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Chapter 5 - No Means No!

My head was spinning, and I felt heavy with each step I took. We stumbled around dancing for a while and the next thing I knew…

I fell into the pool.

Brian didn’t hesitate. He jumped in, clothing and all. He saved me and when he pulled me out, I was coughing. He carried me bridal style toward the mansion.

Our eyes met as he leaned in, squeezed me tight to his muscular chest. Our foreheads touched. He asked, panting,” Are you okay? ” and breathed heavily. I never noticed just how handsome he really was.

I had my arms around his neck, so he wouldn’t drop me. I was drunk.

He took advantage of that and kissed me, as he carried me into a room off the pool and sat me on a pile of towels, laying on the sofa. He didn’t say a word, just pushed me back on the towels and laid on top of me. Devouring my mouth like his last supper. His lips moved across my jaw, kissing his way down my neck.

Maybe it was from the rush of adrenaline after being pulled out of the pool, or the lingering arousal from the peep show, but… I let him. I wanted more than anything to feel his hot body next to mine. I didn’t care at that time. I probably wouldn’t have cared if it was him or some other handsome guy because I was wasted.

It felt so good to be wanted, and my mind was swirling with thoughts of my mystery man. In my mind, it wasn’t Brian with me, it was my dream lover. I wanted it to be.

I remember the way Brian’s hand felt caressing my breast as he sucked on my neck and kissed me hard on the lips. It felt good and my body responded. But, that changed quickly. He started to move one hand all over my body and when he reached down between my thighs, to touch my soaked panties, he was rough, grabbing at my flesh. It hurt!

I jolted from his touch.“No!” I yelled frantically and tried to move him off me. I felt his mouth at the crook of my neck, he bit down hard. His teeth sank into my skin. I screamed in pain! He licked my wound like he was marking me as his.

My heart was pounding in my throat. My fight or flight kicked in and I tried to kick him off of me, but his body had me pinned down. I heard the sound of a zipper and his pants were pulled down quickly.

“No! No, Brian, please stop!” I begged him, pushing at his chest, that didn’t move an inch. He didn’t stop. I felt his arousal pressed up against my thigh. He moaned and breathed heavily.

Why won’t he stop? I felt the blood drain from my face and my stomach churned like I was about to throw up. He slid his finger along the side of my panties, hooked the fabric and yanked hard. I heard the tearing of the material as he pulled the scrap away.

“No! No, no, no, no… this isn’t happening. Help me! Somebody help me!” I screamed and screamed, but no one came to help me.

My face was wet with tears, but it didn’t make him stop. I got one of my arms loose from under his wide frame. I tried to hit him, but he grabbed both my wrists with one hand and slammed them above my head. He gripped so tight, my fingertips started to sting.

I struggled against him and a flash went into my mind. A flash of a devilish smile licked his lips and I pushed Brian away with such force. He landed on the floor, hitting his head on... I think it was a coffee table. I pushed him with force I didn’t know I had.

“No!” I screamed in panic.

It was like I had a sudden sense of clarity and knew this was wrong. The smell of musk and vanilla filled my nostrils.

I got up and ran away. I don’t know where I was headed or how I was going to get there. I just had to get away.

My head was throbbing. I was so dizzy. I couldn’t stay focused.

I needed my phone! I needed to call Josie!

My body started shaking, and I don’t recall what Brian said or even what his reaction was when I pushed him away from me. I don’t even know if he got up or if I hurt him. I just had to get away. Was this my fault? Had I been leading him on?

No, no, I didn’t think so. I should have seen this coming.

I remember, I couldn’t think straight. As I blinked my eyes, tears rolled down my cheeks.

I was still drunk and stumbled around. I tripped over my own feet and fell. The cement reached up and bit at my right knee, peeled back the delicate skin like road rash.

Blood started to trickle down my leg as I tried to stand up. I squinted my eyes at my knee that stung. It wasn’t, like, road rash. I tried to focus on the wound, but I was dizzy. So, so dizzy, and I felt like the world was tilted to the left.

I need help. So many questions had raced through my head. Questions like... Where was everyone? Has the party ended already? How did that happen without me knowing? What’s going on? My mind raced frantically. I just wanted to get away from there. I remember… I remember my phone was on the table by the pool.

Where’s Brian? Had he followed me? I looked around, distressed. I didn’t want to see or talk to him. He had been my friend and what he had done to me, breached my trust and ruined our friendship.

The FUCKER tried to rape me!

My god! Could he have raped me? He hadn’t stopped. He bit me! I reached up and felt my neck. Sticky liquid rolled slowly onto my blouse. I pulled my hand away and tried to focus on it. Red smeared across my fingertips, but not enough to be overly concerned.

I felt violated, but I also felt guilty. I let him, didn’t I? I was ashamed because at that moment, I wanted it too.

The world was tilting on its axis, and I tried to compensate. My blurred vision played tricks on me as a small figure came rushing toward me and I fell to the ground again, “Josie?” I mumbled as I passed out.


As much as Brian wants our relationship to move further, and what I mean by that is to sleep with him, I don’t want to. I never will. Not now, not ever!

I trusted him to keep me safe. I didn’t know I needed someone to keep me safe from him too.

It just really wasn’t right. I know he has probably told his friends that he has, but it’s just not true. In fact, you could say, I’ve been saving myself for Mister Right.

If I was in my right mind, at the time, I would NEVER have let it go as far as it had.

I ended my relationship with Brian because of what he tried to do to me, getting me drunk to take advantage of me or try to force himself on me. I know he was drunk too, but that doesn’t excuse his actions.

It never would have been consensual, and I think he knew that.

While I know I will be 18 soon, I just am not ready to have that kind of relationship. Not with him, anyway.

I had told him in a text, last night, that I was going away for spring break. I just don’t think any kind of relationship was going to work between us, but he’s not taking that as we aren’t friends, or any other thing, he thinks we are... or were.

Before that night he tried to get me to be his girlfriend, but he never stooped so low as to get me drunk or try to rape me, to do it.

He still thinks I am his girlfriend, no matter how many times I tell him we aren’t even friends anymore. It’s not going to go any further. I guess he thought that was my way of wanting him to chase me. I don’t, never have, and never will.

Sure, I loved him, as one of my best friends. I told him that once, and he said, we’ll see about that. Smug son of a bitch! After what he did, I should hate him, but I don’t.

Is that wrong?

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