It all started with a dare ✔️

Chapt. 3

(A/n: no, they didn't do the deed...)

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I open my house door which is thankfully, open, only to be greeted with Ashton sleeping on the couch still in his clothes from last night.

I closed the door, gently and quietly hoping I don't wake him up. Hoping. But let's just say the universe decided to make my life harder.

"I'm awake!" He said, half awake as he jolted upright.

"Okay." I was just heading upstairs when-

"Are those Damien's clothes?" He asked.

"Maybe, whyareyouasking?" I said very fast.

"No, reason. You guys didn't do any-" I cut him off.

"Ew, no." I gulped thinking about last night. "Okay,bye."

I ran up to my room and plop down on my bed. Thinking about last night. Smiling. Okay, what the hell? No way my crush/brother's bestfriend/schools badboy/hot neighbour just kissed me last night. Wait, did that count as making out? Well it was just small feather-like kisses on my neck,my jawline,my collarbone and my...lips.

"You still owe me a kiss."

I squeal with my face in my pillow in excitement.

But the excitement was short lived when I recalled what happened before that.

The way I could still feel his dirty hands touched me as his dirty lips touched mine. I felt so disgusted, I could throw up.

That's exactly what I did.

I rested on the side of the toilet bowl for a little while. I got up and washed me mouth before leaving the bathroom.

It's been a year but I still can't forget about it.

I felt a tear stream down my cheek.

Why do these things always happen to me?

Why can't women have fun, wearing whatever the fuck they want without being bothered by men?

I heard the bell ring downstairs.

"Hey man." I heard Damien's voice. I could almost feel them doing their bro handshake thing.

The rest of their conversation was just mumbles and I couldn't quite make anything out.

. . . . .

TRIGGER WARNING!!! (R4pe & sexual assault)

His hands were all over my body, touching me wherever he could but I couldn't move or make a sound. I was paralysed. I had to watch as he unzipped his pants while I tried as hard a possible to move or at least scream - but I couldn't. I was stuck and there was nothing I could do about it.

I gasped for air as I jolted out of bed, terrified.

I quickly turned on the lamp on my nightstand and looked around my room. I'm alone. Alone and safe. There's no one here but me.

I clutched my blanket in my fist and tried to even out my breathing, placing my hand on my chest as I did so.

You're safe.

Ashton's in the next room, if anything happens he'll be right here. Nothing and no one can hurt me. I'm safe.

I thought to myself as I tried to shut my eyes and go back to sleep but I couldn't. Everytime I closed my eyes, I see him. I see the guy from the party. I see every guy who's ever harrassed or assaulted me.

It's hard.

. . . . .

"Damien, told me something yesterday." Ash suddenly said as we were eating breakfast.

"So?" I questioned before thanking Maria, who was basically our nanny even though she was just a maid, for my plate of breakfast.

"He told me you had a panic attack at the party." He said, looking at me questioningly.

"Is this true, mija?" Maria questioned, propping a hand on her hip.

Seriously, Damien?

"Yeah, it wasn't a big deal." I shrugged, munching down a piece of bacon.

"Elena, didn't I tell you? You must always tell me when something like this happens!" Maria exclaimed, slightly angry.

"It slipped my mind." I muttered.

"Slip my mind, my ass. Next time this happens again, you come straight to me. I'll give the boy a good beating." She scowled shaking her head.

I laughed slightly but covered it up with a cough.

"This is funny to you? Huh?" She questioned, challengingly.

I quickly shook my head and cleared my throat. "Of course not, Maria!"

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