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He nips my bottom lip and I groan, pulling him closer to me. I can already feel him harden and I wrap my leg around his waist as his hand travels up my leg and under my dress.

I pull away and take a small step back, our breathing becoming heavy and I look up at him, smiling. He’s wearing a plain white T-shirt and black jeans that have rips in them. A red baseball hat sits backward, and his short black hair peeks out. I pull the hat off and place it on my head, running my hands through his hair. He grabs my wrist, and a shot of pain goes through me at how tight he is holding me. I quickly recover with a smile and take the hat off, putting it back on him.

“What do we have here?” I ask, looking towards the counter and grabbing one of the drinks.

“Just something I made for you,” a smirk plays on his lips.

I look at him from the rim of my cup, and he pulls me close to him again so that our hips align. I knock back the cup as I let the liquid burn down my throat and settle a warmth inside me. It brews a confidence in me that has been dormant until now.

“That’s my girl.” Chad grabs the back of my neck, pulling me into a searing kiss.

I open my mouth to him as he slips his tongue inside. His grip on me tightens, and a whimper leaves my mouth. I pull back, and just like the night of our anniversary, an annoying look shows in his eyes, and his jaw tightens.

Blinking quickly, I blame the alcohol mixed with music for what I think I saw on his face. “Let’s dance,” I whisper in his ear.

We push through the crowds of people, finding a place for us, and once we do, I turn my back to him, grinding my ass against him as he wraps an arm around my middle, keeping me there. The goal for tonight is to get fucked up enough to have decent sex with the man behind me. Because that's what I need to let loose.

Some goddamn good sex.

I look around the room to see Taylor is still in the same spot that she had wandered off too when we first walked in. She looks gorgeous tonight in her red strapless dress and black heels that give her an extra four inches in height as if she needs it; she is already 5 '11. Her hair is down with light curls that once used to be bouncy, but her hair can never hold a curl, even if her life depends on it. She meets my eyes, and I give her a nod as we hold up our drinks, throwing them back to finish them off. I look behind me to Chad and show him my now empty cup, letting him know I need a refill. He yells over the music that he will be right back.

I stay where I’m at, caving into the call that the music sings to me. Raising my arms above my head, I start swaying my hips while We Found Love blares through the speakers. I let the music flow through me, and the alcohol warms my body, allowing me to forget everything out in the world. Like the class I might fail, or the dream I lost that still seems to be within reach.

This, the music and the freedom, is what I missed the most about dancing, which causes me to think that if I reach out just a little bit closer, I could grab onto it.

But that isn’t true.

I can keep on reaching, but it will never be in my hands again. So I do this. Dance at parties where I can still move just enough to make some resemblance of the old me come back.

I’m not sure how much time passes, but Chad comes back and slides his arm around my waist once again, pulling me towards his chest, and I start moving against him. I can feel the hardness of him now, and I smirk, pressing my ass harder against him as I take a sip of my drink. I scrunch my nose. That’s weird. He must have brought me something different than the first one he made me. Tipping the cup back, I quickly drain the liquid, not giving a damn about how I will feel tomorrow.

Chapter 7

Emma

As we continue to dance, I lean back and kiss Chad. He grabs my jaw, kissing me back aggressively, leaving me lightheaded and dizzy for a moment. He breaks the kiss, staring at me with darkness in his eyes and a devilish smile that has my heart racing. He reaches for my hand and leans forward, whispering in my ear.

“Wanna take this upstairs?” His warm breath hits my ear, sending shivers down my body. I nod my head, ready to jump this man right here and now if we don’t get somewhere to be alone. He takes my hand, guides us up the stairs, and helps me when I almost slip. Closing my eyes, I steady myself and take a deep breath.

It’s probably from the lack of food combined with the amount of alcohol. I tell myself.

Feeling steady enough, I open my eyes and retake Chad’s hand as we walk the rest of the way up. Once we reach the top, there’s a long line that must be for the bathroom. Chad pulls me in a direction, and I almost bump into a couple who come out of a room with disheveled clothing and hair. I try to open my mouth to apologize, but the words are stuck in my throat as if someone shoved something down my throat.

It feels like hours pass by before we find a room. We enter the dark-lit room, and Chad closes and locks the door quickly. My head still feels as if the world is tilting.

I attempt to walk over to the bed that's pushed into a corner, nearly stumbling over myself in the process. Chad grabs my arm, pulling me towards the bed as he hovers over me. He starts to kiss my neck and slowly moves his hand up my leg, his grip tightening as he gets closer to the edge of my dress. I pull his head from my neck, capturing his lips with mine. I immediately break away, anxiety bubbling inside me, knowing something isn’t right. With my head still pounding, I put two fingers to my temple and squeeze my eyes shut to ease the pain. I open them, and my weariness starts to concern me as my chest tightens.

I move off of Chad, only to be pulled down onto my back by him. I open my mouth to tell him that something isn’t right and that I need to find Taylor so she can take me home. But just like earlier, the words are caught in my throat. The bedding grates across my skin as I struggle to get up, but with Chad on top of me, it’s useless. I close my eyes, trying to calm my racing heart.

“Just lay down baby, everything is fine.” His voice is rough and husky as his hand pins my shoulder to the bed.

Maybe if I just make enough noise, the people in the hallways might hear me. Opening my eyes, I look around the room to see if there’s anything I can use. There’s nothing on the nightstand next to the bed, and there's a dresser, but it’s too far for me to reach. The door taunts me as I look at it. It’s close but not close enough for me to run to. Running won’t do me any good if I can’t even get him off of me. I’m weak when it comes to Chad, both physically and emotionally. I’ve never been able to stand up to the demands he asks of me. Wanting to say no when I don’t want to go out with him and his friends or to tell him how I feel when he does something that hurts me, like our anniversary dinner.

I'm just weak.

I take whatever love he gives me, and I hold onto that, keeping it close and making sure it doesn't break. Anything to fill the void in my heart that my father left open.

I try for one more fight to break his hold. But when I make eye contact with him, fear floods my thoughts. With one look in his eyes and the smirk that plays on his lips, he already knows what is going on.

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