The rest of that day I stayed holed up in my room. My mom came and knocked on my door several times but I told her I wasn't feeling good.

Somewhere between the tears my body had enough and I fell asleep.

Now here I am the next day spending hours on my makeup to cover the damage my father did.

It took me several hundred times to get all the bruises and cuts on my face covered, but it was good enough, as long as you didn't get to close.

My next stop was the closet.

By the time I had pulled out every single piece of party clothing I had, I finally found the perfect outfit.

It was a black crop top in a tank top style and a sparkly gold miniskirt. I paired it with black booties and called it good.

I grabbed my phone for the first time since I called Logan last night.

I had a text from Jake giving me his brothers number. I sent him a quick thank you and texted Tyler:

Thanks for Friday.

I sent the text and decided I looked decent. I was getting ready to head out when I heard Logan's Stingray pull up.

I headed out the door, thanking god that my dad was at work.

"Hey." I gave him a cheery smile. I had to make him believe I was fine.

"Hey to you." He gave a smile back but it quickly turned to a frown, "You're wearing makeup."

"Yea. So? It's a party. Plus aren't you hosting it? Why aren't you there?" He opened the door for me.

"It doesn't start for another hour. I figured you could help me set up." My heart dropped to my stomach.

This was the last thing I wanted. I needed him to be distracted so he wouldn't ask about last night.

He pulled out of my driveway and we started for his house, "How many people are coming?"

"Eh who knows honestly. It was a public invite so anyone could've seen it and can come." He shrugged.

We pulled into a grocery store, "What are we doing here?" I asked him.

"I have to get a few things for the party. Are you coming?" We walked into the store together.

Everyone's head turned to look at him. I self consciously put my head down letting my hair fall in my face.

I felt Logan's presence get closer to me, "Head up Princess. Make them jealous. After all you are a bad girl."

Princess.

He called me Princess and didn't seem to regret it. In fact he seemed to know the exact affect it had on me because his lips turned up into a smile when I lifted my head and put on my RBF.

"Thanks." We walked into the store and grabbed some tequila, vodka, and whiskey.

"Is this all we're getting?" I questioned him.

"Yup." He popped the 'P' and walked up to the cashier, "And yes I am underage but I've got this watch."

It was like he read my mind, but then I guess that probably is a pretty basic question to ask.

The lady behind the counter rang up the alcohol, "That will be $58 dollars, can I see some I.D.?" Logan handed her his driver's license.

"Logan Wylde huh? 22 years old." She handed him his I.D. back.

Logan payed and as we turned to leave the lady called out to us, "Wait! Don't forget your receipt."

She handed him the receipt and on the back she had her number on it, "Call me if you get tired of–" she looked me up and down, "her."

"Do you want him to call you before or after you find out you have an STD?" The girl looked at me with her mouth gaping open.

Logan was trying, but failing, to hold back a laugh.

She quickly fixed her composure, "Oh yea? I bet you've never even had sex!" She spat back.

"What's wrong with that? At least I don't open my legs to every guy I make eye contact with." This time Logan couldn't keep back his laugh.

He was clutching his stomach and tears were spilling out of his eyes, causing me to roll mine, "Come on let's go Logan." I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him out of the store before we made a scene.

"That– that was the best thing I've ever seen." He was laughing so hard I thought he was going to fall.

I had only know Logan for about a week, but I still had never seen him like this. It brought a smile to my face.

"Oh please. I could've done better." I started to chuckle a little but we both got into his car and drove off.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We had 20 minutes until the party started so we were making drinks and getting the pizza from the guy, "So have you?" Logan asked out of the blue.

"Have I what?" We finished putting the pizza boxes down and double checked the drinks. The sun was setting which means the time the party started it would be dark.

"Have you ever had sex?" My body went stiff and I turned to face him.

"That's not your business to know." I turned around to go into the kitchen when he called out from behind me.

"You know it's nothing to be ashamed about if you say no." He was starting to irritate me but I held the anger in.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, "It's really none of your business so why are you so eager to find out?"

