Girls night

Grace's POV

As we arrived at Melanie's sister's house, the lively atmosphere was palpable.

The place was buzzing with people, and I was introduced to Melanie's sister, Millie, for the first time. She seemed incredibly sweet and welcoming, which put me at ease. Millie's house was impressive, to say the least. It had a pool and an overall stylish and inviting ambiance.

Melanie had previously mentioned that her sister made a living writing songs, and it was evident that she had quite a successful career. Her house was a testament to her achievements, and it was no surprise that she could afford such a beautiful place. The night was shaping up to be an exciting one, filled with good company, music, and fun by the pool.

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Melanie's POV

Millie gave me a warm hug, and I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty about leaving the party early. She offered me a drink, but I declined, explaining that Theo had texted me, and I needed to go. She raised an eyebrow but then sighed dramatically and agreed to cover for me.

"Ugh, I hate you for leaving so soon, but you know I'd do anything for you, little sis," she said with a grin.

I thanked her and slipped away, heading outside to find Bella waiting in the car. As we drove away from the lively party, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Theo was on my mind, and I wondered what he was up to at the moment.

I wrinkled my nose at the pungent smell of weed in Bella's car. I didn't need this added stress right now. Bella pointed to her ex, who was clearly in his own world in the backseat. I shook my head in disbelief.

"Why are you with him?" I asked, my irritation clear in my voice.

Bella shrugged. "We were making out, duh."

I rolled my eyes. "Just drop me off at the apartment, please. It's important."

Bella looked at me, seemingly annoyed. "Jesus, your fling can wait," she muttered as she started the car and pulled away from the party.

I rushed into the apartment, thanking Bella for the ride as she drove off into the night. When I entered, I was surprised to find Theo standing there all alone. The sight of him sent a strange mixture of excitement and guilt surging through me.

Theo turned to look at me as I entered, his face breaking into a smile. "There you are," he said, sounding relieved.

I couldn't help but smile back, despite the knot of anxiety twisting in my stomach. "Hey," I replied, my voice a bit shaky.

Theo stepped closer, his eyes searching mine. "I've been waiting for you," he admitted softly.

My heart skipped a beat. This was it.

"We have the house to ourselves." He said as he pushed me up against the wall in the hallway, kissing my neck and running his hands down my sides.

I sighed into the feeling and let him continue his way to the top of my jeans. I could feel his- well you know, length pressed up against my thigh.

I pulled him back up for a kiss and he smiled against my lips before kissing back. I felt him fumbling with the button of my pants and I laughed and took his hand to lead him to our bedroom. He grinned and followed along, pulling off his shirt as we walked.

I pulled my shirt off as well and laid down on the bed. I smiled and bit my lip as I looked at him. He grinned and crawled onto the bed, placing his hands on my hips. I smiled and put my hands on his sides. He leaned down to kiss me and slowly moved his hand down to the waistband of my jeans.

I let out a sigh as I kissed him and raised my hips up into his touch.

He kissed down to my neck and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I raised my hips a little more so he could pull them down.

"I'm so happy we're living together now." I murmured. He smiled and looked up at me. I smiled and leaned down to kiss him. He smiled and kissed me. I smiled against his lips and wrapped an arm around his back.

"What would you do if Grace walked in right now." He asked. I laughed. He smirked and kissed down my body. I sighed and bit my lip.

"I love you Theo."

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Bea's POV

I tell him to get off of me but he won't stop, he never stops. I tell him no and that it hurts, but he just shushes me and tells me to be quiet, to just be good.

I want to fight but my arms and legs don't work and all I can do is cry. I can't scream and I can't move, so I close my eyes and pray that he'll leave me alone. I don't like this at all, I don't like feeling trapped. It's dark and it's cold and I just want it to end.

I tell him I have a boyfriend, but he doesn't listen and says it's a lie, I don't have a boyfriend and even if I did, he wouldn't care.

The smell of him makes me sick, and his breath smells sour like bad food and alcohol.

I finally run, but I can't open my eyes. The world is spinning and I can't focus. Everything hurts, and I just want to die. He laughs as he watches me stumble, and he tells me not to come back, or next time he won't be so nice.

I'm crying so hard I can barely see. I don't want to remember, I don't want to know. But it's too late now, the memories won't go away.

I try to open my eyes but I can't, it's too dark.

I ran outside of the house, tears streaming down my face, and my heart pounding. Desperation clawed at me as I dialed Josh's number. When he answered, my voice quivered, and I struggled to get the words out through my sobs.

"Don't worry," Josh's soothing voice came through the phone, "I'm already on my way."

Hearing his reassurance brought a small sense of relief. I didn't know what was happening, but I knew I needed him, and I knew he'd be there for me.

