Forbidden

Chapter 8: Not again

WARNING!

This chapter contains scenes of physical and sexual assault. Please continue ahead of this chapter if

such settings may be offensive to you or cause you to be uncomfortable. You have been warned.

After driving for a while, Trevor and I finally arrived at the club. A vast, neon sign hung from the

building, saying Dance, Dance. Trevor parked the jeep, and we climbed out, then started to walk

towards the building. There was a line up around the corner, but apparently, Trevor had connections, as

we were allowed to go inside without having to wait, causing the crowd outside to throw a fit. As we

entered, I was blinded by strobe lights and my ears flooded with loud techno music. There were girls

perched on swings that hung from the ceiling, glitter everywhere and people dancing the night away.

I looked at Trevor. “Should we get a drink first?” I yelled over the music.

“Hell, Yes!” He said as if it was apparent.

We walked over to the bar and ordered two beers. I gazed out at the crowd, memorized by the people

dancing and laughing.

Trevor and I talked for a few minutes as we drank our beers. Then Trevor chugged back the rest of his

and grabbed my arm. “Come on; we need to go dance!”

He pulled me towards the dance floor, pushing our way through the crowd. I laughed at how he danced

and joined in with everyone as the glitter was thrown around us.

Trevor and I were dancing, having the time of our lives, when I felt hands grip my hips lightly. I stilled

and turned around, only to find a strange man, who was now grinding on me.

He wasn’t bad-looking, with hazel eyes and shaggy brown hair. But he was not my type, and I came

here to have fun with my friend, not hook up.

My brows pulled together. “Umm, can I help you?” I asked in a snarky tone.

“Just want to dance with you, baby” He smiled, flashing his pearly white teeth.

I pushed him away from me. “Sorry, I’m not interested.”

Trevor peered over my shoulder. “Yea, their sweet cheeks, she’s with me. So, get lost!” Trevor shooed

him away.

The man huffed angrily and rolled his eyes before reluctantly leaving. After dancing to a few more

songs, I decided I needed something to drink as my parched throat burned.

I tapped on Trevor’s shoulder. “Hey, I’m going to go get a drink. Do you want anything?” I shouted over

the music.

He shook his head. “No thanks.” Trevor smiled. “Hurry back!”

I smiled and began to head towards the bar when the same man from earlier stumbled into me.

I whipped my head to look at him, ready to spew out a few choice words, when I realized he didn’t look

so good. “Omg, are you okay?” He looked to be very intoxicated.

He rubbed his head. “Ugh, sorry, had a bit too much to drink.” His words came out slurred.

I pursed my lips. “Yea, I can see that. Do you have someone who can take you home?” I asked him.

“Yea, my friend is waiting for me outside. I’m just having trouble getting out there.” He chuckled with

embarrassment as he rubbed the back of his neck.

I hesitated for a moment, but it seemed like he needed some assistance. “Do you need some help?”

He batted his eyes. “If you wouldn’t mind.” He attempted a smile.

I looked around for Trevor to let him know that I was helping this man outside, but I couldn’t see him

anywhere. Hopefully, he wouldn’t freak out. I threw the man’s arm over my neck and began to guide

him outside of the club.

I looked up at him. “Where is your friend picking you up?” I asked him.

He pointed to his left. “Just around the corner there, in the alley.” He quickly blurted out.

An alley? that is weird, I thought, why not just out front here? “Ok, come on.” I wished I had found

Trevor; he could have helped me. I was also feeling a bit uncomfortable doing this now.

“Thank you so much; you’re so nice.” The man said, but he didn’t seem to slur his words this time.

We slowly made our way towards the alley, and once we rounded the corner, stepping further into the

alleyway, the dim streetlight revealed it to be empty. This was the moment when the alarm bells began

to go off, and I started to feel very uneasy.

“Uh, looks like your friend isn’t here yet.” I looked to the man, who now had a malicious grin spreading

across his face. “That’s because he isn’t coming; it’s just you and me, baby.”

He stood to his full height and straightened himself, revealing that he wasn’t intoxicated at all, that he

was acting just to get me alone. I just hoped Trevor would notice that I had been gone for far too long

and would come looking for me.

My heart began to race. “My friend is waiting for me; I should head back inside.” I began to hurry away,

trying to escape from the alley, but he gripped my elbow and threw me up against the cement wall. I

groaned in pain as my head collided with the hard surface.

