Charlie's life is slowly spiraling out of control. Her mother is useless, her relationship with her boyfriend Gavin is a train wreck and the bruises she has to cover up are all becoming too much for her to bear.
Tanner has it all. He has a good hom...
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The entire summer went by in such a blur, after that night at the party I've practically locked myself in my bedroom except for when I had to work- which has been a lot lately. I only have a few days until I move into school and I'm trying to make as much money as I possibly can, so I don't have to live on ramen for the next four years.
I'm laying in bed, my laptop next to me and fresh tears in my eyes as I watch a dumb teen romance movie on Netflix when my door quickly opens, slamming against the wall.
" What the fuck?" I face the door so fast I almost fall off my bed. When I see who's standing in my door way I almost wish I did fall- and hit my head, concussing me into an amnestic state in the process. I sit up further and a chill spreads through my body as I pull my blankets tighter around me, as if they could act as a shield for whatever is to come; the humiliation and fear from the Fourth of July still fresh.
He walks closer, and if I'm not mistaken he stumbles a little. "Gavin, what're you doing here?" I finally have the strength to say but rushes towards me and there's a look in his eyes that I can't put my finger on. It's one that I've never seen before. Before I know it, he's climbing on top of me and pinning me down to the bed. The instant he's close enough I can smell the alcohol on his breath, I don't know how I didn't smell it before because the scent is so potent it almost makes me gag.
His lips inch closer before pressing them to mine, so hard that he pushes my head into my pillow. I try to break free, wiggle out from under him but it just makes him try harder. His tongue snakes it's way into my mouth and just when I'm about to bite him, he starts ripping at my clothes.
"Gavin, stop." I say, my hips bucking up against his to try and knock him off kilter, but nothing is stopping him.
He keeps ripping. He gets my shirt completely off, leaving it in tatters around my waist as he moves his assault to my pants. I try kicking, punching, scratching but nothing is helping, it's just making him more aggressive. With one last attempt to get him off me, failing; he moves his hands further up my body and wraps them around my neck. His grip tightening.
