Ronnie had his arm around my shoulders. I struggled to pretend I enjoyed his company. That I loved him.

It was impossible.

I had worn dark jeans and a black tank top that was not revealing at all. Whenever he showed a remote interest in me sexually I laughed it off or changed the subject.

We were currently at a party in the club. Why it was on a Monday I wasn't sure, but apparently we were celebrating the fact a scout had just rescued five kids.

Of Mice and Men were the band currently playing. Austin Carlisle's screams echoed through the building. A crowd had gathered in front of the stage, jumping up and down with their fists raised in the air. I was sitting by Ronnie and we were talking to Jacky Vincent and his girlfriend. I mostly ignored the conversation.

With every second I saw Ronnie downing more and more drinks. His smile slowly growing. I raised an eyebrow at him at times but he continued to order more and more beers from the club. I sat and stared at my Diet Coke. He giggled and leaned on my shoulder, I winced as he kissed my shoulder, whispering the words "my sexy angel" into my neck.

"Ronnie I need to go to sleep. I have training tomorrow!" I finally sighed.
"I'll help you sleep," he grinned, winking at me.
"Ronnie, I don't have time for that!" I answered back quickly, to avoid the topic.
Ronnie shrugged off my reaction.
"You know, you've been ignoring me for a while," Ronnie said softly to where only I could hear. "I think it's time to change that."

Jacky was now turned around talking to some dude from a band I didn't recognize. I could feel Ronnie's eyes staring at me, taking in every single detail in lust. I bit my lip and did not dare look back at him.

"Look into my eyes angel," Ronnie whispered, making my body stiffen in terror.

Why? Why me? I just wanted to go home and be in my mother and father's arms again. Maybe this never happened, maybe it was just a dream.

But if it were a dream I wouldn't feel pain.

All this nightmare was was pain.

I gathered up the courage to turn and face Ronnie, an evil smirk spread across his face.

"Ronnie it's Monday. I have training tomorrow. Please just let me sleep," I said as calmly as possible.

He frowned. "I'm tired of you ignoring me Grace. I think we need to change that!"

"Ronnie I told you I..." I began but my hand was already in Ronnie's and I was being pulled out of the club. I struggled and yelled for help but the music drowned out my pleas.

Then I realized where he was taking me. Not out of the club, but into the spare room.

The spare room no one ever entered.

He opened the door and shoved me inside. It was then locked, and Ronnie shoved the key into the pocket of his pants.

"WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?!?! WHY ARE YOU SUCH A BITCH!?!?!?" Ronnie yelled in my face.
"I'm not the one who has a problem!" I squeaked, tears forming in my eyes.
"We'll why can't you just give in!?!?!?!" Ronnie said, annoyed.
"Because I don't give in to what I don't want!!!" I shouted back.

Ronnie was pacing the floor now. His footsteps loud against the floor. I closed my eyes and put my face in my hands.

"I didn't want to have to do this, " Ronnie muttered, "but it seems I'll have to make you want me!" Ronnie smirked.

"S-stop!" I choked out.

My body was in his arms now. Horrible memories flooded to my brain.

"Ronnie I don't want to!" I cried out.

"It's okay just give in," he said softly, pulling off my shirt. His came off shortly after.

"No!" I sobbed.

He was pulling down his pants. I screamed.

"You really treat your girlfriend that way?" A deep voice said, disgusted.
"How the hell did you get in here!?" Ronnie frowned, releasing me from his arms. I fell to the floor and laid there, listening.
"There's another door at the other side of the room," Andy shrugged. "I sometimes come here when I want to think in peace."
"Well my girlfriend and I were in the middl of something special Biersack," Ronnie said accusingly, while he pulled his pants back on.
"Yeah. What's so special about your girlfriend sobbing on the floor like she is now?" Andy frowned. I saw him now, he sat on one of the tables around the bar.

I was crying? I felt the wet, hot tears on my face. Maybe I was going insane.

"Look, just leave me and my girlfriend alone!" Ronnie whined.
"If she said no she meant no!" Andy shot back.

Ronnie grumbled something to himself.

"What gives you the right to be an ass!?!?" Ronnie laughed menacingly.
"I'm not a fucking bastard who treats his girlfriend like crap then rapes her you idiot!" Andy yelled.
"Excuse me? Since when have I ever raped her?!?!?!" Ronnie growled.
"Since you started getting drunk! SO WHAT YOUR FRIEND DIED!!!?!?! LIFE HAPPENS GET OVER IT!!!!!"

I felt Ronnie lean down so his head was by mine.

"Did I rape you or is the fucktard just a lunatic?!?!" He said in my ear.

I curled myself into a ball.

"Angel is it true?!?!" Ronnie said frustratingly.

I nodded my head.

"You inconsiderate, worthless bitch," Ronnie said harshly. "I'm done with you."

Ronnie walked over, picked up his shirt, and shoved it over his head.

And with that he stormed out of the room, middle finger in the air.

The door was unlocked, opened, and slammed.

I slowly sat up, the world spinning around me.

"Andy...I," I said, my tears still falling. I crossed my arms in front of my chest, not wanting him to see me.

He picked up my tank top and tossed it to me. I pulled it over my head and stood up.

He looked at me with a confused, sad expression on his face.

"Grace, just go," he said while he looked down.

I nodded my head and exited the room.

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