Trigger Warning

Chapter Two: Flashback

Percy never really made friends, so the fact he didn't even have to make Calvin his friend, that he was jus there, was really good on Percy.

They did everything together. Built forts in the living room at age six, went fishing together at age eleven, stole beers from dad's fridge at age fourteen. Percy and Calvin never did anything without one another, and Calvin was just as much my brother as Percy.

Even though I wasn't close to Percy as most siblings are, he was still my brother, even if he did feel more like a distant cousin.

More people piled into the house one-by-one, and Emmett and I had figured out Calvin had probably went over his limit. Calvin was a very outgoing guy, and captain of the soccer team. He wasn't your typical jock, he didn't really give a shit about soccer. He just had fun doing it, and just so happened to be the best. He had shaggy blond hair, and naturally sun kissed skin. If he wasn't my pretty much brother, I would probably deem him as attractive. He had chiseled muscles and a strong jaw line, and baby blue eyes. The talk of the hallway, Calvin Gregory was always being spoken about.

My brother, Percy, was well-known around school, too. He was well known for leading our school to state, and even nationals last year, in the academic competitions. My brother is a genius, and once you get past all the Asian jokes, you realize our school really respects him for that.

So Calvin and Percy just naturally mesh.

The party began around ten, and it was already one. I hadn't seen Clarissa for a good twenty minutes, and so I sent Emmett looking for her.

"No luck," he admitted, after being gone for only a few minutes. I shrugged. "I'm kinda tired, Ana,"

I smiled up at him. "Then go home. I think were about to shut down this party anyway, Em."

Emmett reached down and kissed me oh the forehead.

"You sure you don't need me to be all masculine and shut it down for you?" Emmett asked jokingly. His body structure was best defined as noodle-y, he wasn't going to shut down anything.

"I'm pretty sure," I said, laughing. He kissed me on the forehead again, and we said our goodbyes. We had agreed prior to the party that Clarissa was staying with me, just strength in numbers and whatever.

I went and found Percy after Emmett left. "Hey brother," I hollered. Since Calvin's newest guests had arrived the volume of the music went from loud to superfuckingloud, and so it was kinda hard to hear.

Percy looked over the crowd of people until he spotted me, and I stayed put until he made his way to me.

"You need something, Ana?" he asked. He was stressed out, and the way his voice clipped made it obvious.

"Yeah just telling you I'm gonna head on to my room. Do you need help getting people out?" I asked. I knew what his answer would be, but I asked anyway.

"Nah, I think I'm about to fake a police call. Head over to your room, sis." Percy replied. I nodded.

"If you see Clarissa tell her where I am, okay? I haven't seen her in like half an hour." I said. Percy nodded, this time.

I made my way to my room, which I had locked prior to the party. I had a key hidden above the doorframe. I opened my door and quickly shut it. I changed into flannel pajama pants and a big t-shirt that used to belong to my father.

I decided removing my makeup was too much work, so I just climbed into my super cozy bed. I drifted into a warm fuzzy haze.

I heard the click of the doorknob, and I stirred into that state between asleep and awake. "Clarissa?" I whispered. I'm sure it was just her coming to bed. She's probably going to sleep on the floor. I tried to drift away again, until I felt something on the end of my bed. It grabbed my ankle under my blanket, and by this time I was awake. I tried to shake it's grip off, whatever or whoever it was, but it wouldn't budge. I tried to scream, but soon a callused palm muffled my shouts. I felt hot breath speak into my ear, "you be quiet now, Anastasia,"

The voice was scarily familiar, and I could feel this persons body heat radiating off of them. They had one hand over my mouth, the other take my pants off. I tried to kick, but this person had me pinned down onto my stomach, unable to move.

I felt him using his hands to cover my body in filth, and soon he shoved himself inside me. I cried, my throat hurting from screaming. This monster of a person had my face shoved down into the pillow, and was grunting and groaning and swearing all while making me disgusting.

Moments passed, and he finished. I was still crying. I felt like someone had taken all of my insides out and thrown them across the room. I felt hollow, empty.

"Anastasia, this is our little secret," the man whispered. His hot, wreaking-of-beer breath felt horrendous against my ear. His voice was so familiar, I knew it so well.

"I hope you had as much fun as I did," he said. He got off the bed and pulled up his pants, and walked to the door. He opened it, and the light from the hallway flooded my room.

Calvin shut the door quietly, just like he opened it.