sensitive topics and scenes in this chapter. please read with caution.

The loud music was shaking the house that smelled of beer and sweaty teens - Trudy's aesthetics.

Buried deep within Trudy's composure and perfect attire was a wild, party gal who wanted nothing more than taking off her uncomfortable Louis Vuitton and hop on the table to dance to the cheering crowd. According to Sandra, that was what the poor peasants did and it would ruin her public image if she done something like that.

But why attend a party if we're only going to stare with longing? Trudy whined in her head.

However, no matter how much the uplifting beat of the music of Royal Blue - which their drummer was apparently Zarek - Trudy aspired to be like her sister too much to risk it. Trudy straightened her black Versace top and made her way to the kitchen to grab herself a can of beer, the golden sequins of her shredded M S G M skirt brushing against her sleek legs. If she wasn't having any fun, then she might as well relax.

Opening the fridge and scanning the contents, Trudy kicked the door closed - perhaps even breaking it - and groaned. Hunter was the school's weed and drugs supplier yet he ran out of drinks. What kind of party doesn't have any booze? Even though the cans of cheep beer weren't really Trudy's preference - she was more of a champagne and wine girl - she still wanted alcohol in her system. This party officially sucks.

"Trudy, hi," Raven appeared, her worn off black fingernails picking at the royal blue scrunchy in her hair. "Did you hear us play? What did you think?"

Trudy gave the girl a once over and kept the gags to herself. Raven was wearing baggy jeans and a black, oversized hoodie that looked as if she dressed herself out of her dad's closet. Raven's pretty, forest green eyes were glinting, her cheeks rosy as she waited for Trudy's answer, and Trudy couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable. Raven was looking at her as if she wanted to eat her - and not the savage eating Trudy used to receive from other girls because they were jealous of her.

Trudy coughed, running her remarkably better fingernails through her wavy hair. "You were alright," Trudy said, looking around her, "Have you seen Evangeline?" Somehow, in the heat of the party, they separated. It wasn't in Trudy's nature to lean on someone else, always by herself, so she cringed a bit at her neediness.

At the compliment, Raven went bright red, which contradicted with her punk attire and personality. "Thank you," she said, pointing at the marbled counter. "Yes, I've seen her. She was with Zarek right here before we started playing. They were really intimate."

"Hmm," Trudy nodded in triumph. Finally, something juicy was about to happen.

"Hey, by the way, what happened between her and Ryan?" Raven said, and Trudy didn't know why she was still talking to her, "He doesn't want to tell me anything, but he's really sad. He even said that he misses her-"

"God, you're giving me a headache," Trudy hissed, making Raven stumble on her tongue, "I'm not your friend, Raven, so go and vent to someone who gives a fuck."

Feeling proud of herself - and the slightest bit of pity - Trudy flipped her long, dark hair at Raven's frozen face and strutted away. Now everyone hates me, Trudy thought, Mission accomplished.

Well, not everyone. Justin was staring at her, mesmerized by her body. Just like in the Spring Ball, Trudy regretted her choice of clothing. She couldn't handle the aftermath of their messy breakup, so she hurried away. Her only escape was up the stairs, figuring that it was the only place Justin wouldn't think of.

Wrong, Trudy scolded herself. Apparently he seen her and followed her. She sprinted away from him, feeling so weak and pathetic. She regretted her strategy since the hallway of the first floor was empty of any people.

Justin pressed her against one of the doors, his big, innocent eyes gazing at her and stealing all the breathe in her lungs. The naughty smirk on his fluff lips was contradicting his doe eyes, his hands running along the itchy sequins on Trudy's waist. "Don't run away from me, baby," Justin husked, closing his eyes and breathing in her scent. "You're right where I want you to be."

"Leave me alone," Trudy faked the fierceness, pushing at him. He pressed himself harder against her, making her feel the other hard thing in that situation.

"Don't blame me," Justin oozed with the guts he never owned before, "Blame what You're wearing. It's doing things to me," his large hand touched her jawline, electricity going through him.

Apparently, he couldn't help himself as he rushed his lips on hers. Trudy's guts turned in the familiar, gagging way. She had no other way but to bite him. At that, Justin groaned, getting harder, and intensifying the forced kiss to something deeper. His drool was yet again something else, some of it even ran over Trudy's chin, and if she had anything in her stomach then she would have puked right in his mouth.

When Justin pulled away to breathe, Trudy recoiled. She was gagging, out of breathe, and disgusted with herself. He was violating her in the worst ways and she was letting him. She took self-defense classes for this exact reason, yet it was all forgotten once he got his hands on her.

