***WARNING: This chapter covers sensitive matters that some might not find comfortable***

Before Apocalypse
Heather's POV

"Drayden..." She was staring at a dark, old wooden cabin. Her boyfriend had taken her here in his car, taking trails through the woods, out to the middle of nowhere, claiming to have had a "perfect place" for a date. But the place looked abandoned, or at least rarely occupied and it gave her the creeps. "We should go somewhere else... I don't think we should be here."

"Oh, stop being a whiny priss," Drayden said, taking her hand and pulling her inside. He shut the door behind them, locking it. She looked around the room, a fire was going, and everything looked clean and homely. She turned to stare at her boyfriend.

"Did you clean this place up for me?" She asked, shocked. He usually wouldn't go through all that trouble. He usually just occasionally bought her nice gifts.

"I guess so," He raked a hand through his dark hair, his dark eyes glinting with a mischievous light as he sat down on the bed. "So... you like it?

She came over to sit down next to him on the bed. She leaned forward and kissed him passionately, and he responded by leaning into her, until she lay flat on her back. He trailed a hand quickly up her leg, moving it until it reached her inner thigh. She pulled back, pushing his hand away.

"No, Drayden," He stopped for a second and they resumed kissing, but only minutes later she felt his hand crawling up her leg again. She pulled back and shoved his hand away again, annoyed. "I said no!"

"Bitch," His breathing was heavy as he glared at her. "You have no idea how it feels to have the hottest chick in school and be the only one of your friends getting laid! You walk around with that body of yours, teasing, and then you don't put out! Like, what the hell do I have to do to get some out of you?" He was angry, his fists balled.

"You bastard--" She spat as she reached for the doorknob to leave, but he was suddenly there, his hand around her throat, pinning her against the wall.

"What do you think you're doing?" He snarled, his deep breaths mingling with her panicked ones. "You can't tell me you haven't had sex yet! I don't buy it. Especially with those skirts you're always wearing... I know you're just begging for some."

"Let me go, Drayden," she tried to make her voice as threatening and assertive as she could. She pried at his hand, her nails beginning to dig into his skin. "Right now,"

He laughed and took her harshly by the arm, practically throwing her onto the bed. She tried to get up, kicking and hitting as he tried to get on top of her.

"Get off of me!" She pushed with all her strength against him, but she didn't stand a chance. He was an athlete and older and bigger than she was. He pressed down harder on her, pinning her. "Drayden--no--stop!"

He was pulling at her shirt, trying to lift it up now. She continued to struggle, trying to stop him and a look of anger crossed his face. He brought a hand down hard across her face and reefed on her shirt, tearing the material at the shoulder. It fell loosely down her arm, exposing her bra. All she could do was scream out as he slipped his hand under.

"Shut up, already!" He clamped a hand firmly over her mouth, his other hand quickly going up her thigh.

Every part of her was filled with panic, fear, and helplessness. She couldn't fight back. She couldn't scream—and no one, absolutely no one would hear her if she did...

No, no, no... just stop... please...

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"Don't you dare try to tell anyone about what happened here..." He whispered threateningly in her ear, every word dripped with enjoyment at having her under his control. She was shaking and his hand ran along her waist and her body shook harder, revolted and scared, at his touch. He drew closer to her ear and chuckled softly, she squeezed her eyes shut as tears spilled down her cheeks. "I will always find you, my pet... Always..."