Through This {PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN}

I hope you like this story. It's very graphic. It may hurt some. I have written plenty of times but now its out.

Chapter 1:

I wouldn't call him a crush. He was oen of those cute guys you saw every once in a while. But being asked out on date, for the first time, I guess you can say this is the most exciting moment of my life. My very dull, lonely life. I am an only child. Which is not all bad, I don't have to wait, hear screaming, or arguing. But as for my family, it's typical. I never got to know my father, Mr. Davenport walked out of my life before I hit the big 1. My mother, her name is Wendy, she's never around. Either at work, asleep, or on a date with Phil.

Phil Walker, is my step father. He's a handsome, tall, slightly grey haired man. He's been around forever.

Since, of course, my mother wasn't home, nor was Phil. I wore a dress I worn at an 8th grade dance, some Halloween lipstick and my mother's eyeliner. It's not surprising that it still fits or the fact I'm wearing my mother's makeup. I went out my comfort zone for this date.

I waited patiently, but not a single text or phone call came through. I sank deeper and deeper into my living room couch as the sky faded into black. After hours of waiting in a big, empty house, I almost gave up. When the door bell rang my heart was beating out of my chest and the butterflies fluttered in my stomach.

My sweaty fingers touched and turned the cold lock, then onto the next lock, it wasn't as cold as the other, I turned the knob and slowly peeked out.

The devastation, it was only Phil. "Are you going to let me in?" he asked, slurring his words. He's drunk. "You look really great, Daisy. Beautiful as ever. Are you going somewhere?"

"I was supposed to, but my date skipped out on me."

"Then who's the kid waiting outside?"

I ran out. He's here. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I was completely, ridiculously happy. I have no clue why. He's just a boy. 

My hands were sweaty and my cheeks burned from smiling so much. Things were going well.

The car ride was short. Disappointment struck when he parked into the driveway of Steven Marcus' house, Joseph's best friend.

"I thought we were going out to eat." I said trying not to sound upset.

"We will be here for an hour or two. Then we will leave. Okay?" He smiled. Making me melt.

"Joe! You came!" I heard Steven holler.

Steven was intimidating. Cute but a douchebag and a bully who has picked on me since junior high. He still hadn't change. I have him for history class. Like Joseph, he is also a senior. I'm a junior with senior classes.

Being at his house made my skin crawl.

"I brought someone."

"Don't tell me its that weird, pale girl who has no friends and doesn't talk." He sighed. "Her name is something like Daisy Davenport?"

Joseph laughed. "Yeah, its her."

I wanted to stay outside and bury myself alive. But I couldn't. I followed the two into the basement. Your usual mancave. The posters of half naked women, neon beer signs, a pool table and the crystal clear flat screen tv.

"Mike, Craig, Ben, David say hi to Daisy." Steven sniffed taking a drink from his beer.

None of them said anything but turned back towards each other and talked.

That one hour turned into three hours than four. It was more likely dark out when I decided to leave. All six of them were drunk.

"I'm going to head home." I sighed. "Thanks for everything."

Sad thing is, I never made it towards those stairs. The boys surround in a circle, almost like a pack of wolves and I was the sheep. The stench of alcohol filled the air.

"You can't leave. The fun is about to start." One of them said. They grew closer.

"Can you guys give me some space?" None of the boys moved. "Seriously. Please give me space."

Joseph pulled me from behind, I could tell it is him by his cologne. He held me tightly. "Chill our, Daisy. We want to have some fun." He kissed my neck. "That's all." His right hand roamed over my stomach and he grips me between the legs. He rubs me; roughly. I do not like the feeling.

I pushed away. "I'm leaving." I gasped.

Steven pulled and threw me onto a leather sofa. That's when they tears fell and the terror hit hard.

"This isn't funny." I cried. "Let me go home."

"We will let you go if..." Steven bit his lip. 'If you let Joseph, Mike, David, Craig, Ben and I take turns on you."

"Take turns?" I ask.

"It's when we all fuck you on this sofa. Right here. Right now."

I felt my eyes widen. "No."

"No? Did you actually think you were going to come into my house wearing that short, sexy red dress and think nothing wasn't going to go down?" He laughed.