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“What about Alyna?” My glare was intense, but he only grinned and moved closer. Trying to ignore his movement, I asked, “Where is she tonight since you’re so into her?” Kyle’s mouth spread into what could only be classified as a grinning sneer and it was rather off-putting.

With a quick intake of breath I stepped back, sensing myself getting closer to the corner of the deck where the railing met the house. He continued forward and put his left arm against the house, blocking my only escape route. I glared intensely at him, feeling cornered. His face inched closer to mine. Suddenly, I became aware that there weren’t as many people on the deck anymore.

Just as I was about to tell him to back off, he spoke. “What about her?” he wanted to know. “Right now I’m starting to like you.” His sickeningly sweet breath was soaked with alcohol and it washed completely over my face.

“No, you’re just drunk,” I said, summoning courage and putting my hand to his chest to push him away.

Taking my action to mean something else, he grabbed my arms and pushed me back against the house, crushing his lips onto mine as I struggled against him. Desperately, I pushed at him and tried to pull away, but his hold was strong and his liquored lips eventually found mine. I kept my mouth together as his tongue tried to penetrate through. Not giving up, he moved his lips around mine and kissed my chin, moving to my neck, and then over to my ear.

With my eyes pressed tightly shut, I wished that what he was doing was just a horrible nightmare. My stomach turned and I could feel tears welling up under my eyelids. It was ironic—a few months ago this is all I wanted him to do to me. Now, I just felt nauseous from it.

“Come on, Mia. I know you want me,” he mumbled as he breathed into my ear and leaned harder against me, making it painfully obvious what he wanted by grinding his groin into me. His erection was palpable and scared the shit out of me. Is he really doing this?

My skin crawled as his right hand caressed the left side of my body moved down around my stomach. His cold hand had found its way under my sweater and he moved it up my stomach while he continued to kiss and murmur to me.

“You’ve always wanted me,” he pressed. “Don’t pretend; Jensen isn’t here. What he doesn’t know…” I found my strength then and pushed with all of my might against his chest, successfully pushing him back a step or two. Rage took over and my balled fist caught him in the jaw, effectively pushing him against the deck rail. His contact with the railing caused the remaining snow to fall to the ground, but this time I didn’t stay to watch it fall. Spinning around, I ran inside the house with tears streaming down my face.

My hand throbbed as I stopped in the kitchen to grab the nearest bottle, which happened to be Purple Passion. Lifting it to my mouth, I took a huge swig. My eyes burned, but I didn’t care and took another. Maybe it would dull the pain in my hand and in my heart.

I thought I was happy with the simple things.

You thought I was happy with the simple things.

I didn’t really know what I missed

until I saw others pass your test

and be given more than you gave me.

I wonder, was I not bright enough for you to see?

-Anonymous