His hand crept further down, stopping once he had it right where he wanted it.
My breaths were laboured as I tried to stop thinking, to stop feeling. His other hand gripping my hands together painfully to stop my resisting, I refused to look at him so instead I let the darkness that came with my shut eyes consume me.
Bad idea.
-Flashback-
"I'm just going to run to the bathroom" I practically shouted so he would hear me across the noise of screaming intoxicated teens. "Okay little bug, I'll be right here" he pecked my lips before releasing me from my embrace of being comfortably tucked into his side.
It was something I'd soon learn he did as a sign of ownership but it made me feel safe, especially when I felt so out of place here. A high school party, I never thought I'd see the day I
