Fallen For the Devil

That Night

The memory of that night was still as fresh as the ache in my chest.

It was my 18th birthday, I had been so excited. My friends were planning everything; all I had to do was get dressed, pick up Ashley, and head to the party at Ashton’s house.

“Kyle, son… it’s getting late,” Mom called from the doorway. She wasn’t upset I was celebrating without her, she actually encouraged it, saying birthdays were something to enjoy while I was young.

“Mom, it is my birthday,” I laughed, grabbing my jacket. “The party can’t start without me.”

She hugged me tight. “Be careful,” she said, and stepped back into the house.

“Love you, Mom,” I called over my shoulder as I got into my car and drove off toward Ashley’s.

I don’t know why I was so excited. I just was.

When I got to her house, she wasn’t waiting outside like we’d planned. I went in without knocking, she was my girlfriend, after all.

But the house was too quiet. No music, no movement… nothing.

I went upstairs.

What I saw in Ashley’s room broke something inside me. Ashley was there—but not alone. My heart dropped, my knees went slack, and I accidentally knocked over a vase. The crash of shattered ceramic woke them.

Ashley looked more shocked than I was.

“Kyle… it’s not what it looks like,” she stammered, stumbling toward me. “I...I don’t know him. I swear…”

Her words made it worse. She wasn’t just caught in a terrible misunderstanding, she was lying. And that cut deeper than any betrayal.

I didn’t say a word. I turned and walked out.

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I didn’t go to Ashton’s house after that. I knew Sophi would be there, and I couldn’t deal with anything right then. Instead, I drove straight to a club somewhere loud, somewhere I could drown out the world.

I called Ashton on the way.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” he said, his voice full of worry. “We’re on our way.”

I snorted. Stupid ? I wasn’t going to kill myself over a girl. My life was too important for that.

The club was one of Ashton’s, private, exclusive, loud. I sat in a sofa in the back with a bottle of whiskey, and for the first time that night, I let myself think.

I remembered happier moments.

“Kyle, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Ashley had told me once. “I love you. I’ll never leave you.”

That memory stung. Hard.

I punched the wall once. Then again.

Avalon sat next to me, pouring another drink. “Let’s just blow off steam,” she said gently. “Tonight we forget everything shitty and just live.”

I drank until the weight in my chest loosened a little, until the heat of anger and hurt turned into exhaustion.

As the night wore on, I started to lose control—not of morality or rage, but of sobriety. Ashton guided me to a side room to keep me from doing anything stupid.

Inside, my mind was blurry and loud.

I felt my body hot, all I wanted to do was f**k someone's daughter and have her scream my name.I felt my little friend become harder and larger every second and soon it began feeling uncomfortable, I lost control over my body and I felt myself sweating all over. All I wanted to do was have a release and soon.

Ashton helped me to a room and locked it as soon as i got in.

I saw this girl ..no it was Ashley(alcohol. taking its toll) All I wanted to show Ashley was that I was the only one for her, she belonged to me.

I moved closer and she cowered away making me angry. She just cheated on me and now she is scared of me,what the f**k does she call herself. I grabbed her and pinned her down holding her hands in one of my big ones.

"Please don't do this..."she begged , she cried and to tell you the truth, I didn't care, I didn't give a fuck.She brought it upon herself. I tore off her clothes, she had to know to whom she belonged to.

"Please no..."she begged and I smirked and eased myself into her p***y ,It was much tighter than before but guess what ? I didn't care. I pounded her so hard, so rough. She screamed ! , she cried, she begged but all I cared about was my release.I don't know if she fell unconscious before or after my release.