I walked all the way to Deryck's house, satisfied that he wanted to see me. I rang the doorbell and looked over my cream dress and wondered if it was too low-cut. I smoothed it down one more time before he opened the door, looking as hot as ever. His dark hair was messed up in the most adorable way, and a few pieces of it hung in his blue eyes. He wore a black shirt with the word Nirvana on it along with dark jeans.

"Hey cutie," he said, smiling at me.

"Hey." I returned the smile, a bit confused. Deryck never called me playful names.

"Missed you," he said, coming up from behind me and placing his hands on my waist.

"Missed you, too." I slid his hands down to my hips before he could move them any higher.

"Come upstairs," he suggested. "I want to show you something." He led me up to his room, grabbing my ass while I mounted the stairs.

"Deryck," I muttered in protest but a smile played around my lips.

"I can't help it if I'm horny."

"You can try."

"But it won't do me any good." I waited for him to turn the knob before going into his room. Immediately, the smell of weed brushed past me.

"You've been smoking," I stated before I could think twice.

"Mmm. You look sexy today," he replied, hugging me from behind and placing a hand on my breast.

"You really are horny."

He pulled something out of his pocket and stood in front of me.

"Look, Anastasia."

I peered into his hand and saw a condom. "So?" I said, feeling the heat rise in my face while trying to play dumb.

"You wanna?"

"No, Deryck. It's too early."

"Aww, come on. No one will know," he whispered in my ear, sending chills all over my body.

"That's not the point," I replied while he shut the door. "I find it's too early."

"I don't."

"Open the door, Deryck."

"No, I don't think I will."

"What are you talking about? Open it."

"It's not up to you, Anastasia."

"It's not up to you either!" I responded, my voice unnaturally high from panic.

He smiled a sick smile and pushed me forcefully onto the bed. "You sure?"

"This isn't like you," I protested, trying to get up but he pushed me back down.

He ignored my comment and kissed me way too hard for my liking. The straps of my beautiful dress fell, making it easy for him to slip it off.
I struggled as he tried to unclip my black bra but it came off anyway. "Don't do this," I warned, a tear rolling down my cheek. I wiped it away, refusing to cry.

"Stop struggling, you fucked up whore."
He undid his pants and his boxers slid to the floor. His hands moved to my low-riders and despite my efforts they landed next to his boxers.
He advanced on me, hair still in his icy stare. I moved back until I hit the headboard.

"You're stuck," he said, smiling.

I felt the cold ground against my bare feet. My breathing got heavier and heavier, but I kept going regardless of the pain I was in.
This is what I get for trusting someone.
My once beautiful dress was now stained with blood and torn in some areas. It kept sliding off my frail shoulders. My skin was tainted with bruises and red marks, like some kind of sick disease. There was nothing to do but keep running.
My only thought was to make it to Deryck's. I could find him, he could help me. But as I ran, I realized something: it was him that raped me.
A wave of emptiness and sadness washed over me.
I felt immune to the pain. So I lay down on the soft damp grass and stared at the dark gray sky. My hair wrapped around me and I closed my eyes, escaping the hurt of my body and grateful for death.