Josh's presence was comforting, but my emotions were in turmoil. Tears streamed down my cheeks as we drove in silence. I felt the weight of everything crashing down on me, and it was hard to put my feelings into words.

Josh reached over and gently placed his hand on my thigh, trying to offer support in the only way he knew how. But at that moment, I didn't want to be touched. I just wanted to go home, to find solace in the familiar surroundings of our new apartment.

The car ride felt long, and the thoughts in my head were a jumbled mess. I couldn't help but wonder if everything was falling apart, and if I had made a terrible mistake by moving in here.

As Theo and Melanie emerged from the bathroom, Josh's voice rang out, breaking the tense silence. "Who's in here?"

My tears continued to flow as Melanie rushed towards me, wrapping her arms around me in a comforting hug. I was grateful for her support, but at that moment, I felt so overwhelmed that I couldn't respond in kind. Instead, all I managed to say was, "Josh, can you run me a bath?"

Josh nodded, his concern evident in his eyes. Without another word, he turned and headed towards the bathroom to prepare a bath for me, leaving me alone with my tangled emotions and the unsettling sight of Theo and Melanie together.

As I soaked in the warm bath, still wrapped in a cloud of confusion and hurt, Josh emerged from the bathroom, concern etched on his face. He gently asked, "Babe, do you want me to sit in there with you?"

I didn't have the words to respond, so I simply nodded in agreement. Josh quickly undressed and joined me in the bath, wrapping his strong arms around me. The feeling of his warm, comforting presence was all I needed at that moment, and for the first time since my world seemed to crumble, I felt a glimmer of hope.

We sat in the bath together as the water slowly cooled. He held me as I cried. It was embarrassing, and yet I was so happy he was holding me. I was also happy he was here with me. I had been raped, and the only person I wanted to be with was him. I leaned back against his chest, his arms encircling me. The tears continued, even though they were just a few drops now. It was the emotional relief I needed. He let me cry and when I was done, he gently washed me. I felt like a child, a cherished, protected child.

"I'm sorry," he said, "But what happened?"

"It was the most horrible thing," I started. "I was doing shots and then I went into a bedroom to sit down. I was feeling dizzy, I was drunk. There were two men there, but I was alone for just a few seconds before they -" I paused for a second.

"You can tell me," he said.

"They raped me. I tried to fight, I really did. They hit me a couple of times and one of them held me down. They took turns. I don't remember much of it, it's all fuzzy and dark. But it was terrible."

"I'm so sorry, Bea."

I felt a little embarrassed telling him all this, but also relieved. I felt dirty and I knew that the bath was helping a lot, but it was more than physical. It was a feeling of being violated.

"We have to get you some medical care. I don't want to take the risk that either of them hurt you in any other way. There are a lot of diseases out there, and pregnancy."

"Pregnancy?" I said. "They couldn't have, could they? Not in just a few minutes?"

"I don't know, but I would feel better if you saw a doctor, okay? Just to be on the safe side."

"I'll call my ob/gyn tomorrow. They'll see me," I said. He held me tightly for a while and then got out, holding a towel for me. "How do you feel?" he asked.

"I'll live," I said. "I just want to lie down."

"Come here," he said, taking my hand. "Do you have a robe?"

"I do," I said.

He helped me out and wrapped a large fluffy towel around me. Then he dried me off and put the robe on my shoulders. He put his own robe on and we walked to my bedroom. I was tired and weak and I sat on the edge of the bed. He put his arms around me.

"What can I do to help you feel better?" he asked.

"Just hold me," I said

I had stopped crying, and felt a little better, but I was still very emotional and raw. He lay back on the bed and I lay with him, resting my head on his shoulder. I could smell his musky scent and it was comforting.

"What else?" he asked.

"Will you make love to me?" I asked. "Not now, but later?"

"If you want me to, of course."

"I do."

"Then I will," he said.

"It's strange," I said. "I just want you to be near me. I just want you to make love to me. I just want to know that someone cares about me, and I'm not alone."

"You aren't alone," he said. "I'll do whatever you want me to."

We lay quietly for a while and I felt myself falling asleep. I was exhausted from the emotion and the drinking, and now that I had relaxed, I couldn't stay awake.

I fell asleep on his shoulder.

It felt good, and I turned towards him. I kissed him, putting my hands on his chest. His strong arms held me and I was enveloped by his scent, his touch. I kissed him again, and he returned the kiss.

I didn't want to stop.

"You sure you want to do this?" he asked.

"Yes. Please."

I kissed him again. I needed him. I needed the comfort of his body, the warmth and intimacy. I wanted him to make me feel loved and special.