Chasing Him

Chapter 1

He backed me up against the wall and grabbed my waist, passionately running his other hand down me, trailing my collarbone, down to the top of my belly button. I gasped for air as he attempted to plant another kiss on me. This is not what I wanted.

*1 hour earlier* 

I stood in front of a mirror and studied my outfit choice; I was currently at my best friend's engagement party. I had opted for a figure-hugging, deep blue velvet dress, with a plunging neckline. When I first bought it I felt confident, sexy even, but now that I looked at myself all I could see was my post-baby belly protruding from the silky material. I sighed and focused on my face instead. My dark eyeshadow accentuated my bright blue-green eyes, and I had applied blush to my deep olive cheekbones. I shifted my focus to my plump lips, which I had chosen to apply a dark red lipstick to. Finally, I focused my attention to my nose. It had always been a source of insecurity for me. Due to having a non-typical 'European' nose in a Western world had its challenges and, especially as I was mixed, I got a lot of comments when I was younger. I won't go into it, but let's just say I never fit in - I was shunned by one community for being 'too white' and then shunned by the other for not being 'white enough'. But I know that I don't have it the worst, and I tried to shake my thoughts from my mind. After peering at my reflection a little longer, I sigh again, and go to get myself a drink.

I'd been there for quite some time now, stood by the drinks table, idly chatting to strangers and occasionally drifting over to engage with familiar faces. I still hadn't seen Kiara, but I supposed she was busy hosting, or getting some 'down time' with her fiancée, Akari (yes, their names happen to be anagrams of each other if you'd noticed). Still deep in thought, I didn't notice a man approaching me. He was relatively tall, about the same height as I was in heels, and he had a kinda cocky rich guy vibe about. Personally I don't go for that, I prefer my partners to be shy, or at least quietly confident. Still, he had a charming smile that encouraged me to be open-minded when he talked to me. BIG mistake. 

'Hey, I'm Adam'. He grinned and extended his hand, and I delicately took it in mine.

'Katya'.

'Katya? That's not a pretty enough name for a girl like you.' I choked on my drink at that. it didn't piss me off, if anything it was hilarious. Did he really think that kind of s**t worked?

'Well, Adam, I'd be careful questioning parent's name choices when yours decided to name you something so generic'. I returned with a glare.

He didn't seem particularly impressed with that one. 

'Actually, my mother named me after my dad, he died 6 months before I was born, during combat.' He told me with a slight sadness in his eyes, and I felt a twinge of guilt.

'Well I'm sorry, I didn't know. But don't dish out what you can't take.' At that I turned on my heel, and walked away from him. I may have felt sorry for him, but he put himself in that position and I wasn't gonna stand around and be guilt-tripped.

After a few minutes of wandering, I eventually found the bathroom. I took time as I did my business, painfully scrubbing every last bit of the skin on my hands until they went pink. Finally, I sighed, flattening down my dress and plastered a smile on my face as I walked out the door. 

As soon as I closed the door behind me, I felt someone grab me. He backed me up against the wall, attempting to kiss me as he clutched onto my waist. Passionately, he run his other hand down me - trailing my collarbone, down to the top of my belly button. I gasped for air as he attempted to plant another kiss on me. This is not what I wanted. For a moment I felt paralysed and out of control. I wasn't responding to mystery mans advances but this didn't seem to phase him, and I didn't want to make him angry by pushing him away, I didn't even know who he was. After what felt like an eternity, I started pushing him away. He was now nibbling my ear, and I scrabbled with his hands in an attempt to get my ear away from his piranha teeth. 

'STOP' I bellowed, and even I was surprised by the volume of my voice. The man jumped back, and I saw that it was Adam.

'Literally what the f**k??? What the f**k makes you think you have the right to disrespect me, or anyone like that?' My words came out much less intimidating than I was hoping for, and I think Adam had also realised this weakness. 

'Don't you like a man of surprises?' He asked me as he chuckled, and took a step towards me again, placing his hand against the wall to block my way. This time, I tried to slip underneath his arm, but he grabbed my waist and threw me back into the wall, forcefully. I cried out.

'Please, stop' I didn't care if it was embarrassing, at this point I had to try everything I could. He was just so strong, I couldn't break free from him. I felt so weak and helpless, like there was nothing I could do expect plead with him. He wasn't receptive to my requests.

He ran his free hand up my thigh and I squirmed away from his warm hands. He slapped me.

'Stay still, don't be a little b***h'. It came out in a low grumble, lust evident in his voice. I continued to squirm. 

He slapped my thigh again and trailed his fingers further and further up my leg, until his hand was on my underwear. I thanked the gods I'd gone for plain black, the thought of him getting anymore excited made me feel sick. I started crying.

'Please, please stop, please don't' My words were barely audible and I started speaking again, hoping he would give in to my request. He interrupted me by kissing me again, drowning out my cries for help. He kept biting down on my lip, and I knew he was purposely trying to cause me pain.

In one swift motion he ripped off my underwear and promptly stuck his fingers inside me. it didn't hurt but I screamed out regardless. This time he didn't stop me, but bent his head to whisper in my ear.

'If you scream one more time I will bash your f*****g head in the wall before anyone has the chance to come running.' He hissed as he grabbed one of my hands and placed it on his crotch. I let out another sob. I knew what he wanted me to do and I was ashamed to comply. I unzipped his trousers and I could feel him, throbbing. I let out another small sob as he entered me, I just closed my eyes and waited for it to be over.

Suddenly, I heard a thwack. Adam, after all my pushing and shoving, slumped to the floor, though it wasn't my doing. I let out another bizarre, animalistic sound as I wiped my eyes. I then realised how exposed I was. My underwear was lying next to Adam, and my dress had been pushed up enough for the world to get a glorious view. If that wasn't bad enough, he'd managed to completely expose my right tit, and the majority of my other one. It might be an odd time to think this, but my left boob was my better one, and I found myself wishing that one would be exposed. I guess we fixate on the little things when confronted with trauma. I snapped out of my train of thought at this, and hastily pulled my dress into place. My eyes were still blurred from my tears and I blinked a couple times to get a look at who saved me. I was speechless.

'....fuck me..'