Ch. 4 –

"Wow, its really dark out here," Dillon remarked as he and Kryssi neared the girl's cabin. Two cabins down she could see everyone else's stuff gathered on the rickety front porch, while her few bags lay heaped against her door, alone.

"Gosh, do you guys think I have the plague or something?" she asked as she ascended the creaking steps and began fumbling with an unlit lantern.

"Nah," the blond replied with a laugh. "Miranda tried to put you in one of the ones right next to ours, but she said that they were all to messed up for you to sleep in. She said that this was the closest one she could get."

"Oh," Kryssi mumbled before cussing softly and sticking her burnt finger in her mouth. The lighter she had been trying to use clattered to the ground.

"Would you like a hand?" her companion offered as she retrieved the small blue object.

"Nah, I got it," she answered right before the light flared to life. "The second time's always the charm."

Dillon laughed as he replied, "I don't think that's how that saying goes."

While he spoke Kryssi moved to her bags, shifting them aside to unblock her door. "Yeah well it's the way I say it so whoever has a problem with it can say it to my face." Her words brought another chuckle from the eighteen-year-old.

"You know, you're kind of sexy," he said after a few minutes, leaning against one of the porch rails as he spoke.

Kryssi froze at his unexpected words, straightening up to look at him quizzically.

"Um… Thanks?" she replied uncertainly.

An awkward silence stretched between the two friends until finally the younger girl turned back to her bags.

"You know how I feel about guys and dating, Dillon," she murmured quietly as she focused solely on clearing her door.

"Yeah, but give me a chance to change your mind," he replied with a smirk before grabbing the brunette roughly by her shoulders and spinning her around to face him.

"What the hell are you doing?" she exclaimed in horror as he shoved her against the cabin's wall, using the weight of his body to pin the smaller teen. She struggled in his unexpectedly strong grasp, using her hands to try and claw at the exposed flesh of his arms and face.

"Shhh," he hushed her, his hands moving down to pin her wrists as he cut off the stream of curse words issuing from her mouth with his own lips.

"Stop!" Kryssi cried, tearing away from his forced kiss. Tears streamed down her face as she wiggled desperately in his grasp. "Let me go Dillon!"

"Come on baby," he replied huskily. She could feel him grow hard against her. "Don't be like this."

"No!" she whimpered, her eyes squeezing shut while he began to undo the buttons of her pants.

She tried to kick at him, to do anything to escape his forced attentions. But seconds later she collapsed to the rickety wooden porch as Dillon's weight suddenly vanished. Her legs curled up to her chest and sobs tore from her constricted chest. Her eyes opened and she let out a strangled scream at the sight that greeted her…