One Of The Guys

I stormed through the woods, leaves and twigs crunching under my feet, not really knowing where I was going. I was so angry with Andy. Why did I even think he had changed and became a nice person? He was an asshole, and he was always going to be an asshole no matter what 'good guy' act he put on.
How could I have been so stupid to believe he could actually be nice?!
With all the adrenaline, anger and, alcohol, it didn't take long before I tripped and fell on the uneven ground. With a thump I fell to the cold ground and a sharp pain shot through my leg.
"Fuck" I muttered.
As I sat among the leaves I examined what injuries I had sustained. I checked my leg first; I had a large cut on my shin which blood was beginning to pour out of, I must have landed on a rock or something sharp. The palms of my hands were grazed from breaking my fall and I had a small cut on my elbow.
Great. This is exactly what I need right now.
Giving up, I stayed sitting on the ground and thought about whatever relationship I had with Andy. The first few months we knew each other he had been the biggest asshole ever, having sex with me then pretending like it never happened. Practically using me. Ignoring me and pretending like I wasn't even part of the band. I was nothing more than a sex toy.
Then there was that time when he got drunk and told me that he liked me in a way he's never liked anyone before. Was that him just being drunk or genuine?
Cruuuuunch
The sound of leaves crunching stalled my train of thought. I listened closely to try hear if someone was approaching. After two or three minutes of silence I concluded that it was just my imagination. I continued reflecting on Andy;
Our little date in Ireland was cute I guess. But it ultimately led to me cheating on CC. Does that make Andy the bad person or me? And he did get very protective over me when I got hurt during the fight.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
Okay, that was definitely not my imagination.
I listened again, this time longer, but the crunching had stopped once again.
"I'm losing my mind" I whispered to myself.
The good memories of Andy gave me hope, but it was hard to ignore the bad memories. What even was our relationship?
Fuck buddies? No, he wouldn't get so protective over me if it was as simple as that.
Unofficial boyfriend and girlfriend? Maybe? But did I really want a relationship with Andy?
We had chemistry, there was no doubting that. We had some weird connection that kept driving us back to each other. Was it love? I don't think so. Whatever it was, it was dysfunctional as fuck.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
Okay there is definitely someone here in the woods.
I tried to stand but the cut on my leg prevented me from doing so, whenever I put pressure on it, it would hurt like hell and start bleeding profusely. So I remained on the ground and hoped it was someone that would help me.
Through the darkness I saw a figure approaching from behind the trees. As it came closer a grave sense of dread came over me.
"Hey, who's there? Are you okay?" the voice asked.
I didn't know whether to answer or not. But obviously I needed more help than I initially thought.
"Hey, over here" I called. "I fell, my leg's cut pretty bad"
As the figure approached I could just about make out who it was. He was of average height and build. He had black hair that was shaved on one side. He had tattoos all up his neck and face, with one on his hairline saying 'unbreakable'.
"Oh hey pretty lady" he said while crouching in front of me. "How'd you end up out here alone in the woods?" he asked.
"It's a long story Ronnie, could you help me get back to the party? I need to sort out this cut"
He ran his eyes up and down my body a few times which made me uncomfortable.
"No. I think you need to rest here for a while" he said with a twitch of his lips.
"No Ronnie, I'm fine really, I just want to get back to my bus" I tried to stand up again, but suddenly he pushed me back down firmly, my head hit the tree behind me.
What the fuck is happening?
"I saw you looking at me earlier" he purred, his dirty hand tracing my face. "I know you want me"
What the fuck? I didn't even know he was at the party! And I definitely did not 'want' him.
"I'm sorry Ronnie, I think you have the wrong idea, I'm with Andy now" I lied to try and get out of whatever situation this was, because honestly I was starting to get a little scared.
His dirty hand covered my mouth, pressing down tightly and hurting my jaw.
"Don't fucking lie, whore"
My heart began to beat faster, I needed to get away from him. Obviously he was strung out on god knows what drugs. I tried to speak but all that came out was muffled cried through his hand.
He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans. I began to cry, I wriggled back and forth but he was a lot stronger than me. He reached down and tried to undo my shorts.
"Stop! No!" I cried.
He brought his ugly, tattooed face up to mine.
"Mmmmmm playing hard to get are we?" he asked slimy. He forced his lips onto mine, I kicked and lashed out. He pulled away, his hand finally not covering my mouth I began to scream.
"HELP! HELP! ANDY?! ANDY HELP ME"
I felt a sharp blow to my face and soon saw stars.
"Shut the fuck up" Ronnie growled.
He pushed me further back into the dirt and I cried again as his heavy body lay upon mine.
"ANDY!! ANDY HELP!!" I was in hysterics, tears streaming down my face.
Ronnie started fumbling around with his junk, his grimy hands all over my frail body. I kicked and punched and screamed as hard as I could, but it didn't seem like anyone was coming to save me.
Ronnie placed his hand over my mouth again with such force I thought my jaw would break. His hand muffled my screams but I never stopped trying;
"Huuulpp.. nddy.. Huuullppp"
I would not give up. I would not let him have his way with me. I am going to fight as hard as I can, even if it kills me.

Notes

Sorry it's been so long since I updated! I've been swamped with college work.
Sorry to update with such a grim chapter :(
- Lauren x