I could see all softness leave his eyes, "I'm not eager to find out anything. It's a simple question so why can't you just fucking answer it?" His voice started to raise.

"I said it's none of your fucking business." I started to yell too.

Here we were, getting along so well, and now everything is falling apart over a stupid question.

"It's a simple answer. Yes or no Daytona." His voice flat lined and he took a dangerous step towards me.

I held my ground and starred into his green eyes, "It's my life, not yours. I don't have to tell you if I don't want to."

I glared at him and he found away to close our distance even more. He looked down at me as his 6'2 figure was alot bigger than my 5'7 figure.

"I just want an answer Day, then I'll leave you alone." He continued the inspection of my face. Completely consumed by my anger I had forgotten about the beatings my dad had given me.

"What are these bruises on your face? Wait? Is that a cut?" My eyes widened a bit and I took a large step back.

"It's nothing. What bruises? I don't know what you're talking about?" I turned to leave but he grabbed my arm.

"Don't lie to me Daytona." I closed my eyes.

"You know what happened." I turned my head so he couldn't see my bruised cheek.

"Did that bastard hit you again?" He growled through clenched teeth.

I didn't answer him.

"Day." His voice became soft again and I turned to him with tears in my eyes.

"Yes. He hit me for forty five minutes. His hands hit me again and again and again. I couldn't fight back. His hits hurt, but his words hurt more. Logan I'm scared and I can't believe I'm telling you any of this, I don't even want to, you don't deserve to know any of this but I can't stop. It hurts so bad Logan." His eyes never left me the entire time I talked.

"It'll be okay Daytona. We'll call the police and tell them–."

"No! We can't call the police!" I cut him off mid sentence.

"Why the hell can't we? The police should get involved! He's abusing you Daytona. Take your shirt off." I was taken back by his words.

"Logan," I grabbed his shirt, "he told me that he would kill my mother if I told anyone Logan. Anyone. Which means if he found out that I told you, she could die. Do you see why we can't get the police involved." He sighed and rubbed his face between his hands.

Logan opened his mouth to say something else when someone walked into the house, "Yo yo wassup my dude!" Jake's voice boomed through the house.

Logan rolled his eyes, "We're going to finish this conversation later." He searched my eyes. For what, I don't know.

He reached his hands up and cupped my cheeks. He took his thumb and wiped my tears.

"You look beautiful by the way." His words and his touch made my stomach flutter.

"We're in the kitchen. Come in." Logan shouted.

Jake and Tyler walked in carrying more booze. I rolled my eyes.

"Woah are we interrupting something?" Jake wiggled his eyebrows.

"Not in the slightest." I punched Jake in the shoulder.

"Ow. Watch it Demo–" Tyler muffled his mouth and cut his words off.

"Okay. People will be here in like negative two seconds. Let's get the music going!" I shouted and we all raised something closest to us.

Tyler and Jake raised the booze in their hands, Logan raised a red Solo cup that he had filled with alcohol, I raised a slice of pizza.

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Two hours later the party was in full blast.

The house was packed. People were dancing in the living room to 'Bounce Back' by Big Sean.

I was only on my second drink of the night. I didn't want to get drunk and have a repeat of Friday night. Plus I still had the tiniest bit of a hangover.

I had just come off the dance floor and went to see if there was any more pizza when a guy smelling strongly of alcohol and B.O. put his arm around my shoulder, "Hey there good looking. Names DJ. Do you have a mirror in you pants? Because I can see myself in them."

He winked and tried to bite his lip. Hint the keyword 'tried'.

I knew all to well how these ended, so I decided to play along.

"My name's Night." I gave him a flirtatious smile and he was practically drooling.

"As in Night and Day or as in later on tonight?" He sent me another wink and I rolled my eyes in my head.

"Nope. As in your worse Nightmare if you don't get your fucking hand off me. Maybe if you actually talk to girls in a civilized manner, you could get into their pants." I fake smiled at him and went to go refill my cup.

