That Night Changed Everything

Chapter 1 I felt my hair being tugged at continuously.It was grabbed and yanked and all I could do was scream, but that did nothing. A dirty palm was shoved over my mouth and my lips, I knew, were soon to be stuck together with duct tape. He grabbed my hair. He grabbed my hair. Was on an everlasting loop in my head. A yelp of pain escaped my lips. A hand went over my lips and I was dragged to the side of the house. Gulping hard as I thought of who it could be a shiver of fear shot throughout my neck, causing the hairs on my neck to stand up. Swallowing my suddenly dry throat, and my heart beat in unison with my breathing. My abdomen tightened, my stomach churned and my hands began to shake. Sweat made its way to my forehead and caused my hair to stick to my face. An additional guy appeared and, almost simultaneously, three more guys appeared on the side of the house where I lay tied up and terrified. The grass poked my leg and my arms as I lay there on the grass. A blindfold was immediately placed over my eyes. There was an endless pit of darkness. There wasn't only one guy, there were multiple men. "Get the freaking tape man," an aggressive voice yelled angrily. My eyes were shut, a welcome darkness surrounding me. "Here." this stranger taped my mouth shut after removing his hand. "Hurry up dude," a cold, shaky voice shouted at my r****t. Tears filled my eyes as confusion crossed my face and my heartbeat pounded furiously in my chest as my breathing escalated, a physical representation of my fear. Feeling my dress being pulled up and my underwear being pulled down my leg. My naked body was spread on the grass and the wrinkled cotton of his shirt were drenched with blood, sweat and tears. While he felt pleasure, I felt pain. His hair was sweaty and he was biting his bottom lip to keep from moaning out in triumph. I felt violated and...ashamed. My virginity was gone. Torn from me by a monster who calls himself a man. "Get off her, let's go."A deep voice called ripping the monster off of me. He finally removed himself from me and walked away, but not before taking the blind fold off. He turned around fully exposing his tools for lack of a better word, and said in a alluring yet threatening voice, "I will not be gone long, my love." When he turned around I couldn't help but notice the other guys who ran off with my r****t. I stood up my legs wobbled slightly. An eruption of pain went through my legs. Tears rapidly fell from my eyes. Ripping the tape from my mouth, I cried. Throwing my dress back over my head I left my underwear where it had been thrown, not wanting it anywhere near my body after He'd touched them. I stumbled along desperate to get away from that place, the grass cool and moist against my bare feet. In the cool, night air, my breathing accelerated as the tears poured out my eyes even more. I bit my lip to stop it's trembling. My eyes grew misty, I hugged my body tightly a bitter gust lashed amongst my face. I tried not to cry anymore,they didn't deserve my tears, but one perfectly round drop edged down my numb cheek. This was my fault, I shouldn't have went for a walk. My friend told me of the dangers but I refused to listen. Standing up I shut my eyes, hatred, pain, sorrow, shame and guilt built up in my body. My beautiful white and black dress was torn and my make-up remained runny. Grabbing my right forearm and my left forearm crossing them over my chest. To keep the cold out. To protect my body. To shield myself from others' views. The chilly night breeze hits me, my hair ascended around my face as the air whipped around me. Pieces of my jet black hair become cemented to my face. I grasp my arms tighter. As I sobbed, I felt the warm hotness of grief spill from my eyes once more and slide down my trembling cheeks. Through the blur, I could see the tall trees and smell their heady aroma. My eyes squeezed shut, and a strong wave of pain hit me, working its way up from my gut to spread to the ends of my fingertips and down my withered legs. The bracken crunched under me as I lowered myself unceremoniously to the ground, curling into a tight ball of pain. I squeezed my eyes shut, and lie there. "Sweetie are you alright?"A soft voice asked me sweetly. My eyes fluttered open from her gentle touch. Shaking my head no, she picked me up and carried me bridal style. My arms stayed in my chest. My eyes became drowsy and the pain erupted through me. Shutting my eyes I fell asleep once again. "Is she alright?" a guy's voice asked, fear evident in his voice. "What happened?" Another deep, sexy, voice asked. Fluttering open my eyes, there above me were three unfamiliar face. I held in the scream that almost escaped my lips. I wasn't only frightened of them, I was terrified by these guys. My heart accelerated rapidly in fear. All of their eyes landed on mine. My eyes drifted wearily to the blonde guy, meeting his sparkling blue eyes with my own. To the right of him was a black haired guy with brown eyes. To the left of the blonde was a guy with light brown hair, and pale, ice blue eyes. My mind was starting to fail, like an engine that turns over and over, never kicking into action. I couldn't formulate a thought. Every action could lead to more pain and there was no way out of this house. No way out. "I'm Cole," The blonde said, extending his arm out for me to shake it. There presence alone hung like a threatning hail-cloud over the sprouting harvest of my mind. "I'm Dean," The light brown haired guy spoke after Cole. "I'm Xavier," The black haired guy spoke up the only one smiling. "Who are you?" I exclaimed. "What am I doing here?" I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I furrowed my brows and scooted into the corner of the couch. "Calm down please." The boys hushed and suddenly a perfectly-round tear raced down my face. They all reached out to touch me and I flinched. "Hi sweetheart, I'm Samantha, it is okay. Okay?" a woman to the back of the room said smiling showing her pearly whites telling the boys to step away from me. She hugged me gently. I did not know who she was or what she wanted from me. I winched and glanced at her confused. Nothing