Sitting in Adam's car that's parked at the end of my street.

I lean in and kiss his lips. Unexpectedly we're all over one another, him sucking on my neck making me gasp and me pulling at his soft, silky hair.

I pull away from our make out session "Okay, stop stop," I say chuckling.

"I better go in case they're wondering where I am," I say.

We both lean in and peck each others lips and I jump out his car.

"Bye, baby," I say waving.

"Bye, beautiful," He says winking and pulls his car away and drives off.

I sigh with such happiness.

I walk in and it's 5:30pm and surely I'm going to be bombarded with plenty of questions.

I walk past the living room.

"Stop right there," I hear Damon say angrily.

I run up the stairs and into my room, just as I'm about to shut the door his shoe stops it from shutting.

Damon pushes the door open and slams it shut behind him.

"Where have you been?" He asks darkly.

"I um-I went to the library," I say scared.

"You were at the library for six hours?" He questions knowing I'm fucked.

"I um I uh..."

He strides towards me making me squeal, taking multiple steps back.

He grabs my hair pulling it to the side showing my neck.

"What's this on your neck?" He asks angrily as his finger grazes over certain areas of my neck making it sting.

What's on my neck?

Wait...Adam was sucking on my neck in the car, fuck!

"It's nothing," I say placing my hand on his to release his grip.

He just pulls on it harder making me gasp from the pain "Stop fucking around and just tell me."

"I- I burnt my neck with the-the straighteners," I say unsure.

He sighs and throws me to the ground, I land on my ass with a loud thud.

That fucking hurt.

"Scarlett Stop fucking around and tell me who gave you the hickeys!" He shouts.

"I'm not telling," I say with an attitude which makes him even more furious.

Fuck.

"So you're not going to tell me," he says frustrated.

"No," I say sharply.

"Fine then," he says and storms towards me kneeling over me he pulls my hair arching my back I gasp from the sudden pain. Just as my mouth opens he places his own over mine and slips his tongue in.

Pushing at his chest he doesn't move, he continues to fiddle with my tongue as he sucks on it.

My hands finds its way to his hair I pull on it hard he moves backwards and I'm now on top of him straddling his torso.

He releases my lips as I throw continuous punches to his face, putting his guard up he protects his face, but I'm pretty sure I caught him a couple times.

He smoothly grabs both my wrists, I look at his face to see his bottom lip is busted as blood drips from it.

I fucking hate being treated like this.

I just don't give a shit anymore.

"Let me fucking go!" I snarl at him.

He arches an eyebrow obviously surprised.

"Let me fucking go Damon!" I say and spit on his face.

I'm even surprised by my own actions.

He lets me go and straight away I feel a sharp sting against my cheek.

He slapped me.

The mother fucker just slapped me!

I grab his hair with one hand and punch his face with the other, catching him a couple of times but he spins us over and he's now on top of me.

"You fucking prick! I fucking hate you!" I shout frustrated as tears stream down my face.

I just lay there staring up at the ceiling, exhausted as he sits on top of me while I sob with my hands over my eyes.