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Taylor:
His weight on top of me was too much. His hands were digging into my sides. I couldn't speak. My mouth couldn't form the words. I concentrated on saying 'stop', but I couldn't. The pain was too intense and I knew he slipped me some kind of drug. I could feel him between my legs, it wasn't pleasurable like he said it would be; I could feel him ripping my virginity away from me. This is not how it was supposed to be. The room was spinning. I wanted to physically slap myself for falling for his game. I could hear him, calling me names, telling me that if I just held still I wouldn't have gotten cut and none of this would've happened. I could feel the blood pooling behind my neck. I was going to bleed to death. At least the sheets were soft, silk? I felt my eyes getting heavy – but suddenly there was a light! It was a few feet away. But then there was yelling, and I instantly felt my body get light again. Someone was holding onto my hand and saying something to me. I stayed silent. Maybe if I pretended I was dead – I could hear sirens, and a loud beeping noise – where was that coming from? – I opened my eyes. The beeping was still there. I looked around the room. Bright purple walls, a bed, dresser, closet, fluffy looking rug… I had fallen asleep on the window seat. My phone alarm was going off, reminding me of my date with Aiden. He texted me saying he would be here at 5:15. I had forty-five minutes to get ready. I slowly moved my legs to the floor and put my head in my hands. I was amazed how the brain could remember such details – and oh how I wished I could rip them out. I looked around the room I was given to stay in and walked to my suitcase. I had still not unpacked any of my things. It was warm enough here, I could put on a dress and look fine. I went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My face was red and blotchy. I splashed cold water on it and watched my mascara start running down my cheeks. I didn't have time for a shower; I just washed my face quickly and got dressed. I could hear the doorbell chime downstairs and yelled for my cousin Kate to get the door. Slipping on some shoes I went down stairs. Aiden was waiting in the entry way and Kate had retreated back into her living room. I tried to put on my best face, "Hey Aiden,"
"Hey there yourself," He smiled, he was so hot, "I brought you these," I didn't even notice the flowers he was carrying. They were gorgeous orange lilies. I hugged him and told him thank you. He smelt as good as he looked. I walked to the kitchen and put them in a vase, "Kate, I'll be back later, don't wait up." She was watching what looked like Jersey Shore and put her hand up shooing me away. I grabbed my jacket and we walked out the door. Instead of a car sitting in my driveway – there was a motorcycle. A sleek black one, it could easily fit two people.
"Oh, I forgot to mention I didn't have a car. Are you alright riding on the back with me?" He seemed a little embarrassed but held out a helmet for me. This was just what I needed. Plus we wouldn't have to make awkward conversation like we would have had to do in a car. I gladly took the helmet and smiled at him widely. I instantly wished I hadn't been wearing a dress, "Um, I'll be right back. I'm sorry; I need to change into something more comfortable!"
"Oh, ha! I'll wait here, go ahead." I thanked him and ran back up to my room.
Aiden:
I watched her run back into her house and sat on my bike. I saw her light come on upstairs and started the engine. I secretly wish she would have kept that dress on… God why do I have to be such a guy? The sun was starting to set. I put my glasses on waited for her, revving the engine. She came out, tying up her hair – Thank God I had glasses on. She had changed into tight fitting jeans and a very deep low cut tee shirt, and black boots. She slipped the helmet over her head and climbed on behind me. I looked behind me – she was holding onto the sides of her seat. I held out my hand for hers and wrapped them around my waist. I felt her body start to relax into my back. I yelled at her over the engine, asking if she was ready. I assumed she said yes, I couldn't really hear her through my helmet. I backed us out of the driveway and off we were. I tried to breathe, though she was kind of making it difficult. Her hands had moved up a little higher and were tight around my chest; her legs were pushing into mine. I didn't mind much actually. I would rather ride around with her like this all night instead of stopping for dinner… I wasn't going to tell her that though. I could feel her slowly start to relax and I could breathe better again. I could see the lights and the sign for my favorite barbeque pit in town up ahead. I didn't realize how hungry I was, my stomach growled. I hope Taylor didn't feel that. Her hands moved down a little bit so they were resting on the fold of my jeans. If only her hands moved a little bit farther… Oh God, snap out of it. We pulled into one of the parking spaces and I parked it and put the kick stand down. Taylor hopped off pulling off her helmet. It was almost like one of those slow motion scenes you see in movies. Her shirt came up a few inches revealing some skin between her jeans and her shirt. Her hair had come out of her pony tail and fell around her face and shoulders, and her smile – it was stunning. It got my blood pumping – Everywhere.
"That was amazing!" She jumped around like a little girl and handed me my helmet. I laughed with her, "I'm glad you had fun," I knelt down and strapped my helmet into its bag. She was leaning against my seat watching me. She had a sultry look on her face. Still kneeling on the ground, I took her hand and kissed it. Almost instantly blood rushed to her cheeks, "Well that is absolutely cute," I winked at her and she playfully slapped my shoulder. We could hear the loud pounding of country music from inside. I had kept ahold of her hand as I led her into the restaurant.