Chapter 1: Wrong Door
Lily's POV
Hidden Crest villa:
Night of the birthday party
My chest burned from the harsh cold and sharp deep breaths I swallowed in a panic as I ran through thorny bushes cutting into my skin as they drew blood. I was already tired from the fatigue of standing all night, waiting on tables but the adrenaline and fear that coursed through my veins only pushed my legs to run harder. Faster. Like my life depended on it. And it did… Oh it really did.
I saw the threat in his dark eyes. The evil grin his friends had made as he stepped closer, making me bolt the moment he tried to grab my arm. All instincts in me were screaming to escape at that point. My mistake was going through the wrong door. I ran towards the back garden. Unfortunately for me, there was not a single soul in sight.
My shoes slipped on the wet pavement, slowing me down as I could hear heavy footsteps getting closer. The music from the party drowned out my screams for help. Behind me, it was replaced by laughter from the three guys running after me.
“Lily! Slow down, we just want to talk.” I hear one of them call with laughter in his voice.
I don’t. Instead I push my legs harder.
“You shouldn't have embarrassed him,” another yells. “All you had to do was say yes.”
I turn into an alley, resting my back on the wall behind me. My lungs were on fire, scorching at my chest as I took deep breaths after deep breath. I heard them follow. Three sets of footsteps that were getting too close. My legs couldn't keep up anymore.
“I said no! Leave me alone!” I yelled back.
“You see that’s the problem,” A voice drawled as I remained hidden behind a corner. “You said it like you mattered.” Who do you think you are to tell him no.”
A hand emerges from the shadows and grabs my arm, pulling me out of where I was hiding. I twist hard and elbow backward. A little pain vibrates through my elbow as it comes into contact with hard bone, a cracking sound follows immediately.
“b***h!” he swears as the pain makes him release my arm for a second.
I turn around to run again. But this time I don’t make it far before they tackle me from behind. My knee hit the floor first as my palms scraped on raw concrete, sending a sharp stinging pain. I hardly registered the pain though as I kicked in the air. Screaming until my brain vibrated with my own voice. I bit the first arm that came too close.
“Hold her down!”
I fight anyway.
I claw at faces. Slamming my heel into a chin. I hook a knee into someone’s stomach. It buys me seconds. But not enough.
For the few years I had lived as an orphan, I had learned to fight off bullies for survival. But these guys were more than just the bullies I had encountered before. They were worse. Much worse.
I felt a weight on my legs as someone's hand covered my mouth. Shaking my head violently I managed to free my mouth, biting on the skin trying to silence me. My arms flailed in every direction it could. It still wasn't enough.
“She's a fighter this one.” A voice says above me chuckles
“Relax…” He says as his breath blows hot in my ear. “You are only making it worse.”
The sound of a belt hitting the floor widens my eye, as he pulls his zipper down.
I don’t stop fighting. I couldn't. The fear I felt became thick. My throat choked up as the realization of what was about to happen dawned on me.
“Brandon? Brandon right? Please don't do this.” I begged as tears streamed down my face.
“Ohh you remember my name, I'm touched.” He chuckles in amusement, pinning my hands down above my head on the floor.
“This will teach you a lesson not to reject me next time you stupid bitch.” He spits.
“I said hold her legs down!” He commands once again.
I struggle. Trying to summon a strength I know I did not possess. But the two guys with him, each one pinned a leg down.
“You will regret this.” I said. My voice barely a whisper, hoarse from the hands choking my throat and constant screaming I had done earlier.
“I will make you pay.” I said as anger burned through me while he tore off my clothes.
They all laugh. " You? Heard you're just an orphan?” Brandon says. " How are you going to make me pay?”
"You are nothing. Just a waitress. I spend what you earn in a month on one meal. Do you even know who my parents are?” He laughs. “Hell I'm doing you a favor. Do you know how many girls want me? They would kill to be in your position”
The two guys holding my legs both nod their heads robotically with a grin. I thrash around once again as cold air hits me at the loss of my undergarments.
"Then go to them, leave me the hell alone!”
“If not for your looks I wouldn't even give you a second glance.” He spits at me.
Fear and panic clouded my vision. I tried to join my thighs together but Brandon forced a knee between them.
“Open her legs!” He yelled at them.
He pressed my hands tighter down on the cold hard floor as he penetrated me harshly. I felt blood trickle down as pain racked through me like a spear. Tearing out a scream from my lungs.
“Shut up bitch.” He says as he stuffs my own underwear inside my mouth.
All energy seemed to drain from me as I lay there limp, staring at the moon above his head. Hot tears ran down my cheeks as he continued to ram into me back and forth, while panting like a dog that was just running a marathon. My skin scraped and tore open against the harsh ground from the vigorous movements.
After what felt like hours which was just all but a few minutes. Brandon finally stands up with a sick satisfied grin on his face as he looks down at me, zipping his pants up. I simply stared at him.
“I want to have a taste of her too… who knew she was a virgin.” One of them says,
“Me too.” the other echoes.
I closed my eyes. Losing all the fight in me as I let them both have their way with me without struggling.
