I let out a loud scream praying someone would hear me, but he just slammed his lips over mine. The new pressure hurt my lips and teeth as they were crushed against his force. Mark ripped my t-shirt off, tearing the shirt itself and he threw it across the room. My knees started to ache from being compressed together as his legs were imprisoning mine so I couldn't escape by kicking him. Mark really had thought ahead.
"No one is going to hear you over the music. So just behave yourself and you won't get hurt," he whispered heavily, with beer breath sending goosebumps where his breath touched against my neck.
I was going to be sick. The alcohol was being sloshed around making me even more nauseated.
"I'll never be yours," I growled.
Mark forced his lips on mine and I rolled my head the other way to try to breathe fresh air, but he just went to my neck. I could feel him snickering a little as the stench of beer touched my skin, the beer felt like it was peeling the skin off my body. I was going to have to scrub my skin for hours if I made it through what Mark had planned. Please someone find me! I was in major pain. My chest fell and rose quickly as Mark squashed my body. I did not want anything to happen. I didn't want this.
"Let go of me now. Let me go! Let me go you jerk!" I yelled at him, hearing my own voice falter at first.
Mark just seemed to be having fun with my screams and squirms. I felt his lips drift farther down my neck to right above my bra line while his free hand grabbed painfully on a bra-covered breast, making me cry out. I never wanted to be touched there by Mark. His touches were making me unwell and I just wanted to shed my skin off as I felt so dirty. I wanted to crawl back into Nick's arms. I should've listened to Nick and stayed home with him instead.
"Let go of me now. Just let me go already. You don't want me," the strength in my voice was vanishing as I cried out, hating myself for it, but I kept twisting despite my quivering.
"Nick likes you and there has to be a reason why he does and I will find out why. If I know Nick, as well as I think I know him, he hasn't made you do anything you haven't wanted too. You have been spoiled by this kindness. He is too…nice to do anything wrong at times. I can and have gotten him trouble before and this is my right. I have been with every girl before Nick has or during the time Nick has dated them. You're his at the moment so I'll give you a try, though you're not my taste," he was leaning near my ears with his lips moving against my ear making me cringe the whole time he spoke.
Some friend Nick had. Did Nick have any idea? There is no way he would stick around with that going on.
"I'm not anyone's prize or property. You'll regret touching me. Let me go. Get off me," the last bit of strength came through as I barked at him, narrowing my eyes at him.
I could feel his hands drift more over the new skin of my stomach. I hadn't ever had anyone touched me under my shirt, for Pete's sake I haven't even worn a real two piece since kindergarten, and I never wanted Mark to be the first to see me without my shirt off. Mark was such a creepy idiot. Nick was my husband and I didn't even share a room with him. Mark's hand drifted towards the bottom of my stomach to try to unbutton the top of my jeans. I let out a scream again and that was when the door flew open to be banged against the wall, apparently Mark's D's came in handy because he had forgotten to lock the door.
The person who opened the door ripped Mark off of me by the back of his shirt and threw him against the wall. By the sounds of it Mark hit the wall hard. I grabbed my shirt and put it on faster than I had ever done before despite my shaking hands. I felt so embarrassed and ashamed of myself. I wanted to redo the whole night and listen to Nick about not coming. He and I could have curled up on the couch under a blanket while we watched TV. We could have kissed a little, but we always had fun with that.
Lifting my head I finally saw who my rescuer was...Nick.
Nick was throwing punch after punch at the pile on the floor, which was Mark. Rushing forward I quickly grabbed Nick’s arm before he could hit Mark for what seemed to be the hundredth time. Mark was left a bloody heap on the ground, gasping for air.
"Nick, can we please go home?"
I spoke so quietly I didn't think he had heard me, but Nick took a deep sigh and ushered me out of the house. Nick had an arm around wrapped my shoulder guiding me through the mob of people who didn't seem to notice us. Leading me out with him trudging out in front left me to follow in his steps, before he let go of me. We toddled home in the silence, but could still hear the party's music in the distance. No one seemed to notice the fight or us slipping out.
"Are you alright, Rachel?"
Nick had stopped and turned to face me. He tried to get eye contact from me, but I couldn't bear to look at him. I felt too ashamed of myself, of what had happened. I knew it wasn't fully my fault and that I shouldn't be blaming myself, but I did blame myself. Nick didn’t
