Chapter 3

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(Phoebes POV) I have just finished my second day of school. Dad left this morning for Taiwan and Mom is still at work. I am at home eating my after-school snack of apples and peanut butter. Ryan and I decided he would pick me up at 10:30 tonight. The party is at his house because his parents are out of town. I am kind of nervous but also excited. When I told Ava she squealed and said, "You guys are totally going to hook up in his room." Whatever that means. After a peaceful dinner of chicken potpie my mom says she isn't feeling to well and goes to bed. I think nothing of it. My dad calls me around 8. "Hi Pheebs how was school? Did you and mom eat dinner?" "Good really uneventful actually, and yes we did, we had chicken pot pie." "Good I am glad your Mom didn't answer my calls where is she?" I tell him that she wasn't feeling well and he said to make sure I kept an eye on her and to tell Gail. Ever the over reactor, I agree and tell him that I will watch over her and that I love him. I take a quick shower to shave and wash my hair. After I go in my room and curl my hair lightly. And put on more make up then usual. I go to my closet and find the perfect dress. It is black and has a zipper down the back. It shows off my figure. I slip on a coat when I hear my phone beep. It is a text from Ryan telling me that he is here. I look in the mirror one last time before sneaking out the downstairs bathroom window. I know I won't get caught because Taylor is with Dad and he usually watches the cameras all night. Teddy told me once that you could never sneak out when Taylor is home. He also said Sawyer doesn't watch the cameras. I see Ryan parked right where he told me he would be. He gets out of the car and opens the door, but not before grabbing me by my waist and kissing me. Oh boy I was in for a treat. We pull up to his house. He lives two blocks away from my house I technically could have walked but Ryan refused. A bunch of other cars pull up. I swear half the school just started flooding into his house. He hands me a drink then smiles and wraps his arm around me as we float around the room talking to anyone and everyone. It's midnight and I have had two drinks but since this is my first time trying alcohol I feel a little fuzzy. Ryan starts to notice and takes me upstairs; he is drunk and stumbling a bit. When we walk into his room he takes our drinks and puts them on his nightstand. "Come here" he says before taking my face in his hand and pressing his lips to mine. He is very drunk. s**t. "Turn around" He mumbles against my lips. I pretend not to hear him not wanting my dress to come off. I just want to go home. He takes my hips and turns me around as he starts to kiss my neck while unzipping my dress. This can't be happening. "Stop Ryan I am not ready please stop" I push back as he keeps pulling on me. Finally I use my hips and buck them back so it hits his groin. "s**t Phoebe" he says as he backs up. "Why don't you want me?" he says slurring his words. "I'm just not ready to have s*x Ryan" I say tears filling my eyes. "Get out of my house, come back when you are ready to have s*x and be a good girlfriend," he says pointing towards the door. I run out, my dress still unzipped to my mid back. The alcohol making my brain fuzzy I don't grab my coat or shoes. I just run, needing to be home. Running out the front door I look crazy but I don't care. It is now almost two in the morning and I am running down the street barefoot in a short tight dress going home. All of a sudden car lights come from behind me. s**t who the hell is out at this time driving? I just walk normally… well I think normally hoping the car will just drive by thinking nothing of it. The car drives almost 10 feet in front of me then stops. Holy s**t that looks like… "Phoebe Grey is that you?" This can't be happening… "Phoebe what the hell are you doing" Dad screams as he runs towards me. s**t it is happening.
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