𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 ¹

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A/N - So since every chapter starts with a song I'd recommend listening to it before or while you read since every song is specifically chosen to go with each chapter and make you feel some type of emotion to prepare you for the emotional rollercoaster this story is, but on this one, I especially recommend it cause it's a really cute song and it'll get you in your feels and you'll enjoy the chapter better, and if you end up liking any of the songs you can find them all in on my Spotify playlist titled Friends with benefits soundtrack, yes I'm plugging it again just go follow it so I'll shut up, hope you guys enjoy❤️

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Chapter Eighteen - Mona Lisa

She lives a double life puts on a show,

What's under that subtle smile? We'll never know,

She's a Mona Lisa, everyone's lining up to see her,

It must be something about her features,

You'll find her beauty goes much deeper, once you get to meet her,

-VALNTN, Peter Fenn, Tray Haggerty, "Mona Lisa,"

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She let out a shaky breath her eyes clouded with tears as she stared up at her tormentor in disbelief, she examined the wicked smirk that adorned his face and couldn't help but think of a time when that smirk was a reassuring smile, 

"I--I think we should get back," she breathed out, as she tried to move around him in order get to the door and out into the crowd of inebriated teens just like herself, to Katy if she could only get to Katy then everything would be ok, 

"Why? The fun's in here," he said through a chuckle he walked closer grabbing her waist he pressed her hips against his, 

"I--I don't f--feel good, I think I should leave," she squeaked her voice seeming to be caught in her throat, 

"Then let's change that why don't we?" he laughed yet again forcefully pushing her onto the bed, 

"No please," she cried as she watched him discard his belt, she might've been somewhat innocent and completely naive but there was no romanticizing this, she knew what was about to happen to her and she also knew there wasn't a thing she could do to stop it and somehow that seemed scarier, he ignored her plea climbing onto the bed he took a hold of the fabric of her dress from in between her breasts he pulled and suddenly she was no longer clothed, next came her fishnet stockings those were left as a pile on the floor and no matter how much she tried it was for nothing, her screams caught in her throat and her movements were non exsistant all she could think was why? Why was this happening to her? What had she done to deserve this, and why wasn't she able to stop it? all these questions haunted her even more so the fact that she never got an answer, her own sobs rung in her head as a reminder of how weak she'd been and his disgusting voice took place of the sweet one that assured her everything would be alright, 

"Ronnie?" the dormant sweet voice called out to her, 

"Ronnie, babe wake up," it urged, her eyes opened suddenly, as she gasped out for air,

"What's wrong?" he asked pulling her into a tight embrace only then was it that she realized she was sobbing,

"Huh?" was all she could manage as a response,