Why can't I defend myself? Why am I so weak? Why does this keep happening to me?

Justin was watching her, a thick eyebrow up. "Trudy? You okay?"

Trudy hadn't realized that her knees gave out on her, nor that she was crying. She was on the ground, her face a makeup mess, and her built walls all crashing down on her. She was too drained that she didn't even protest when Justin pulled her up, opened a door to some room, and laid her on a bed.

Might as well rape me and get it over with...

"You're not okay at all," Justin said, handing her a glass of water that just happened to be waiting for her on the nightstand. It tasted funny, but that might have something to do with Trudy's silent breakdown.

Justin watched as she emptied the cup, his eyes glinting weirdly at her. He took the glass and sat it down, taking off his shoes. He crawled on her, trapping her beneath him. Trudy thought it was uncalled for, since she wasn't about to fight him anyways. When she fought the raper, it only got messy and bloody. She knew - more like hoped - that once he got what he wanted he'd get sick of her and leave her alone.

Justin's hand pat her hair, his face stern and apologetic as Trudy's eyes closed. She was unusually tired, she just wanted to sleep. "Trudy, I love you so much," Justin's lustful voice echoed in her throbbing head, "But you wanted to leave me. You shouldn't have,"

Trudy's tear filled eyes were pressed shut, waiting for her unfortunate fate. This is really happening.

Justin yanked the tears away which might as well have been a slap to Trudy. "Stop crying," he hissed, his eyes losing the innocence, "Stop acting like such a virgin, we all know you're not."

Justin was trying to tick her off because she wasn't responsive, and for the most part, it worked. Her eyes opened, glaring at Justin with so much confidence as if she wasn't trapped beneath him in a sketchy room. "You don't know shit," she said, "Don't act like you know me."

Justin humped over her, acting as if the both of them weren't fully dressed. His face twisted in a fake orgasm, collapsing over her. "Damn it," he breathed out, "You're such a turn on."

Something wet was touching Trudy's thigh through her rolled up skirt. Did he just... He was literally using her for his own pleasure, and for some reason it annoyed her more than if he were to thrust inside of her for real. She didn't like being played or manipulated.

"Get off of me," she screeched, "You're disgusting-"

"How did he used to touch you?" Justin blurted out of nowhere, making Trudy freeze. "Like this?" he trailed his fingertips on her sleek legs, stopping at her thigh. He slipped his hands deeper beneath her dress and reached for her panties.

Trudy was too shocked at his words to stop him from touching her inappropriately. He knows what happened to me, Trudy whimpered to herself. He would blackmail her to do what he wanted, no doubt.

At that instant, the door burst open and Zarek barged in.

Once he took in the situation at hand, his electric green eyes darkened in a lathal glare and yanked Justin off of her with ease. Not giving enough time for Justin to process what was happening, Zarek knocked him out with a punch, the sound of Justin's nose cracking was evident despite the loud music downstairs.

Leaving Justin unconscious, Zarek went over to Trudy. He glanced at her rolled up skirt and tear-stained face and palmed his face. "Fuck," he hissed to himself. He fixed her skirt and helped Trudy up her feet, making the world around her swing. She would have been on top of the world for his heroic gesture for her and for actually caring, but no, not this time.

Justin was rolling on the floor, his face a bloody mess. Zarek spat on him as he led Trudy down the stairs. Trudy kept her head low as the whispers went off about her current state and why she was being escorted out by Zarek, but she shut them all out. She wouldn't listen to them, she wouldn't let them get to her.

Just as Zarek practically dragged her to the last stair, Justin ran down the steps and lurched at Zarek from behind taking him off guard. That did nothing to unsteady the blond, ciggeretes smelling boy holding her from falling to the ground as well as out of her insanity. He swiftly pushed her to the wall, making her lean on it, as he turned around and jabbed Justin. It took Justin one punch to fall to the ground - pathetic - and Zarek straddled him, his knuckles bloody from Justin's fractured nose.

Trudy wished for this battle to happen before, especially since Justin deserved it now more than ever, but with every punch Zarek aimed at Justin's bruised face, the whiperes and glances toward her increased. Trudy could already picture it happening - she would be all the rage in the rumor mill, her popularity reaching new skies.

Yet for once she didn't enjoy the attention on her - at least not on that moment. She just wanted to be disappear, go back to her room to eat endless amount of chocolate, and throw it all out on her diamond embellished toilet seat.