Warning: This chapter includes mentions of rape, slut-shaming, and has content that is very mature read at your own risk

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I see him, I see his tall built body, and the same look on his face that seems blurry in my head, but clear enough to notice that same cocky smirk.

I involuntarily gulp.

"What didn't you miss me?" He asks, I feel as though I am stuck in the past.

"No," I say, and try to bypass him, I don't get the chance, because his hand grips my upper arm, in a tight bruising grip.

"You're not going anywhere." He says, "This time I'm going to have my way with you, Parker isn't here to stop me."

He laughs, and I feel my nerves going haywire, at the thought of what he might do to me.

"Then maybe I'll call Parker up, and tell him what a slut his girl is."

"I'll get out of this," I say my words slurring, as I try to sit up, feeling my head has a ton of bricks, I have no clue why I'm saying this, I know there was a reason.

But what was it?

I suddenly feel cold and remember I'm naked.

How did I get naked?

I laugh, I'm so dumb.

"Yeah? In case you haven't realized you would be nothing without me, and you even think about finding someone else, you won't be happy." He grips my jaw tightly, I don't remember when he got in front of me but he did.

He slaps me hard across my face, "Did you hear me!"

I nod, I barely felt the slap, I think it used to hurt but maybe he's right I'm just a dumb slut who'd be nothing without him, I can't even remember if a slap should hurt.

I want to cry, at the familiar words that I've heard so many times in my life, I barely remember how many people called me that, mainly men.

Men who took me to bed, men who knew Parker, Parker's friends, and most importantly Parker.

I need to get back to Ryver and ignore David's empty threats, he won't do anything.

He's close with Parker and he won't risk it.

Those reassuring thoughts go down the drain, when I feel a harsher pull on my arm as he drags me to a bedroom close by, I try to fight him, but I'm no use to his strength.

I have no idea if he's sober, but if he has drunk anything, he hasn't shown it.

I know my only solution is to scream and hope someone will come to my rescue.

So that's exactly what I do, I scream.

Until I feel David's sleazy hand against my mouth, I go to pull it away, but I can't because one of his arms is gripping my arm, and the other he has imprisoned it in between his body and mine.

"Don't make this difficult," he says. I try to shake him off me, but I'm beginning to realize there's no way out, again.

Again, I'm trapped, again I'm a weak girl who can't protect herself and lets a man spread her legs and use her.

I should just let him, so I can leave, so I can be free.

Fighting never helps, it just makes the aftermath worse.

I'm so sick of this.

Though, when I'm suddenly on the bed, and he's pulling out a condom.

I give it one more shot and hope someone will hear me, through all the noise, that someone will rescue me, just this once.

I'm a sobbing mess, as I keep repeating the word stop, as his weight is on top of me.

His hands grip one of my boobs, and I hear the familiar groan.

"Take your clothes off, and spread your legs." Parker's voice commands from the other side of the room, I don't even try to disagree this time, knowing that he will make it less painful the less I fight.

So I do as he says, and present myself to him, fully aware of the guy in the room too, but too scared to piss off Parker. I then hear a low groan.

From who?

"Mhmm, I can see why you kept her." The guy says, Parker doesn't answer, and I'm too weak to move to see what all the rustle is about.

I hear the familiar sound of Parker pants hitting the ground, but then I hear another sound.

I raise my head as much as possible, to see the guy sitting naked in the chair, stroking himself, he groans again.

But I don't have the energy to care, Parker approaches me and I know what will happen.

But will the guy join Parker in his abuse?

I sobbed louder, at the memory, not knowing how to control the panic choking me, seeming to be taking control of my whole being.

It was so much easier when i was looped out.

I suddenly hear the sound of the door opening.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Zach's voice echoes in the room.

I feel David's body weight gone, and I gain the courage to open my eyes, shocked to see Zach having his brother pinned to the wall.

"Relax, me and Ensleey were just finishing what we started a long time ago," David says.

Zack drops his brother from his hold on him and comes over to me.

"Are you okay?" He seems hesitant to touch me, his hand is resting close to my shoulder, only a breath away but he doesn't let it fully touch me to my relief.

I only nod at not being able to do much else.

"Alright let's go." Zach says, "Should I help you?"

I realize that David hadn't had the chnace to take my clothes off which i find solace in knowing he hadn't gone far.

"I'm okay." I manage to say, he nods.

We walk out of the room, but not without Zach giving David one last glare.

"One second," Zack says leaving me in the hallway, before going to a room and giving me a bottle of water. I don't take it feeling weary. "It's sealed, you can check." He says as if reading my thoughts.

He wasn't lying, it was sealed, the water helped a bit, but I don't feel much better.

"Do you want me to tell Ryver he seemed worried?"

"No!" I said immediately.

"Ensleey-"

"He can't please," I beg, I see sympathy in his eyes, and maybe even pity.

"If you don't mind me asking what happened?" Zack asks, nervously.

"I knew him once, and he didn't like me," I say without looking at him.

I sound like a child but how would I explain this properly without coming off as pathetic to him, or maybe even a slut.

"Okay," Zack says, but from his tone of voice I can see that he is confused, but what else am I supposed to do?

He leads me down the stairs, and I spot Ryver straight away. Once we turn at the kitchen, he's standing leaning back on the counter, a worried expression etched on his face as he stares at his phone, clicking aimlessly.

"Found her, " Zack says to Ryver. "She went the wrong way, and ended up on the second floor, right Ensleey?"

I nod relieved for Zack's lie, what would I do if Ryver found out?

He'd never look at me the same way again.

Worry seeps deep to my core staring at Ryver's perfect face, he rushes toward wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling flush against him, his nose barriers in my hair, and I feel a sense of calm overseas me, in a way it never has before.

What the hell is he doing to me?

How can he make me feel so much from one touch?

It makes me wonder if I really know anything about love.

I can't believe I thought about the word love for once, without feeling nauseous.

This is all because of Ryver.

How can I not feel this way toward him, when it's like there's an invisible rope wrapped around the two of us, and every time the rope is pulled a bit, my resistant on love differs from its a path an inch.

I know sooner or later I'll surrender, and admit it to him and to me.

But for now, I'll enjoy what I have and only hope this doesn't end up in heartbreak.

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A u t h o r s N o t e

I would like to mention that the story will be getting much more mature after this, and I think that this chatpter shows that well in that sense.

I had also been wanting to question if you think I should add smut in this story?

Anyways thank you so much for reading I can't believe how many reads it has gotten.

I am very grateful for every single one of them.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and that you vote and comment.

-R.E