C9 Nine
"There's Cassidy!" Some random girl says to her friend, pointing in a vague direction. I follow her gaze, spotting a huddle of girls, talking and dancing at the same time. Only one of them seems to stand out. A slim girl with long black hair, reaching her waist, as well as a big, bright smile on her face. She's clutching a red solo cup, giggling and dancing with a group of guys, a 'happy birthday' badge clipped onto her bikini top.
That's the girl, Tessa was talking about.
Grabbing a drink from the nearby outdoor table and down it, scanning the area for more familiar faces, but to no avail. This party is so boring.
I turn to enter the living room once again, in search for Tessa, and a new song is blaring through the speakers, 'Work' by Rihanna. This causes an unimaginable amount of grinding and twerking. Oh God, save me now.
Work, work, work, work, work, work
He said me have to
Work, work, work, work, work, work!
He see me do my
Dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt!
So me put in
Work, work, work, work, work, work
When you are gon'
Learn, learn, learn, learn, learn?
Me no care if him
Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurting
Suddenly, I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist from behind. Before I'm able to react, the arms spin me around to face him, alcohol strong on his breath. "Hey, gorgeous." his husky voice vibrates down my neck. I immediately respond, pressing my hands against his chest to shove this stranger away violently. But he doesn't budge, evidently ten times stronger than me.
"Dude, back off." I grunt harshly, as he starts peppering kisses along my jawline. He doesn't stop, or even pause. I bring my knee up sharply and knee him hard in the crotch. Thankfully, he pulls away properly and I finally catch sight of his features.
Beg you something please
Baby don't you leave
Don't leave me stuck here in the streets, uh huh
If I get another chance to
I will never, no never neglect you
I mean who am I to hold your past against you?
I just hope that it gets to you
I hope that you see this through
"Ash?! What the hell, are you drunk?" I cry out, scarcely unable to believe it. I'm not even sure why I asked, because there is no way that he's sober. Without a moment of hesitation, he grabs both my wrists and pins me up against the wall, so that I'm now in a helpless position. Just as I open my mouth to scream, he presses his gross, slimy lips right against mine. I try turning my head, to pull out of his grasp, but his other hand is cupping my cheek. He starts pulling on my clothes, tugging at my denim jacket and fiddling with my jeans. Each time he let's go of my wrist. I use this as an advantage to try and hit him in some way, tears pouring down my cheeks. Stop crying, Charlotte. Your tears aren't going to make him stop, for goodness sake! Take action!
I pull myself out of his grasp with as much force as possible, catching him off guard. I knee him in the crotch once again, earning a loud grunt, before slapping him hard across the face.
He looks up at me, with a murderous glint in his eyes before approaching me once again with a deadly growl. "You're going to regret that, you littl-"
Suddenly, his body pulls away from me, and his presence is gone. I open my eyes and gasp. Ash is on the ground, right in front of me with another figure looming over him, pummelling his body to the ground. I watch as he gains numerous punches across the face from the stranger, slowly drawing blood. This has got to stop. It's going too far..."There's Cassidy!" Some random girl says to her friend, pointing in a vague direction. I follow her gaze, spotting a huddle of girls, talking and dancing at the same time. Only one of them seems to stand out. A slim girl with long black hair, reaching her waist, as well as a big, bright smile on her face. She's clutching a red solo cup, giggling and dancing with a group of guys, a 'happy birthday' badge clipped onto her bikini top.
That's the girl, Tessa was talking about.
Grabbing a drink from the nearby outdoor table and down it, scanning the area for more familiar faces, but to no avail. This party is so boring.
I turn to enter the living room once again, in search for Tessa, and a new song is blaring through the speakers, 'Work' by Rihanna. This causes an unimaginable amount of grinding and twerking. Oh God, save me now.
Work, work, work, work, work, work
He said me have to
Work, work, work, work, work, work!
He see me do my
Dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt!
So me put in
Work, work, work, work, work, work
When you are gon'
Learn, learn, learn, learn, learn?
Me no care if him
Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurting
Suddenly, I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist from behind. Before I'm able to react, the arms spin me around to face him, alcohol strong on his breath. "Hey, gorgeous." his husky voice vibrates down my neck. I immediately respond, pressing my hands against his chest to shove this stranger away violently. But he doesn't budge, evidently ten times stronger than me.
"Dude, back off." I grunt harshly, as he starts peppering kisses along my jawline. He doesn't stop, or even pause. I bring my knee up sharply and knee him hard in the crotch. Thankfully, he pulls away properly and I finally catch sight of his features.
Beg you something please
Baby don't you leave
Don't leave me stuck here in the streets, uh huh
If I get another chance to
I will never, no never neglect you
I mean who am I to hold your past against you?
I just hope that it gets to you
I hope that you see this through
"Ash?! What the hell, are you drunk?" I cry out, scarcely unable to believe it. I'm not even sure why I asked, because there is no way that he's sober. Without a moment of hesitation, he grabs both my wrists and pins me up against the wall, so that I'm now in a helpless position. Just as I open my mouth to scream, he presses his gross, slimy lips right against mine. I try turning my head, to pull out of his grasp, but his other hand is cupping my cheek. He starts pulling on my clothes, tugging at my denim jacket and fiddling with my jeans. Each time he let's go of my wrist. I use this as an advantage to try and hit him in some way, tears pouring down my cheeks. Stop crying, Charlotte. Your tears aren't going to make him stop, for goodness sake! Take action!
I pull myself out of his grasp with as much force as possible, catching him off guard. I knee him in the crotch once again, earning a loud grunt, before slapping him hard across the face.
He looks up at me, with a murderous glint in his eyes before approaching me once again with a deadly growl. "You're going to regret that, you littl-"
Suddenly, his body pulls away from me, and his presence is gone. I open my eyes and gasp. Ash is on the ground, right in front of me with another figure looming over him, pummelling his body to the ground. I watch as he gains numerous punches across the face from the stranger, slowly drawing blood. This has got to stop. It's going too far...