I thought of this while writing The Day I Moved and since then it been stuck in my bed which means…I'm going to get writers block on the other story…or forget this idea. So I'll start write it while writing the other…Anyways…This chapter is M rated…I hope you enjoy…
Disclaimer: Twilight, New Moon, soon-to-be-released Eclipse, and part of Prom Nights From Hell…It's the written by the wonderful Stephenie Meyers…not me!
Chapter One
Forced
I was told it would hurt. I was told after awhile that I would love it. I was told that when it happens it would be with someone who I loved and who loved me. This, this wasn't what happened….
I had to take the job, working tables at the local club in Phoenix. I graduated, top of my class and decided to take a year off to earn money and find exactly what I wanted to be. One of my girlfriends recommended Night Zone, the coolest club within the area; they always needed a few people to work there. I took the job, busting tables, bring drinks to them. I earn lot of cash, sure a few people hit on me but I managed to shake them off. I wasn't interested in them, the I-fucking-them-then-leaving-them types.
I never had a boyfriend, never really had the time to in high school with classes and stuff, but I knew what I wanted in a guy: sweet, caring, hot—but of course—and offered to pay the bill for a change unlike Todd one of my girl's ex. And I not having a boyfriend was not only cool with me but it was cool with my mother. She set the rule of "No Dating Till I'm 16" rule pretty firmly after her and Charlie's divorce when I was young.
And that night was no different. I dresses in a push-up bra—the owner made it part of the uniform considering, he said, my chest was lucking some—a black tight baby tee, a jean mini skirt, a thong—also the owner made part of the uniform—and ballet flats since I wasn't able to walk in pumps. I waited my normal table, four tables in the far back, near the bathrooms.
Tonight a group of guys standing at the table as I took their orders, one of them was giving me a searching look. His hair was black, one loop earring in his right ear, and tribal tattoo on the right arm; a rock band shirt, and torn jeans. Most of them had the same "I'm a bad ass" look. I took their orders and headed back to the bar.
His eyes followed me to the bar and then back to the table. As I leaned forward to give the guy across the table his drink, his hand slowly slid up my leg causing myself to nearly drop the bottle and spill across the table. I slowly slid away from him as he hand went higher and walked towards the bathrooms, towards the employees' area. I saw his eyes darken in anger and follow me out.
I managed to back it out of the club, the music pounding against the walls. I smelled the sweat and I walked over towards the lockers. I choose the farthest locker away from everything because I didn't want them to see them, just like I did in P.E. when it came to changing out. There was only a bench back there and the light above flickered giving the silly thing an old and haunted look. I shook my head and went to my locker, a feeling settling into my stomach.
I opened the combo and saw myself in the small mirror that was left from the last owner of the locker. I reached for my IPod, deciding to take a break, by then they would be gone. I sat down on the bench, straddling it, and put my earplugs in. I picked a random song, closed my eyes and listen to the song.
I didn't hear them. I didn't see them. I didn't know they were there still two hands grasped mine and forced down, my back against the cool, hard wooden bench. I screamed when I saw them surrounding me, the guy who felt my leg standing in front of me a guy to his left who smirked at me, two guys taking hold of my legs while the other two held my hands down.
They removed my panties, fondled with my breasts and at the apex of my legs. Then the pain as the "leader" forced him into me. I screamed, a hand coming down on my mouth, muffling it. It hurt worst as he didn't let the pain subside. He continued, rocking hard against me. Tears flowed from my cheeks as he climaxed in me, spilling semen into me.
They weren't finished. Each took a turn. None being gentle as I thought it would have been, each leaving part of them me in. Then they tied my hands with my shirt from my locker and left. I was left there crying till Eva, one of the girls at the club who was friendly and taught me what to do, came in search for me. She screamed and rushed to me.
But there was nothing to do. I was rapped, my virginity taken.
Five weeks later, I found out I was pregnant.
Mistakes are part of the dues one pays for a full life. — Sophia Loren
Okay…time to dry tears, I know I am…It's sad to read but it does happen to millions of people. I seen some of the victims when I was volunteering in the TICU my senior year for HSTE II, along with other horrible things. Anyways…It's time to review. Tell me what you think—no flames please—and offer any suggestions or ask ANY questions. This is my 2nd fanfiction but I can take all the advice….and praise I can get, though this chapter doesn't seem to be the "praise" worthy chapter. The next chapter…is coming soon…. Ciao for now, Nollie