"You wanna go somewhere more quiet?Where we can be alone." Mark smiled as he pulled me closer to him.
I shyly nodded. He took me by the hand and led me through the crowd of the house party we were at. We went up the stairs and into what appeared to be a boys' bedroom. I walked in and took a look around. There was a desk, a book shelf and a full-sized bed centered in the middle of the room. I heard Mark close the door and a quick click of the lock.
"Why did you lock it?" I asked.
"So that way we don't get interrupted." Mark said, as he took me by the waist and pulled me closer to him.
I could smell the alcohol lingering on his breath. He's drunk, I thought to myself. A sense of fear came over me. Mark was one of the more popular boys at our school. He had shaggy blonde hair with beautiful blue eyes. He was very built and muscular. All of the girls at our school threw themselves at him. I couldn't believe he actually asked me to come to one of his friends' graduation parties with him. Jace begged me not to go with him. He said it would be a bad idea, but Mark didn't seem like a bad guy. After all, I had just turned 18, graduated and never really went out with a guy before. So I figured this would be a good opportunity to get out and live a little.
Mark pulled me to him and before I knew it, his lips had landed on mine. I had never really kissed a guy before, so I began to get a little nervous. He must have noticed because he pulled his back and said "You okay?"
"Yea..." I stuttered.
He leaned back in and we began to kiss again. This kiss was not as expected or maybe I was doing something wrong? I didn't feel the sparks or butterflies that I had read about in books. Mark kept pressing his lips harder against mine, and he forced his tongue into my mouth.I could taste the alcohol on his breath. I tried to pull away but he just held me tighter, as we fell back onto the bed. He began to move his hands from waist and up under my shirt.
"Mmm...Mark, Stop!" I said as I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him back.
"Something wrong?" He asked.
"No...I...I've just never done this before." I tried to raise up, but instead Mark put one hand on my shoulder and shoved me back down on the bed. I suddenly felt unsafe, I wanted to go home. I could feel the tension starting to rise.
"Hey," He said."It's okay, you said you wanted to have a little fun. You don't have to do anything, just be a good girl and lay there.Trust me."
Mark leaned back down and began to kiss me on the side of my neck, and took his hand slid it up my shirt, and cupped my breast. I started to panic, and tried to resist but Mark just kept going. Then I started to feel his other hand slide down to the button on my pants. I could feel the tears starting to build up in my eyes. I have to get out of here, I thought to myself.
"Mark!" I yelled.
"Shut up!" He replied as he looked me in the eyes. I wiggled one had free and smacked him dead in the face. "You b***h!" He yelled as he jerked me up by the collar of my shirt.
"Get off of me!" I shrieked.
"No!" He replied, "You're gonna lay here and take it! Whether you like it or not!"
I started to reach for my back pocket where my switch blade was that Jace had given me. I quickly yanked it out and before I knew it I stabbed him.
"Son of a b***h!" He screamed as Mark slide to the floor.
I quickly jumped up and started to run, but he grabbed me by the foot and I fell to the ground. Mark pulled me back toward him but before he could react I stabbed him again. This time I heard a gasp for air and his body fell limp on top of me. I started to panic. Was he dead? I pushed his lifeless body off of me blood was everywhere. I just sat there beside the bed in complete and total shock. I started to feel around until I found my cell in my other back pocket. I quickly started to call Jace. I was in a state of panic. My heart was racing, and I felt like I could hardly breath.
"Pick up. Please pick up." I whispered to myself as the phone was dialing my brother.
"Hello?" Jace answered.
"Jace, I'm in trouble I need help.Please help me!" I cried.