Bea Messina

"Ugh Bea, Why didn't you get stuff for the party earlier?" Luke says frowning, pushing the heavy cart filled with snacks mixed with groceries for the house.

"Because I didn't know I was throwing a party. And chill out, we haven't even been to the liquor store yet." I add as I direct us towards the check out.

"I thought you sent Rylan and Noah over there?" He asks, starting to unload our cart into the belt.

"I did, but I have a feeling they'll miss something and I'll have to get more." He chuckles and nods, putting the last few items up.

I look at the cashier and he seemed to barely even pay attention to what we were buying, his eyes were plastered to my chest.

I was wearing a grey tank top so I had some cleavage going on. "First of all, my eyes are up here and my boyfriend is literally right next to me." I say pointing to a scowling Luke.

"You were what?" Luke asks in a scary tone, playing along with the story.

"Nothing man, I swear." The young man studded out, pointing his eyes down and finishing putting the last of our things through.

I quickly paid and even let Luke rest his arm around my waist until we got out of his sight and I slapped his hand away.

"Thanks for that." I say unloading the cart into my trunk.

"No problem, guys like that are assholes, he didn't even say hello." He replies rolling his eyes.

I giggle and put the last few things in and jumping in the driver side with Luke in the seat next to me.

When we got to my house, we arrived at the same time as Noah and Rylan were unloading the drinks into the house.

We set everything out and filled the fridge to the brim with various drinks.

When it came close to 7, I ran upstairs and took a quick shower.

Changing into a sexy, burgundy one piece. It was a low v-neck and had slits in the sides, showing my slightly tanned skin.

I threw on a pair of studded jean shorts and ran back down stairs to see the football team in my living room.

"What's up boys?" I ask waltzing into the kitchen to get a beer. I grab one from the fridge and toss one to Rylan who is holding his hand out.

"Looking good Bea." Kyle, one of the other football players, says with a sly smirk.

I shake my head and crack open my drink. "Who'd you guys invite?" I ask Weston and Richie, who're standing there, shirtless and in matching grey shorts, now they look like real twins.

"Pretty much everyone, we wanted everyone to know that your here and part of the team." Richie answers with his award winning smile.

"Yo Noah!" I yell to the man who's across the room talking to some of the other team and the few randoms that have showed up.

He turns and waits for me to continue, "Pump the tunes!" He nods and turns on some music.

Not only did the house have a sound system on the inside, but it did on the outside as well.

Everyone cheered and went into the backyard for the pool.

More and more people were showing up every minute, a lot of people I didn't know.

I, was of course sitting on my balcony, watching the kids get wasted by the pool.

"It's quite a nice view from up here." Ace says, coming from practically thin air and standing next to me, looking out past my yard to the city.

"Yeah, it is." I say smiling. "What're you doing up here? Shouldn't you be down there getting wasted with your buddies?" I ask, turning my head to face him.

"Nah, not really my scene anymore." He says turning to me and smiling.

Looking back at the hoard of young kids, I see the girl who warned me to stay away from Ace.

Nudging his side with my elbow, I point to the girl, "who's that?" She was wearing the smallest pink bikini I have ever seen. If she was nude she would've been more modest than wearing that.

"That's Isabelle. She's queen b, she really wants to get with me. Why?" He asks furrowing his brow.

"She told me to stay away from you on the first day of school, she acts like she owns you." I say with a bit of a giggle.

He chuckles as well and sighs. The way he looks in deep thought, it's so sexy, it makes my stomach churn. My brain is so fuzzy right now but all I can seem to think about is what he looks like underneath his white Tshirt.

I shake myself out of it and take in the last of the drink in my cup. "I'm getting another drink, want one?" I ask motioning down to my empty red solo cup.

"No thanks, I think I might stay up here for a while if that's alright with you?" He asks turning around and leaning on the balcony railing.

"Go ahead. Just don't go through my entire room, there isn't much stuff left here but, just don't. " he nods and watches me as I walk out of the room quietly.

I walk downstairs into the raging party and push a skanky girl out of the way to get to the fridge.

After getting a drink, I walked into the backyard and joined Weston on the grass off to the side. "Hey Wes." I say taking a sip from my drink.

"Hey Bea, you having fun?" He asks leaning back on one of his hands behind him.

"Eh, the only downfall is watching skanky girls walk around in practically nothing. I could do without getting flashed today." I add with a bit of a giggle and shaking my head, chipping the edge of my cup with my finger.

"So, any lucky girls tonight?" I ask looking back up to him. He sighs and shakes his head.

Wes is actually a genuine guy, most of them are, but they are forced to keep up this facade that they are man whores for their reputation, I almost feel bad for them.

"I think Isabelle is in your room." Weston says, making me come back to my senses.

I look up and sure enough, see that slut making out with Ace! He's not even pushing her away! He never did say he didn't want her too...

Throwing my cup down on the grass, spilling its contents everywhere, I walk into the house calmly and go straight downstairs to the brand new gym. I pull out my keys and quickly walk in, I had kept it locked to keep randoms out.

I walk to the side and quickly wrap my knuckles and walk back over to the heavy duty punching bag. Hit after hit, my knuckles slowly start to bleed.

I think I can hear people behind me but I continue, sending out fists of rage and putting all my power into them.

One final blow. One final hit and the bag flies off the chain and hits the back wall maybe 20 feet away. I let out a frustrated groan and fall to my knees, holding my head in my hands.

Closing my eyes, silent tears fall from my eyes. And the worst part is, I don't know why I'm crying over him! Why do I care who he sleeps with? It's not like he's anything to me!

Silent footsteps are all I hear, I hear a persons light footsteps approach from behind me and whisper in my ear, "Bea."

"String up the bag." I say opening my eyes again, gaining my control again.

Minutes later, I can hear the flatter of the chains and I stand up to see the half of the football team I live with standing at the door.

Emotionless, I turn back around to the bag that has Weston standing next to it. "Move away." I say sternly, he nods and moves away. Immediately, I begin hitting the bag relentlessly as questions fill my head.

Why do I care? Why does it mean that much to me if he has sex with some skank? Why do I care so much that I'm breaking this bag apart!?

"I don't know!" I yell hitting the bag again, sending it across the room to the wall again where the contents spill out.

Without hesitation, I walk to the wall and start punching holes in the plaster. Cutting my hands and letting them bleed profusely over myself as I silently sob. When I finished destroying the room, I fell to my knees in the centre again and let the voice in my head take over.

How could you be so stupid? He's just another man who wants nothing but your body! How could you think he might actually care? They will all hurt you! You can't trust them! They'll take you back to Dante.

Suddenly, breaking me from my thoughts, a warm, familiar hand is placed on my shoulder.

Thinking of what my mind was telling me, I screamed, "Please don't take me back to Dante! I promise I'll be good! I'll do everything you ask!" I back away and am sobbing with my eyes closed, waiting for the impact I grew so familiar with as a child.

My back hits a wall and I turn my head away, waiting for everything I would've gotten as a child.

When it never came, I opened my eyes to meet the warm brown ones of Weston. It's not Weston! It's Dante! He's back! The voice in my head said, I screamed again, "Dante no! I'm only a child! Please, don't do it again! I don't want to be a mother again!" I scream closing my eyes, waiting for his touch that made me cringe as a child.

"Bea! I'm not Dante! It's me Bea! It's Weston." He says in a calming voice, breaking me from my trance my inner thoughts put me into.

I open my eyes to meet the ones of Weston again. "Bea, you're ok, we're not going to hurt you." He says with sympathy.

I nod slowly and begun to pull my legs into my chest as I rock back and forth, letting the horrid memories flood in.