Save Me?

Prologue~ It's Too Late

It was close to midnight in my home town on the reservation. My mother was fast asleep from the long night of drinking. The double-wide trailer creaked with every careful step I took towards the back room at the end of the hall. The room, where it had a more careful window to open up was my target in the pitch-black darkness of the night.

I walked into the room and shut the door behind me. I could make out where the window was from the moonlight light outside. My brother’s room where it only had a bed on the floor and his stuff gone made it easier. My older brother used this window often when he would sneak out or sneak someone in. Me, still in elementary would keep her mouth shut and look away.

Breathe Rave.

After I opened the window high enough for my body to fit through, I swung my legs over the window frame. It was a good 3 feet off the ground, and I was already thinking how I’m going to get back up.

I could feel my heart beat through my ears and the weight on my chest as I started to walk through the bushes to the highway. I never did this before, why the hell am I doing this now? A rush of thoughts and scenarios came to me as I got further from the trailer. What if my mother wakes up and comes to my room without me there? Will she care enough to run out of the house and jump in the car to look for me? What if I came back and she’s waiting for me with the horse whip?

Why the hell am I doing this??

It was already too late now… I can do this. My brother did this too many times and barley got caught. This will be the only time I do something like this… will it?

The light breeze of the night made my sweat of my forehead cool. My long dark brown hair gently ticked my nose and cheeks.

I looked to the road where he was supposed to be. Squinting I could see the silver car reflecting the moonlight making it visible to the eye, a black figure moved beside it.

And there he was, Ronan Grey. When he first talked to me, I took it by surprise. I didn’t notice him at school very much but I would see him walking through the halls. He was a cute to me. You could see the outline of his muscles through his shirts, high cheekbones and an insane jaw line. Ronan was the first guy I really talked to and looked forward to seeing.

“Hey.” He said as he came into view. “Didn’t think you would actually come out.”

“To be honest, neither did I.” I blew out a breath.

Smiling, he gestured to me. “Come here.”

Hesitant I took the few steps closer to him. With arms out he pulled me to him, and just like that he made me forget what was happening. The weight in my chest lifted and all my worries drifted away in the wind.

His arms felt good, I felt protected and safe. My height was small compared to him; I barley reached his collar bone. He had power over me, and I wasn’t afraid he did. Maybe that was my mistake.

A few minutes later we were in his car. It had minty smell to it and was pretty clean. He looked much bigger and taller in the car as I sat on the other seat. He was staring at me and had that smile on his face.

Cheeks red, I felt shy all over again. “I don’t know what to say.” I said sheepishly.

“You don’t need to.” He closed the space between us, his lips instantly find mine. His hands gripped my neck while the other one was supporting himself against the window. He cowered over me making me feel smaller as he made a trail of burning kisses down my neck. My breath hitched as I became alarmed and nervous about the situation.

Breathe Rave, breathe.

I gasped as he lifted me by the waist and sat me on his lap. I was now straddling him, which made my heart jump. It doesn't feel right. Something's not right.

He grunted as he started to grind between my legs as he reached for the button on my pants.

No.

"Look I really don't want to do this." Forcing a laugh while I pushed his hands away.

"Well tell me what you’re afraid of." Amusement flashed in his brown eyes; a smile of mischief spread across his face. 

"I've never done this before."

"Just relax." No.

 His hand grabbed at my pants where the buttons were forced to open.

 My heart continued to beat through my chest, yet I couldn’t have the voice to say stop. Did I want it to stop? Or was I just over reacting?

His hands roamed my body, pinching my skin between his rough fingers. There was a lump in my throat, something that I couldn’t swallow down. I tried to relax, I truly did, but my mind was screaming at him to stop. It forced me to push at his chest, but that made him rougher as he snatched my hands and held them down.

Why the hell did I come out here…

The tears where slipping now, making it shine in the moonlight, making it more on display but that was the least of my worry. I’m not ready yet, I don’t think I ever was.

My pants where somewhere on the ground, the only thing that protected me was the thin cloth of my panty that would soon to be gone if I don’t stop this.

“Ro-… Ronan… I don’t think-“

He shushed me with his lips. It was a rough kiss that made my lips swollen pink. The grip he had on my wrists will soon turn pink, and the unpleasant color of blue will then emerge.

"Just f*****g relax." He whispered in my ear.

I don't know why I didn't fight more. I blame myself because I put myself in that situation, and I didn't do shit... Nothing at all. 

I never knew how much power he had over me until that night, he had so much he could've kept going until he could've stopped himself.

The pain is what I remembered more. He took something I could never get back, and there was always that one piece missing from me.

I don't know how long it lasted before he released on me. Blood covered the inside of my thighs and my face was red and numb from the hits. 

"Look at me." My blurry vision started to focus on him. His smile wasn't the same... so were his eyes, they were cold, not a single hint of the warmth he presented so well to me before.

In the end... He grabbed my throat and kissed me hard on lips. He cleaned me up with his extra clothes he had in the back of the car and sent me home. If I’d scream, it would have only made it worse, no one was going to believe me. I mean who would? It wouldn’t matter.