The kitchen was almost as crowded as the living room but I elbowed my way through the crowd to where we had drinks lined up in pitchers or punch bowls.

"Water, water, water." I mumbled to myself.

Finally I found the one with water written on it.

I filled my cup only half way knowing that water can help you not get as drunk, then I downed that sucker to the last drop.

It took me only a few seconds to realize my mistake.

The taste of 'water' was replaced by the strong taste of vodka. I lifted up the water label and sure enough it said 'vodka'.

I ripped off the paper in order to save some innocent person from making the same mistake as me.

A few minutes later the vodka started to burn my throat so I rummaged in Logan's kitchen to find a Coke.

Just got to do it like the old Russians.

I decided against drinking anymore. I had already probably drank enough to kill a small child, so I did the logical thing and went out to the dance floor.

The song that was playing was cut off and 'up in this' by Blackbear was turned on instead.

Everyone went wild because it was off his new album that was just released today.

I started dancing by myself not really caring. I felt so free and I was feeling great, like nothing in the world could stop me.

*****Two hours later*****

I found myself dancing with blond hair dude and was enjoying myself. He seemed nice enough, but maybe that was because I was drunk. Again.

"What do you say we get out of here huh?I have a feeling it's about to get crazy." The guy yelled over the music.

"Thanks for the offer but I'm having a good time here." I yelled back.

"Okay. Have fun!" He turned and walked out of the house.

I continued on with my dancing when hands circled my waist and started to sway with me.

"Who are you?" I was going to yell, but since I could hear him breathing in my ear I knew he could hear me.

He man twirled me around and I was face to face with Sean.

I didn't know how to react to this.

I wanted to yell at him for abandoning me. But then I was drunk so I couldn't even remember what happened. All I had to go on was the stories from Logan.

But I was also happy because drunk me is very friendly.

"What are you doing here? I thought you lived near the Undergrounder?" We were close so there was no need for me to yell.

"I do. I got to Riverbend, but I couldn't miss the famous Logan Wylde's party." Sean kept dancing with me, not extremely dirty, but it wasn't the gentle sway we had going on earlier.

"I see Logan is famous even over there huh?" Someone walked by carrying a drink, "Whats in this?" I asked them pointing to their drink.

"Uh apple juice?" I grabbed the cup from their hands and took a sip.

"Thanks for that." The girl gave me a confused look but left.

I turned back to Sean and a smirk played on his lips.

He was hot I'll give him that. But he wasn't Logan.

Wait why am I comparing him to Logan?

"Do you want to meet some of my friends? They've been dying to meet you since Friday." He grabbed my hand and led me out back.

A group of five guys stood around the pool.

They were all around the same height and looked pretty much alike too. The only thing different was their hair colors.

"That's Matt, Jared, Lucas, William, and Jay." He pointed each guy out to me and they waved.

"Guys, this is Day." I smiled eagerly and waved back.

"Nice to meet you all." They all smiled at me and looked like kind guys.

Let me say one thing, looks are very deceiving.

William approached me first. He walked around me and whistled, "This is a fine lady you've got here Sean." He twirled my hair in his fingers.

"But I'm not with Sean." I said confused.

"Oh you're not? Does that mean your up for grabs?" The one with died blue hair walked up to me next, I think his name was Jared.

"No I'm not up for grabs either." I pouted and tried to walk away but William still had my hair in his hands and yanked me back.

"Now where did you think you were going?" Lucas got a few inches away from my face and stroked it.

"Away from you guys. I came here to enjoy myself and you're making it hard for me to do that."

"Oh but darling we came here to enjoy ourselves too. So please let us do that." Jared smiled creepily.

"Have at her boys. I don't want anything to do with her." He waved his hand and walked away.

"Sean come back! Don't leave me!" I called after him but he ignored me.

The three guys surrounded me. Matt and Jay stood in the back looking awkward.

I decided I had enough and snapped, "Listen. I have a mean right hook and you'll be introduced to it shortly if you don't let me go."

They all laughed.

Laughed.

