Page 19 of Sweet Temptation

Why am I mad? We aren't an item… he's not mine. I don't have a reason to be mad, yet for some reason, my body is thrumming with rage. And I can't seem to stop it. I don't deserve to feel this way. He is not mine. I try to tell that to myself, but words fly from my lips, anyway. "I'm gonna go," I respond, heading for the door.

"Hanna!" I hear Damon's voice as his feet thud down the stairs.

"No! It's okay." I move away from him and back to the door. I'm so stupid for even thinking about pursuing something with him.

"Hanna… hear me out," he whispers.

Wiping the tears, I stare at him with anger. "Hear you out? We aren't an item, Damon."

My feet carry me to the sidewalk before I run back the way I came. After what I expressed to him… Fuck, I'm stupid. The tears stain my cheeks as I race to Scarlet's house. By the time I reach her front door, my cheeks are soaked with tears. I knock, wrapping my arms around my body as I softly cry. The door opens slowly, and Scarlet's face comes into view.

"Aw, honey," she whispers, pulling me into her arms. My arms wrap around her back as I cry into her shirt. "He doesn't deserve you." Her voice is harsh.

He's not mine. He's not mine, I keep repeating, hoping my heart will accept.

I nod, pulling out of her grip and tilt my head to face her. Another sob escapes my lips the longer I stare at my friend.

Scarlet nods slowly and pulls me into her house, shutting the door behind me. "Stay as long as you need." She smiles at me.

I smile lightly back at her, slumping down on the couch. My eyes focus on the wall in front of me as I feel sorry for myself. Why me? He could have played his game with any girl he wanted, but he had to choose me. Closing my eyes, I lay back on the couch.

He's not mine. I'm not mad at him for screwing someone; I'm mad at myself for thinking I had a chance. Fuck, I'm stupid. My eyes pop open suddenly when my mind pulls me back to the one day I wish I could escape from.

Four Years Ago…

"Do we have to be here?" I ask Sara as she pulls me into Mike's house.

She smirks at me, dragging me into the living room. "You want to have fun, don't you?" I nod slowly, taking a red solo cup from the pile before filling it up with beer. "Let's party!" she screams. Sara's already hammered by the time I make my way back into the living room.

I watch her locking lips with one of the football players from our school as he slides his hands up her dress to her ass. Shivering, I turn away and head for the kitchen, refilling my cup with beer. This party blows, I'm fucking bored. Making my way toward the staircase, I stumble up the stairs to one of the bedrooms. Closing the door behind me, I realise I'm in Mike Dixon's room.

Closing my eyes, I stumble toward the bed, taking another large gulp from my solo cup. It's quieter here, and I like it. As the party rages on underneath me, I crawl onto the bed, finishing the last of the beer before sprawling out. My eyes go to the door as it opens. Mike Dixon's face comes into view as he leans over me. "You look hammered, Hanna Monroe." He chuckles, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I had like, seven full solo cups of beer," I slur with a giggle.

Mike smiles softly before he pulls the covers over my body. "You can sleep it off in here, Monroe. I'll sleep in my parents' bedroom."

I smile back, pulling the blankets up to my chin. "You're really sweet," I say softly.

Mike smiles, tucking in the blanket. "Can't have my buddies taking advantage of my best friend's little sister," he replies softly.

I smile up at him before he exits the door, disappearing from view. Softly, I close my eyes, trying to let sleep take over. When my eyes open again, I come face to face with Jarred Tucker hovering over my now naked body. "No… don't," I slur. Jarred ignores me as he spreads my thighs, and a single tear slides down my cheek.

"This will be fun," Jarred whispers in my ear.

My body is unable to move, but my mind is conscious of everything around me. Jarred unzips his jeans, pulling out his length before slowly pumping it in front of me. Another tear escapes my eye as I watch him. Slowly, he forces himself into me. I'm completely dry, and the pain that shoots up my leg causes me to cry out as more tears slide down my cheeks.

Continuing his torture on me, Jarred slams himself in and out of me at a rough pace. Closing my eyes, I continue to cry until the door slams open, and my brother Harley and Mike race into the room.

"Get the fuck off my sister!" Harley shouts, slamming his fist into Jarred's jaw.

Climbing off my naked body, Jarred stares at the two boys before him. "She wanted it," he snarls, zipping up his jeans and fixing himself.

"Wanted it?! There are fucking tears on her cheeks, you fucking bastard!" Mike shouts, slamming his fist into Jarred's jaw. The tall, muscular teenage retreats from the scene, shoving past both boys as he makes his way from the bedroom. Another tear escapes my eyes as I look up at my brother.

Mike quickly covers my body from prying eyes, picking up my dress, bra, and panties from the ground and handing them to Harley. "She's your sister… I don't feel comfortable dressing her," he mumbles.

Harley watches me for a moment before he turns to Mike. "It's okay, I won't say anything. Just please dress her before I go kill Jarred."

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