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CHAPTER TWENTY SIX: Another Party

"Mom, we're going to the party." Oliver held his breath, waiting for her to say: no!

"Okay have fun." She called. Oliver let out his breath. He was half-relieved, half-dissapointed. They got into the car.

"So, what have you thought about Lilly?"

"I don't know..." Oliver was cut off by the car door opening beside him.

"Thanks for inviting me, and for giving me a ride." Lilly said to Janie.

"What about me?" Oliver joked.

"Thanks for being so adorable, and sweet."

Oliver flushed bright red, the scene of his betrayal fresh on his thoughts.

"Now you have to compliment me..." Lilly hinted, well flat-out told Oliver.

"You're way too good for me." He said dismally.

Lilly just let that pass. They stopped at a fairly nice house with tons of cars parked everywhere. Janie, Oliver and Lilly walked to the house, not knowing what to expect. Inside they heard loud music, people talking over the music, and lots of laughter.

LILLY'S POV:

I'm at the party right now. With Oliver. He's acting really weird lately, ever since he called me earlier. There's not many people I know here. Jake's here, but he's crowded by older girls, so I don't want to interfere. I'm a little bit nervous...okay, I'm a lot nervous. No one I know is around me. Janie dissapeared (SP) with some guy and Oliver just dissapeared (SP). All the people who are surronding me have either a cigarette or a beer bottle.

And my parents and I have had that talk. You know...the talk where smoking ruins your lungs, and beer kills people in car accidents. I crept to an empty wall, leaned back, trying to make my body fade into the wall. And that seemed to work...for a while.

Smack That started playing extremely loud, and a guy came up to me. He subtly walked towards me. At first it looked like he was heading to the snacks/refreshments table next to me; but the closer he came, the sweatier my palms became.

He looked like a sophmore, or jumior. He had messy brown hair, and a distinct chin with a rubble of a beard, which made him appear much older. His blue eyes burned to the back of my head. Just the look he gave me made my heart-rate increase at an unbelievable (SP) pace, and sent shivers up and down my spine.

I breathed quicker as he came closer, closer, closer. Until he was less than a foot away. I tried to back up, but was stopped by the wall, the dreaded wall that I had taken comfort in a few seconds earlier.

"Don't try to run." He said smoothly. I could smell a heavy-amount of alcohol on his breath. I swallowed-although I don't know what. My mouth was dry and I couldn't talk. The man pulled me closer, by putting his hands on my waist.

My feet were nailed to the floor, my lips glued together, my mind racing.

"Don't be scared." The man said. I swallowed again.

"HELP!" I cried...in my mind. But my mouth wouldn't cooperate (SP).

The man leaned in, and unglued my lips with his, forcing his tongue in. I shut my eyes hard. This isn't happening. I thought. It's just a dream. But it wasn't a dream. The kissing got more passionate, and the man ran his hands up and down my figure. Then he stopped, and pulled me up the stairs, down a long hallway, and into a dark room.

The room was apparently a guest room, it didn't look occupied. The room was silent, except for the loud echoing of my heart beat. The man continued kissing and feeling me, forcing me to move backwards. This isn't happening. I kept thinking. Not to me. I'll wake up soon. But I didn't. He pushed me onto the bed and started ripping off my clothes, and then his.

I had a sudden burst of adrenalin (SP) and I ran for the door. Then the man grabbed my wrists and swung me like a rag doll onto the bed.

"Don't make this hard." He whispered. Then we had forced sex.

I imagined Oliver bursting open the door and saving me, but he never did. Before I knew what was happening I was laying, out of breath, on the bed, alone. The man had dissapeared.

I shut my eyes hard, but that didn't stop the flwo of the salty waterfall running down my face.

Hope you liked the chapter. This was a really intense one, I couldn't control my heart beat and breath as I wrote it, and could barely stop myself from crying. Review to give me praises, and flames, and ideas. I can always use those. Luv ya,

Blue-eyedchick