As in they thought I couldn't take them.

"Do you not believe me?" I asked confused.

"You look like a twig. Of course we don't believe you!" They continued to laugh and it ignited something deep within me.

"Fine don't believe me. But don't say I didn't warn you." Now it was there turn to be confused.

Jared was the closest one to me so I drew my arm back and–

Nothing.

Someone had caught my elbow and wouldn't let me go, "We told you we didn't believe you."

I looked back and William had my arm in his grasp. Insert internal freak out.

"What? This can't be happening." I was switching my gaze from my elbow to William so fast I thought my eyes would fall out of their socket.

"Oh it's happening. William there, he's the captain of the wrestling team, and nationally ranked in shot put." Jared went ahead and gave me the run down of everyone.

"Lucas. Starting wide receiver for varsity." He pointed at Lucas then gestured to himself, "And moi. Starter for any sport your cute little mind could dream up. Oh and I'm an undefeated boxer."

He grinned smugly. Well that makes two of us.

"What club do you fight at?" I asked trying to mask my curiosity with pure drunkenness.

"Highrise. Why do you want to come watch my awesomeness?" He flexed his bicep.

"As if. I think if you're really that big and bad you should fight the Undergrounders champion. I hear they're undefeated too."

The stupid smile never left his face and I wish I could've just punched it off of him.

"Maybe I will. Now enough of the chit chat. Time for some fun." He glanced behind me at William.

He wrenched the arm he had behind my back to the point it was almost breaking.

I fell to the ground on my knees. My shoulder was throbbing with pain, but the last thing I wanted to do was give them that satisfaction.

I was able to endure the pain in my shoulder, but the moment that Jared sent a kick to my stomach, I knew it was over before it even started.

One big bruise sat on my stomach where my father had kicked my repeatedly.

My face pulled together in pain and a year slipped out of my eye, "Awe is Ms. Baddy crying from one kick? Poor baby. Now face up."

Lucas walked over and squeezed my face so I was looking upward towards Jared's face.

I had felt fear before, but nothing came close to what I saw when I looked him in the eye.

My breath halted and my bones froze. I'm pretty sure my heart even stopped beating for a quick second because when the beating continued it felt like it was going to leap out of my chest.

"Now be a good girl and suck it." My eyes widened in terror.

There was no way this was going to happen. I was not going to get raped. Especially not at Logan's party.

Logan.

If anyone could help me it was him.

I shook my head fast at Jared and opened my mouth to scream.

The moment I did I knew if Logan or someone else didn't come, I was dead meat.

"You little bitch." He slapped me across the face.

"Why the hell did you scream!" He slapped me again.

I glanced up at him through my tear dotted lashes, "Because I know who my friends are."

"Daytona? Where are you?" I could hear three sets of footsteps in the grass and I'm assuming Jake's voice.

"Was that you who screamed?" The voice was deeper and sounded like it belonged to Tyler.

They couldn't see me from here and I cursed Logan for having such a nice backyard with lots of tree coverage.

"You make one sound you bitch, and I'll make sure you pay." He smiled sarcastically.

"I'm always up for a challenge." Was the last thing I said before I yelled again, "Jake! Tyler!"

The sound of the footsteps increased into running. A few seconds later the boys rounded the corner and spotted us.

Jake stood there shocked. Tyler looked pissed, and Logan looked ready to kill them.

"Get your filthy hands off of her right now or I swear you will never live to see the sun again." Logan's words were laced with venom and even though I wasn't on the receiving end of that threat, I shivered anyways.

"Listen man. I was promised a good time with her. And I expect to have that promise be fulfilled. Now step aside." While Jared was talking Logan, Tyler, and Jake got closer too him.

Logan turned to leave but as soon as he did, he turned back around with a left hook.

Jared's face whipped to the left and he collapsed on to one knee in front of me.

I guess seeing their leader fall to the floor, William and Lucas headed to get Tyler and Jake.

As for the fight unfolding before my eyes, Jared got up and cocked his head to the side.

Then all hell broke loose.