“What’s your hurry? Don’t you want to have some real fun?” He grinned.

My lip trembled. “No, thank you. Now, please let me go.” I attempted to say with authority, but my voice

cracked and deceived me. I was beginning to panic and wished I had just stayed at the house, where I

was safe.

He kissed my neck and collarbone roughly, then raised his head to my ear, softly whispering, “Well, I

do, and you’re not going anywhere.” He bit my ear lobe roughly.

“Let me go, now!” I tried to shove him away from me, but he was too strong for me, and the alcohol in

my system had weakened me even more.

He grabbed my wrists and slammed them into the wall above my head. Fear and panic were now rising

inside me as he continued to kiss my exposed skin.

I struggled and squirmed in his arms, but he just pressed his body tighter against mine. His free hand

pulled the top of my dress down, exposing my breasts covered by only a thin bra. I whimpered,

realizing what was going to happen and the situation I had just gotten myself into because of my own

stupidity.

He groped my right breast roughly, squeezing it as he kissed my chest. His hand then slid down my

body, reaching for the hem of my dress. My breath hitched as my heart began to pound out of my

chest. I tried again to get out of his hold, attempting to lift my knee and hit him right in his dick, but he

just spread my legs with his knees, placing himself between my thighs.

Tears began to pool in my eyes as he lifted my dress, slipping his hand underneath the fabric and

began to rub my core. My body began to shake as I felt sick to my stomach, and I wanted to scream at

the top of my lungs, but nothing would come out.

He then slipped a finger inside me, and I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping this was just a dream and I

would wake up soon. My lip quivered, and I felt disgusted with myself as a minuscule amount of

pleasure rocketed through my body at what my attacker was doing to me; what was wrong with me?

Why is my body reacting this way?

I began to sob. “Please, stop, don’t do this,” I begged.

He tightened his hold on my wrists. “Shut up bitch, and just enjoy the ride,” He sneered.

He turned me around and harshly slammed my face into the wall as he roughly pulled my underwear

down.

“No, no, no, stop, please,” I screamed out, trying once again to free myself.

He slammed my head against the wall. “I said shut up.”

I began to feel dizzy and disoriented as I heard him undo his belt and then his zipper. Oh, god, please

don’t let this happen, I thought to myself.

Suddenly, a loud, terrifying growl ripped through the air, and the man was ripped away from me,

causing me to collapse to the ground.

I curled up into a ball against the wall, clutching my knees to my chest and cradling myself. I heard

screams and wails of pain all around me, but I couldn’t bring myself to look.

“Omg, Amelia!” I heard someone shout. Looking up slightly, I saw Trevor rushing towards me. He took

his shirt off and draped me in it, helping me off the ground.

He wrapped me in his arms, leading me down the alley. “Come on, doll.”

Trevor led me inside the club and into a back room. It seemed like a type of kitchen. Trevor lifted me up

and onto the counter gently. He remained quiet as he stood there looking me over, then went to retrieve

a first aid kit. Just as he returned, I heard angry voices outside the room.

“Is it ok that we are in here?” I said as panic began to rise. I didn’t want anyone to see me like this; I

didn’t want to answer questions.

The door flew open with a bang, and there stood Damon. Unfortunately, he was too large for the

doorway and had to crouch down to cross the threshold.

His features were twisted with rage as the anger rolled off him in waves. He glared at Trevor. “Get the

fuck out,” Damon said with so much authority; it made me shiver with fear.

I looked to Trevor, pleading with him not to go, but he just gave me a half-smile and squeezed my arm

for reassurance. He then left, and Damon slammed the door behind him, leaving us alone.

He walked over to me and began to inspect my entire body, Damon grabbed Trevor’s shirt to remove it,

but I clung onto it like it was a life force, not wanting to take it off. Finally, he cocked his head slightly

and glared at me. “Let go.” He demanded.

I closed my eyes and let go of the shirt, allowing him to remove it. Damon then opened the first aid kit

and rummaged through it. He pulled out a few items and began to tend to my wounds.

After a moment of silence, Damon finally spoke, “What the fuck were you thinking?”

I hissed as he put alcohol on my scraps. “I just wanted to have some fun,” I admitted.

He raised a brow. “And look where it got you.” He stated, shocking me with his words.

I scoffed. “Got me? You think I fucking asked for this, Damon?” How could he say that to me?

