Luis Jones' POV

*Flasback to 9 years ago*

"Are you Luis?" A voice behind me says.

I turn around and look down to find a smallish looking girl staring at me.

She looks familiar.

"Do I know you?" I ask, taking a sip of my drink.

"Yeah I'm Jayla's friend, Luna?" she says with a giggle.

I roll my eyes when I realise she's flirting.

"Look, unless you're giving me information bout my girl, I'on want to hear it" I say with a growl.

We had a massive argument this morning.

She was concerned that I don't pay her enough attention.

That my mind is always elsewhere, but it is.

My mom is sick.

Really sick and I've been distant.

But Jayla doesn't need to know that. She's only worry and she's got PHQ to worry about.

"Actually, she just called. She's looking for you" she says.

She leans closer, because the 'music is too loud'.

I step back.

"Why ain't she call me then?" I ask suspiciousness laced in my tone.

Luna rolls her eyes.

"Some bout y'all fighting then her phone died" she says.

My shoulders slump.

Jayla told her we were arguing?

But that's our business...

Luna's face falls and she pouts.

Nah I don't believe her.

I grab my phone and call my girlfriend, and truly, it goes straight to voicemail.

"That bad, huh?" Luna asks.

I shrug.

I knock back the rest of my drink and slam the glass down on the table.

"How did you find me?" I ask.

"Jay, told me this is where you go to think sometimes" she responds.

I look down at my empty glass.

"You look like you need another one?" She asks.

I shrug again.

Is Jayla really ignoring me?

I'm snapped out of my daze, when a purple- orange looking drink is slid in front of me.

I look at Luna.

"The fuck is this?" I ask skeptically.

"It's called Sunset" she giggles, taking a sip of her own matching drink.

I shrug and put the drink to my lips, screwing my face up at the bitter taste.

"Coloured Russian vodka" she grins slightly.

I shudder, shaking it off.

She scoots closer to me.

I move back.

"Where did you say Jayla was again?" I ask, my voice slurring a little.

Why the fuck is it suddenly so hot in here?

And why is the room slowing down.

Did I drink that much?

I look at Luna, to see her giving me a concerned look.

"Are you okay?" She asks, grabbing my bicep.

I snatch my arm away from her.

"Where's my girlfriend?" I ask.

"Come, I'll drive you to her" she says, sympathetically.

I nod, nothing making sense in my head all of a sudden.

"Sure" I say lightly.

I get up from my stool and immediately feel light headed.

My knees buckle.

Luna catches me, slinging one arm across her shoulder.

I'm huge compared to her, but she holds my weight well.

You're in no condition to move about. My accommodation is next door. Let's get you sober" she suggests.

I try to pull away, but my arms feel like lead.

I can't even speak with the way my head hurts.

I let her drag me into her accommodation and as soon as we're inside, she lets me go and turns to face me.

The living room is just up front, she should be here soon" Luna says and I nod, taking a seat.

My headache intensifies and I am about to call my girlfriend again, when Luna walks back into the room.

She's changed.

Her top is now translucent, her bra and lack of underwear showing underneath.

Her mask of worry is replaced with a smirk.

I stand up, immediately sensing the trap.

"What the fuck is this?" I ask, my voice coming out choked.

"I have you all to myself... Finally!" She giggles with glee.

I look at her gleeful expression as she stalks me like a predator.

"What are you doing?" I ask, eyes darting across the room looking for an escape.

My heart hammers in my chest.

I make a break for the door, but she grabs my shirt, pulling me into her so that her chest is against mine.

"Shhh, it'll be our little secret!" She giggles, kissing my neck.

I try to push her away, but my arms won't move.

My legs have turned to cement and I'm frozen in place, rigid with pure fear.

"I want Jayla" I moan, with a hiccup, my vision getting hazy.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

She starts to unbutton my shirt.

"No, you want me!" She hisses, anger and desperation in her eyes.

The fuck?

"No!" I try to yell, but I feel as if I'm being strangled.

"Yes" She giggles, undoing my pants and putting her hands down my boxers, rubbing at me.

At this point I don't even hold back.

I throw up.

All over her clothes and down my shirt.

My knees buckle and I collapse into the ground heaving as more comes out of my nose.

What did I drink?!

Wait.

The drink!

