Broken

Chapter 17

Emily's Pov

After hours of arguing with my mom, I've finally finished and got dressed

You see, my mom desperately wanted me to wear a dress, but I eventually talked her out of it, but she didn't back down quickly, so I started giving her a few reasons why you shouldn't go to a high school party with a dress on.

My mom was pleased when she heard I was going to a party. She doesn't know that I've been to tons of parties before because every time there was a party, I would always sleepover at Jessica's.

I was never really someone who got drunk. Yes, maybe I drank a beer or two, but I was always careful.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted when I heard my name being called from downstairs.

I slowly made my way out of my room and down the stairs to see Luke standing there with some dark jeans, Jordans, and a white v-neck.

He smiled at me when he saw me approaching him.

"Where my mom?" I asked as we walked out of the house and towards his car.

"She and my mom went out. Said something about McDonald's," he stated as we got into the car.

"So, is this your first party?" Luke asked while looking at me after starting the car.

I slowly shook my head. "No, I've been to a few parties before," I stated, and he just nodded his head and drove off.

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The house the party was held at was just two blocks away from my home, and I swear the music was already giving me a headache as we stopped in front of the house.

Luke and I both got out of the car and walked up to the front door where the already drunk teenagers stood.

"Sup man," I heard someone say to Luke as we both walked into the house.

I sighed as I turned around to face Luke, but he wasn't there. I turned my head a little and stood on my tippy toes to see past all the heads, but he was nowhere in sight.

I groaned as I made my way towards the kitchen I've grown familiar with. I struggled a little to squeeze through all the grinding bodies but managed to get to the kitchen. I made my way over to the fridge and grabbed myself a 7UP.

*****

A few hours went by, and I haven't seen Luke at all.

I've been sitting on a couch in the living room, and everything around me is making me feel uncomfortable.

I mean, if it isn't the people next to me practically sucking each other faces off its all the ground bodies that keep bumping into the chair. And don't even get me started on the smell of alcohol in here.

I sighed as I got up from the couch. I casually made my way upstairs, and as I passed a few doors, I couldn't help but pull a disgusted face when the sound of moaning fills my ears.

When I finally came to a door I heard nothing at, I slowly opened it up a little and pocked my head in there to make sure that nobody was in there and to my luck, there wasn't.

A smile crept on my face as I opened the door a little more, craving the time I would spend in here. ALONE. Without anybody around me.

But, my smile fell when I was suddenly pushed into the room, and I fell to the ground. I groaned as I looked up at the person, but fear immediately took over our eyes met, and a smirk appeared on his face.

As I just sat on the ground, he closes the door and locked it before walking over to me.

He harshly grabbed onto my wrist and pushed me up against the door, making me yelp in pain.

My breath hitched when he started kissing my neck voraciously.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked as he sucked onto my sensitive skin.

"I'm taking what you should have given to me a year ago," I started against my neck, and at that moment, I froze.