came out my mouth. My heartbeat accelerated as Xavier went to get me some water. "It's okay you don't have to speak, I see you've met my sons?" Samantha said smiling once again. I glanced over at the boys and wiped the few tears. "You haven't met my other ones yet?," Samantha asked wrinkles forming in her forehead. Wait, there's more, I thought. It was bad enough seeing three unfamiliar faces standing over me. "Yeah, there's five more to come, they're out wandering around somewhere." Samantha smiled and watched as Cole aggressively answered his phone. "Cassandra, no, I told you already. I dumped you yesterday for Alejandro." Cole shouting while he walked into the dinning room, vanishing from the living room. "I'm going to rest at Sasha's house." Dean smirked. Samantha rolled her eyes and laughed. "Don't use her she's a sweet girl, Hun." Samantha added and Dean chuckled before abandoning the mansion. "Want me to drive you home?" Xavier asked, his voice cracking. He coughed and his mom gave him a dissatisfying look. My eyes widened. I felt the tears spring into my eyes. Home? I didn't have a home. I ran away from home when I was 16, I've been homeless for two years. Living under the pier in Santa Monica with my friends. Daniel, and Jazz, both of whom were also runaways. I shook my head no. Xavier nodded and I felt fear cross my eyes as Samantha walked away. "Wher-?"A peep escaped my mouth. Nothing more, nothing less. Xavier spoke up. "Upstairs on the right. Don't fall in." He chuckled softly. I added a fake smile and the fear in my eyes became heightened as Xavier grabbed my hand. He pulled me to my feet and smiled. I flinched from his touch. Why was he touching me? I crept up the velvet stairs. Holding the railing in the process. There were open doors glancing into one room. The walls are midnight blue; the bed a large round double with black satin sheets and gold pillows. There's a large chest of blond drawers, a big screen TV, computer, free setup, a mini-refrigerator, a hot water heater for coffee, a large bathtub and shower, microwave and great modern lamps to go with the midnight blue style. There's round-based chairs and the beautiful desk and utility table. The windows look out on a first-rate view--and a heater. "Something you need?" I jumped startled and turned to face this mysterious stranger. It was Xavier, I held my heart and stepped aside and walked to the bathroom across from this beautiful room. I locked the door fast. I looked in the mirror at my self. My hair was a mess, and my dress torn my slippers were dirty. Tears fell from my eyes and I collapsed on the floor. Hugging my knees tightly I rocked back and forth gently and try to make sense of my predicament; I'm in a house filled with monsters. Men. Men are monsters. I stood up and wiped the tears before holding the toilet seat and throwing up. I could feel the vomit being released from my mouth. I gag and a pile of vomit came out from my mouth. Where was I? Who were these people? Most importantly, where was Jazz and Daniel? I flush the toilet and stand up. I could feel the ache between my legs and winched as I looked in the mirror wiping my mouth. My eyes are an extremely pale-blue with a lot of white rays in the iris, and they are clear and luminous usually but at this moment they are unfocused and dull. Another tear came falls from my eye. Wiping it with a tissue I pull myself to wash my hands. There was a knock on the door. I hesitated to open the bathroom door. Apprehensive of meeting anyone new, especially a new male. The knob turned slightly, I backed up in fear. "It's me sweetheart." Samantha affirmed. I could practically feel her smile burning through the door. I unlocked it and swung the door open. In Samantha's hands were midnight blue jean shorts, a light red plaid shirt and some black converse. A comb, a brush and some make-up were on the top of the pile. "I want you to put this on and fix yourself up." Samantha smiled. "It is okay you are safe here, no one will hurt you!" She assured. How could I be so sure? "These were my daughters old clothes before she...died." Samantha glanced down before looking back up at me. "I-" I wanted to speak but I couldn't. Not after everything that has happened. I hesitantly shot my arms out backing up, I faked a smile. This wasn't my home. I don't want to wear these clothes. "I know this isn't your home and you don't know why I'm offering you these clothes. But, please there is nowhere else for you to go at the moment." She assured, shooting her hand out to rub my shoulder. I flinched stepping back. She only sighed. After I changed, I immediately got started on my hair. Combing the tangles out of it, brushing it all into a ponytail. I took the ponytail holder out so my hair curled slightly. I combed it all down. I don't belong here, I belong back home under the pier with Danny and Jazzy. I grabbed the mouth wash smelling the aurora from the vomit in my mouth. I gargaled it before spitting it out. I tossed my dirty clothes in the trash and opened the door preparing for the worst. Adreneline coursed through my system as I stepped on the first step. My heart beat in my chest, pounding, banging, trying to get out. My limbs were moving on their own. I was disconnected from everything but the ever present sound of my drumming heart. I stopped once I heard voices. "Where did you find her?" An aggressive voice forced out, sounding strained. "In an alley, and you will be polite Sebastian." Samantha stated loudly back at what I must assume to be another one of her sons. "She's pretty." It was one of the boys from earlier who had spoke. It made me uneasy and uncomfortable. "Oh is she now?" A threatening, deep voice spoke. "She really is man," Cole's voice spoke harshly. My heart accelerated once more and then I heard heavy steps. I walked down as someone walked up the stairs, the guy made no eye contact with me what so ever. He pushed past me not hard, but hard enough for me to lose my balance. "Is she really that-" All their eyes landed on me. Samantha smiled. I felt like running away, dying in a hole. Frightened, terrified and afraid. They all looked at me hungrily. I gulped hard.