The drink she gave me must have been spiked!

And then she starts to laugh.

She throws back her head and starts laughing wildly.

"You're so sweet, Luis! Marking your territory on me!" She says.

Shit!

Jayla.

Let me call jay- -

Her phone...

I'm well and truly trapped.

I feel my body lean sideways and I drop to the floor.

No, Luis, don't pass out!

Don't pass, the fuck out!

This bitch is crazy.

Just before I pass out, in a pile of my own sick, I am faintly aware of my pants and boxers being pulled down.

This can't be happening!
                                 ***

I wake up in bed, with a full ache in my head.

It's still dark outside and every inch of my body hurts.

What a fucked up nightmare.

"Luis?" I hear Jayla's voice call and I immediately relax.

So it was a nightmare.

Only... her voice isn't coming from next to me.

She's in front of me.

She stares at me, from the doorway, shock written all over face.

"Baby?" I ask.

My voice sounds like broken glass, shit!

I squint at her and then follow her line of sight to see what she is looking at.

My eyes fall next to me.

The fuck?

A sleeping girl lays next to me, on her back, half her body exposed to Jayla and I.

All of a sudden, the brutal memories from last night hit me like a moving truck.

I scream and scramble out of the bed, the feeling of throwing up, resurfacing.

My screams wake her and she opens her eyes to grin at me.

"Hey, baby, last night was fun" she coos softly, reaching for me.

My mouth drops open.

I then realise what all of this must look like.

To Jayla.

To anybody that could have walked into this scene.

I look like I've had an argument with my girlfriend and I've gone to hookup with her best friend!

I look at Jayla, who now has tears running down her face.

I look back and forth between the two and I try to form a sentence but I can't.

"Jayla, I swear it's not what it looks like!" I tell her, snatching the thin blanket off of Luna, and covering myself with it.

"Luis, you... you slept with my best friend!" She cries, her eyes pooling with tears.

She looks so confused.

So... broken.

No!

I look at Luna to see her smirking.

Her naked body stretched out on full display.

"You!" I choke, glaring at her.

The disgusting memories from last night flood into my brain painfully.

The way she forced herself onto me!

"You did this!" I yell, pointing a trembling finger at her.

She giggles.

"You weren't complaining last night, baby" she laughs.

Everything in me snaps.

Everything I was taught about respecting women has left my brain.

Not putting my hands on women?

A myth.

I drag the bitch out of bed and grab her by her throat, picking her up and slamming her into the nearest wall.

"Why are you lying?!" I bellow.

Her naked body struggles under my grasp and she tries to prise my fingers off, choking for air.

"Luis, no!" Jayla squeaks.

"Tell her the truth!" I roar, my grip getting tighter.

"Stop!" Luna gasps.

"Please!" She begs.

"Tell her the truth!" I repeat, tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Tell her!" I cry.

Jayla spins me to face her and slaps me across the face, hard.

I drop Luna on the ground , letting her choke and gasp for air.

"Jayla, please" I sob.

"Hear me out, I promise I didn't cheat" I say looking into her eyes.

But now, all I see is fear and anger.

"You're only crying because you got caught!" Jayla hisses. 

I shake my head, no, my face stinging.

"Pack your shit and get out of our apartment. If you call me, text me or even look at me... I'm going to kill you" She finishes.

She starts to storm out of the room and I grab her.

She raises her hand and I flinch.

"Don't you dare touch me" she says calmly.

Too calm.

And with that she walks out of the room, leaving me and the one person I now despise the most.

I turn to her.

"You... you raped me" I say.

There is no anger in my tone.

No pain.

Only disgust.

"Everything... I did.... I did... for us" she says in between gasps.

I step forward ready to turn her to a corpse.

But then I stop.

"If you call me, text me or even look at me... I'm going to kill you" I say.

Her face falls and she starts to bawl her eyes out.

And with that, I storm out of her apartment, not caring that I'm practically naked, clothes and phone in hand. I slam the door with so much force that the hinges splinter.

This is all of my fault.

All. My. Fault.

I could have prevented it!

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Hey all!

What did you think of this one?

It gets brighter from here, I promise!

But this is a small show to the fact that rape can happen to anyone!

So if you've been involved or know of a case, you need to talk to a trusted adult or the police immediately.

~ Xo.