“No...bu.” I didn’t allow him to answer.

“There is no but, Damon. I didn’t ask for this. I just wanted to have some fun and relax for a bit. You

have had me held up in that house for almost a month now. The only time I’ve had outside the house

since the day I was taken was when you took me out of the dungeons and the day I tried to escape. So

I just wanted some time away.” Tears were now streaming down my face.

He ran his thumb across my cheek, wiping away the wayward tear. “You shouldn’t have left; you were

safe at the house; if I hadn’t shown up when I did, he...”

Damon closed his eyes and gripped the counter, trying to calm himself. “I can’t have anything happen

to you, Amelia, don’t you understand that?” He looked at me with caring eyes.

I closed my eyes. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left,” I sobbed.

Damon pulled me into him, holding me against his chest. “Shh, it’s ok.” He held onto me for a beat,

then released me and walked over to the door. “Where are you going?” I didn’t want him to let me go. I

felt safe in his arms.

He didn’t answer me, just slightly opened the door and spoke with someone. After a moment, he closed

the door again and had a blanket in his hands. He came back over to me and wrapped me in the

blanket, then picked me up off the counter and held me in his arms bridal style. “We’re going home.” I

snuggled into him, breathing in his scent, as he carried me out of the room.

We had finally arrived back at the house. Damon carried me inside and up the stairs, passing my room

and heading for his room instead.

I looked up at him. “Wait, why aren’t you taking me to my room?” I questioned.

“You’re sleeping in my room tonight.” He said as if it were obvious. I didn’t argue with him because I

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We entered the bedroom, and I was a bit taken aback. I had expected it to be different, but the room

was clean, light, and airy, and Damon’s scent filled the air. He had a four-poster bed in the middle, with

green sheets and a white blanket adorning it, a wooden nightstand with a small lamp occupying the

space next to the bed. A large bookshelf, overflowing with books, was tucked along the far wall, and a

leather chair sat next to it. His room was so simple and had few items in it. It was shocking.

Damon set me down on the bed. “Would you like to have a shower?”

I nodded. “Yes, but I need some clothes.” I needed clean clothes, and I wanted more than anything to

have the world’s hottest shower and scrub my body clean.

“I’ll get them; go get into the shower. The bathroom is over there.” He pointed towards a door on my

left.

I got up from the bed and walked over to the door. My eyes widened, and my jaw nearly dropped to the

floor. It was one of the most beautiful bathrooms I had ever seen. Shiny white tiles covered the floor,

the vanity a midnight blue, with a large soaker tub along one wall and a vast walk-in shower, big

enough for a dozen people and multiple showerheads.

I let the blanket drop to the floor and removed the clothing left on my body, throwing it straight into the

trash, not wanting ever to see or let alone wear it again.

I turned on the shower and stepped in, perching myself against the wall and sinking to the floor,

allowing the water to cascade over me.

As I sat there, everything that had happened flooded my mind. I was almost raped, again! This

realization brought me to tears. I sobbed on the shower floor, tears mixing with the water that poured

down my face. Damon was right; I shouldn’t have left; nothing would have happened if I had just stayed

here.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Damon barged in. “Amelia?” He opened the shower door and found

me sitting on the tile floor, sobbing. He slowly approached and knelt on the floor. “Are you ok?” He

asked as he brushed my wet hair from my face.

I didn’t say anything, knowing my voice would crack. So instead, I just nodded and squeezed my eyes

shut, refusing to let him see me cry. Damon didn’t say anything else but climbed into the shower with

me and wrapped me in his arms, holding me close to him as he stroked my hair. I melted into his touch,

feeling safe and comfortable within his hold.

We stayed like that for a while before Damon pulled back. “Come on; you need to get cleaned up

before you shrivel up into a prune.” Damon stood to his feet and helped me off the floor. He helped to

clean my body and then washed my hair.

After finishing, he wrapped me in a towel and hugged me tightly, kissing the top of my head. “Here, I

brought your clothes, get changed.”

He handed me my pyjamas and left the room. I looked into the mirror and was disgusted at what I saw.

Looking back, it was someone who is now broken, someone who was too weak to fight off their

attacker. I looked away and got dressed, then entered the bedroom. Damon was changed and lying in

bed, waiting for me. He lifted the blankets and padded the bed, motioning for me to get in, and I did. He

pulled me close to him, wrapping me in his soft muscular, arms and lulled me to sleep.