𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 (𝐄𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝)

CHAPTER 11 - PARTY'S OVER -

I gasped for air, when big hands suddenly grabbed me by my throat from behind.
Brody pressed me with my back against the hard, concrete wall and looked at me with anger in his eyes.
"Do you think this is some kind of hotel?" He hissed, quietly, probably so he wouldn't wake my mom up.
"You think, you can walk in and out of here whenever you feel like it?"
His grip got tighter around my throat.

I only saw him through blurry eyes because it was hard for me to breathe.
"I want you to go to the bathroom. Now."
He said and let go off my throat.
I started coughing hard.
I put my hand on my throat and felt the heat on it.
"Now!"
He demanded a little louder.
I flinched, immediately.

Quickly, I walked upstairs and opened the door the bathroom.
My legs were shaky, because I knew what was about to happen.

Brody followed me into the bathroom and quickly closed the door behind us.
I heard him locking it.
I closed my eyes and tried to breathe calmly.
It wasn't possible.
No matter how often this would happen, it would never be easy for me.
Just because this wasn't right.
It wasn't right that he did this to me.

He grabbed me by my upper arm and turned me around to face him.
Brody grabbed my top and quickly put it over my head, just to throw it on the floor afterwards.
My eyes filled with more tears.
He, then proceeded to continue undressing me.

"Fuck." He moaned into my ear, while he had me pressed against the cold wall in the shower.
My face was pressed against the wall while he penetrated me from behind.
His hands were all over my body, while he gave me the next push.
I whimpered, while closing my eyes.
Inwardly, I just prayed this would be over quickly.

I quickly put on my underwear when he was finished with me.
On his face, there was this disgusting grin of his, while putting on his boxer shorts. 
Suddenly, when I wanted to pick up my top from the floor, he grabbed me by my hair and hit me in the stomach with his other fist.

I cried out in pain and placed my hand on my stomach, to try to ease the pain.
Pointless.
He grabbed both my arms and pulled me closer.
"Don't ever sneak out of my house again, or else I will make your life a living hell."
It already is.

When I didn't say anything to that, he lashed out and hit me on the cheek with the flat of his hand.
I cried while looking down in shame.

"Understood?"
He hissed.
I nodded, strongly.
"Y-Yes."

"Good."
He said before walking to the door, unlocking it and walking out of the bathroom.
He left me standing half naked in here, in pain.

- On Monday -

I looked into the mirror and saw the bruise on my cheek.
Damn it.
How was I supposed to cover that up?
Make up wasn't my skill, so I was scared it wouldn't work out.

I took my concealer and applied a lot of it on my cheek and the rest of my face, so the colors would match. I took some powder as well.
After I was finished, I looked at myself.
It looked better, definitely.

I walked back into my room and took out some clothes of my closet.

I looked down to my stomach, which was covered by my shirt.
Carefully, I pulled it up a little and looked at the big bruise on it.
It was purplelish.
Tears filled my eyes when I thought about Brody hitting my stomach as hard as he did.
Whenever I took a breath, it hurt.

I pulled by shirt back down, before grabbing a pack of pills from my nightstand.
These will help, hopefully.

I took a short, grey, sweat jacket before taking the rest of my stuff and walking downstairs.
Quietly, I went into the kitchen and grabbed me a bottle of water before heading into the corridor.
I put my white, Air Force 1 on and walked out of the house.

When I was far enough, I felt some relief.

I arrived at school and walked to my locker, where I got my book out of it before closing it again.
"Hey, Rose."
When I turned around I saw Garrett and Gaby.
"Hey, guys."
I forced myself to smile.
"Wow, the party really fucked me up." Garrett said, while running his hand through his hair.
"I have it differently in mind. I saw someone trying to fuck you."
She grinned.
"Wait-You think he wanted to fuck me?"
Garrett smile got big.

When I heard that word my body froze a little.
How they talked about sex like it was something good, something excited and something to look forward to.
It made me feel different.
I knew I wasn't normal.
My life wasn't normal.
I didn't like the relationship I had with sex.
It was a topic I'd love to avoid.
I don't even think I could picture myself having actual sex with someone.
What Brody and I had wasn't sex.
It was rape.
It would always stay that way.