard a car honk; I tried not to faint as I walked closer and closer to his brown Impala.

"Hey." He said, not looking up. I started to have an internal freak out, why wasn't he looking at me? Did he think I looked ugly? Was he guilty because he had another girlfriend?

"Hi." I said in the most cheerful voice that I could muster, trying to ignore the fact that he wouldn't even meet my gaze.

"Get in." He said a bit too coolly for my taste. I decided that I didn't want to do anything to ruin our first date so I got into the car without saying anything else.

"So, how was your day?" I asked trying to make small talk.

"Fine." Mike replied.

"What are we going to do?" I questioned.

"Wait and see."

"Give me a hint?"

Mike just grunted in reply and I turned and looked out my window, he was a lot different than he was on the internet. Maybe he was just shy though. I took out my phone to text Bebe and when I was half way through writing the message, I felt a calloused hand rip the phone out of my grasp.

"You can't just take my phone!" I shouted angrily, not caring if I ruined our first date or not.

"Hey girl, this date is so boring, I don't even think Mike is interested in me, he won't even look at me. Maybe…" Mike started reading my text to Bebe in a high pitched mocking voice.

"You can't just read other people's texts!" I said angrily reaching to get my phone away from Mike.

"You can't just send bad texts about people; you might piss off the wrong person someday." He replied angrily. I reached to grab my phone back but then felt sheer blinding pain as Mike's fist connected with my mouth.

"Get your slutty hands out of my area." He said coldly. I could feel the metallic taste of blood in my mouth; I couldn't believe I had been so stupid. I was so desperate to get Stan back that I didn't even think to get a background check done on this guy. Now I was alone in the middle of nowhere with a psychopath.

"Just take me home." I managed to choke out.

"I was nice to you, I defended you and you repay me by shit talking me to some bitch?" He spat out while taking a handful of my hair.

Tears of pain sprang up into my eyes as he pulled harder on my hair.

"Let me go please." I begged. He didn't listen though; instead he put his hands under my shirt and began to feel me up.

"Get off me you perv!" I demanded before kicking him in the stomach. My kick seemed to have no effect on him though because he didn't move an inch. He then took his fist and knocked it up the side of my head; it felt like a sledgehammer. I started to cry silently as Mike started to put his hand in my pants. This is it, I thought, I'm going to lose my virginity to some psychopath I met on a chat site. I mentally slapped myself; I couldn't believe I had been THAT stupid! I had straight A's, I was in AP classes, and yet I had broken the first rule of internet safety and look where it had gotten me. My thoughts were soon interrupted when Mike pushed a large finger inside of me.

"Stop please." I choked out, trying to ignore the pain as Mike added in another finger and moved them in me faster and harder.

"Get off me!" I then yelled, hitting him all over as he started to take off my pants all the way, it was no use though, he was much too strong.

"The fun has only just begun." Mike said pulling something out of his bag. This is it; he's going to kill me now. I thought to myself. He wasn't going to kill me though, not yet anyway, because he then ended up pulling out a dildo that looked about eight inches long. He didn't even give me a warning before he shoved it deep inside of me, I saw nothing but a bright white light and the noises around me sounded like I was underwater. I felt nothing but immense fear and pain as he shoved the dildo harder and harder in and out of me. It felt like hours before he finally pulled it out of me.

"Why?" I choked out when I could find my voice.

"Because, you messed with Stan." Mike replied. He then looked at me right in the face and I gasped when I saw who Mike really was.