Someone Like You -Sixteen-

Christmas was just a week away and Ryan decided to take me to his house. He said that his sister is at a friend's house and his brother is working. At first I was nervous, because usually when a guy takes you to his house and both of you are alone, something is bound to happen. At least I know Ryan is not like that, I think. All I could think about was how Ryan was leading to his room, and the way his hand is resting on my lower back area.
The next thing I know, I was laying on his bed. With him on top of me, spreading my legs open, my skirt was rising. He was kissing me it didn't seem right, something was wrong. I heard him unzipped his pants.
"No." I said. I sat up from the bed. "I-I-I should go."
"What?"
"I'm meeting someone at the movies." It wasn't a lie; I really was meeting someone at the movies.
"Someone, who," He asked. He was definitely mad.
"A friend from school," I said.

Ryan dropped me of at the movies. I didn't tell Ryan that I was meeting Sam at the movies. I don't want him to think I'm blowing him off to be with Sam instead, but Sam and I already planned going to the movies. I didn't want to be with Ryan at the moment, he wants one thing right now, and I really don't.
Sam and I argue for about ten minutes, deciding what movie to watch. He wanted to watch a horror movie, I didn't. Finally we decide on a comedy. That night we watched two movies, and fought over the popcorn and gummy bears. It was around twelve in the morning when we were heading to the car.
"Damn, I forgot something" Sam said. "I'll be right back." He ran back to the movie theater before they closed.
I leaned against his car, there wasn't that many cars left. I felt someone touch my arm, I quickly turned around. It was him again, god I just wanted to disappear. What does he want from me? I don't even know him.
"Hey," Stupid/perverted Senior said.
"Don't talk to me." I told him. Can't he take a hint, and fuck off. I wrapped my coat around me tighter, it was freezing outside.
He pushed me up against the car, "I like it when you get mad." He forcefully pressed his lips against mine.
I tried to push him off, but he was too strong. So I kneed him in his special area.
"Fuck!" He fell to the ground. "You bitch." The look on the face made me want to run.
I started to run, but he caught my ankle before I could get too far. I fell flat on my stomach. There was so much pain. I was crying out in pain, as he dragged me closer to him. My right cheek scrapping against the pavement as me pulled me toward him. My cheek burned with pain. He flipped me over and got on top of me.
"Get off of me," I screamed. I felt his hands pushing my skirt up. "N-No! You can't do this!"
With his hand he covered my mouth, "Shut up." He whispered, "I always wanted you, ever since I saw you at that party a year ago, too bad Mark had you first." With his other hand started pulling down my underwear, his nails digging deep into my skin.
I tried to push his hand away. I even tried pulling away from him, but he was too strong.
"Jane? Jane?" I heard Sam calling my name.
He dragged me behind a car, which I think was his. "Don't say anything or I'll kill him." He whispered into my ear. He held his hand firmly over my mouth.
I half knew that what he was saying wasn't true. I mean come on that only happens in movies right? I didn't want to take any chances, but I also didn't want to get rape. I heard Sam still calling my name, and then I heard him opening the door to his car. He couldn't leave me here, so I got the courage and bit his hand.
"Fuck!" he screamed. He removed his hand from my mouth, but not before I got a taste of blood.
"Sam!" I yelled. "Help me!" I tried getting up, but he roughly pulled me down, which made me land on my knees. He started groping me, but it was too late Sam had already heard me.
Sam came running toward me. Then stupid/perverted Senior took off running.
"What the... what happened?" Sam asked helping me off the ground.
I started crying, and Sam wrapped his arms around me. I was shaking with fear, at what almost happened.
"Jane. What happened?" He touched my cheek lightly there was blood running down of it.
"H-He tried to r-rape me," I sobbed.
He grabbed my chin, and made me look at him. "Jane, who was it?"
I told him that I didn't know. I really didn't know what his name was I know that it starts with a J, or something like that.
Sam didn't ask anymore questions, I guess he saw how upset I was. Sam parked in front of my house. He offered to take me to the door, but I declined.
"I feel like it's my fault." Sam said. "I shouldn't have left you alone."
"It's not your fault, and besides he didn't get to do anything." I looked at him. "Promise me Sam, that you won't tell anyone what happened tonight."
"But Jane..." He started to say.
"Just promise."
"Okay, I promise." He looked at me, then touched my cheek, "You should get that cleaned, before it gets infected."

I opened the front door to darkness. My mom's room light was off meaning that she was asleep. The kitchen light was on, and I heard rattling in there. I just ignored it and slowly and quietly tip toed to my room. I sat on my bed, pulled up my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around my legs. I tried to hold myself not wanting the only part that's left of me to slip away. I started crying I haven't felt this bad, since that time with Mark. What almost happened to me tonight is something I never want to experience ever again. If it wasn't for Sam, god I don't even want to imagine what would have happened.
There was a slight knock on my door. "Go away," I said.
The door opened and Ryan came in, "I was waiting for you." He looked at me, "What happened?"
"Nothing," I wiped my tears away. "I fell."
"You fell?" He came and sat down next to me, "I don't think that happens when you fall." He was examining my legs. They were scraped from when he dragged me.
"I did fall," I replied. Technically it was not a lie. I did fall, but only because he grabbed me. I pulled my legs closer to me. And that's when he saw it, I was hoping he wouldn't notice.
With my hand I pulled my skirt down, but Ryan stopped me. He pulled my skirt up. "Who did this?" The scratches were long and visible.
"Nobody, please leave me alone," I said pulling my skirt back down.
"Talk to me Jane," he pleaded, touching my hair slightly.
He left a bit after that. I didn't say anything else to him. I felt kind of bad, with him leaving like that. But I was not in the mood to talk to anyone.

The next morning, I was lying on my bed facing the wall pretending to be asleep. I felt Ryan get into the bed with me. He wrapped his arms around me. I pulled away from him. My mom is probably in her bedroom. We can get caught, and everything would be ruined.
"Jane, what's wrong." He said, scooting closer against me.
"My mom," I said. "Where is she?"
"She left earlier this morning. She said that she had a job interview," he wrapped his arms around me again, and this time I didn't protest.
We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, in each other's arms until Ryan broke the silence.
"Jane, I'm sorry for last night at my house. I didn't mean for things to get that far," He said.
"It's okay." I said, even though deep inside of me I knew that it wasn't. "Just promise me one thing."
"Anything," Ryan said pulling me closer to him.
"Promise me, that you will never hurt me."
He didn't even hesitate to answer, "I promise."
I turned around, so we were face to face. I weakly smiled, then kissed him.