(A/N: Warning, Sexual Assault Flashback)

🏃Clark's POV🏃

We were sitting among a large group of college students, downing dozens of shoots and cans of beer as Kevin consistently found a way to run his hands over me and tease me throughout the night.

Kevin had driven us all the way down to Seattle, Washington. It had taken a few hours to get there and we had to stop to rest but we made the trip. We were visiting Kevin's cousin who lived alone.

It was very intimidating to stay with him because he was a twenty-five year-old bachelor who drank and partied and paid his own rent. I felt as if I was constantly trying to prove myself as cool in his eyes. And, with his cousin around, Kevin seemed to be judging me more harshly than before. I was walking on eggshells with him, trying my very best to keep him happy. Here, more often than not, he would be dishing out punishments and ignoring me.

Despite all of that though, I still was enjoying myself and the freedom that came with staying with someone so young. Everything seemed fantastic, until we went to a party. Abel had insisted that we should go to one of the amazing house parties they had here during our stay, so after both of us agreed and got ready he took us to the party.

I had expected something out of the movies but duller, teenagers drinking and dancing awkwardly, fights breaking out, and some sex in private bedrooms upstairs that I would avoid as best as I could. But, I was wrong; the party was worse.

The yelling, the smoke, and the random college students who tried to grope me spooked me so much that I had tried not to drink much. I didn't trust the strangers around me and my decision was solidified when I saw another guy almost taken advantage of.

Kevin and Abel didn't like that though and used every excuse or reason to get me to drink. Eventually Kevin just looked disappointed and that broke my resolve. Now, with Kevin's hands trailing dangerously close to my crotch, I wondered if I should have fought harder.

For a little over a week, Kevin had been trying to get me to finally have sex with him. At first when I had declined he was understanding and didn't push at all, but as time went by he seemed less afraid to show his frustration at not being able to fuck me.

I got up from the couch that the two of us had been sitting on, untangling Kevin's firm hands from my body, and told Kevin that I had to use the bathroom.

"I'll be back in a bit," I said, my voice shaking slightly from nerves and slurred from the alcohol I had drank. "I just need to get the beer out of my system and I will be back."

Truthfully, my plan is to wait in the bathroom until we have to leave. Before we came to the party I had Abel promise that he would take us home at two in the morning. It was now 1:23 so if I burned half-an-hour in the toilet, I will only have to stay with this group for a few more minutes.

"Oh, I'll go with you Clark." Kevin said, abruptly standing up as well and taking my hand. "We don't want you to get lost now do we?" I shook my head and felt my heart pound slightly.

You'll be fine. I thought to myself reassuringly. As long as he doesn't think you were trying to ditch the party you will be fine.

The two of us walked through the house but as I tried to stop and turn to the bathroom that I knew was on this floor Kevin held my hand tighter and continued to pull me away from the door.

"That bathroom will probably be fucking disgusting after all these people used it, we'll go upstairs to a nicer bathroom." Kevin looked back at me and gave a small smile. I smiled back. Kevin really could be considerate when he wanted to.

We walked past several dancing bodies and went up the stairs. The upper level of the house was spacious, with many doors spaced far apart. Kevin walked past a few doors, that had moaning and groaning coming out of them, and stopped at the first quiet one. He knocked on the door and when no one answered opened it.

He turned on the lights and the two of us started looking around. It was a large room with a queen sized bed pushed against the wall to the left and a bathroom to the right. I started towards the bathroom but Kevin grabbed my arm, pushed me against the nearest wall, and started kissing me.

I let out a small moan at first, letting myself relax into Kevin's skilled tongue but started to get suspicious when Kevin's hands trail towards my pants. I continued to kiss Kevin back as his hands went under my shirt and started toying with my nipples, it always felt amazing when he did it and I was already drunk to start with, but I got tense when he started to furiously work on my belt.

"Wa- Kevin!" I gasped, tearing my mouth away from his to look into his lust-crazed eyes. "What are you doing?" Kevin ignored me, pulling off my pants completely and going for my ass. My chest constricted tightly and I felt a surge of panic.

"Wait! Kevin!" Kevin finally stopped when I yelled, but instead of looking apologetic in the least he seemed angry. Extremely angry.

"What?!" He barked heatedly, his hands still holding on tightly to my butt cheeks. I felt a familiar fear creep into my mind and tried to push it back and focus.

"Uh, I don't think I'm comfortable doing this with you yet Kev. I'm still kind of young and I want to be sure-"

"Sure of what?" Kevin asked pointedly. "Were both crazy about each other and want to be together for the rest of our lives. What do you need to be sure about?" I bit my lip and racked my brain for a good reason.

"Well, even then, I'm not super comfortable with the idea-"

"So you don't want to fuck me specifically." Kevin interrupted, his eye growing angrier by the second and his grip getting painfully tight. "I thought that you cared about me." My eyes widened and I rushed to apologize.

"No babe, of course not. I am crazy about you Kev-"

"If you want this relationship to continue you need to be willing to do things for me Clark." Kevin told me, releasing his grip on me and taking a step back. "There has to be give and take, I give you love and attention, so I need something from you in return Clark. If not, I can drive you back home tomorrow." I felt my hands shake and my forehead feel cool because of sweat. I didn't want Kevin to leave me. I was nothing without him. I spend all my time with him, we basically love each other.

I need to make sacrifices for his love.

"Oh-okay." I stuttered, my heart sinking at the thought of what I was about to do but knowing that it was the right thing. "I'll do this for you." Kevin gave me a sexy smirk that before used to make my pants feel tight but in this moment, brought tension and fear.

"Don't worry about a thing love." He told me, his hands sliding towards my ass and getting to work. "I'll take care of everything." I nodded my head and squeezed my eyes shut when I felt something enter me. I dropped my chin over his shoulder and let out a moan so that he would continue, but since he wouldn't be able to see I let a single tear drop down my cheek.

Then he added in a second one.

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I woke up with a startled gasp. My breath was labored and my heart was pounding out of my chest. I was still pretty disoriented as I frantically looks around the room but after a few moments I let out a sigh of relief when I realize that I was no longer there. No longer in my dream. What was my dream? I thought.

"It was . . . a large room with a monster- no a man . . . he was . . ." I trailed off and did not try to continue. I couldn't remember my dream at all, but the tiny details that I could remember let me to believe that I knew what it was about. I shook my head and tried to focus on the matter at hand.

Today was a work day. It had been a hot minute since I've had to think about my work and how I made money but now that the day is here I no longer no how to feel about it.

Was I so consumed by the other little aspects of my life that I was completely forgetting about work? I guess so. The thought was quite odd to me now since the moment I got this job I made it one of my top priorities, but now I was forgetting about it and ignoring it by accident. Was I that bored with it now? I wouldn't be able to give you an immediate answer to that one.

So I just continued on getting ready, finding some peace in mundane task of of dusting off my sheets and making my bed. My mother had always told me to make my bed at home before and now I am finding it hard to shake the habit.

I had my things shoved into my backpack and coat's pockets once I had walked into the kitchen. Ethan was up already relaxing on the couch in the living room when I walked in.

"Oh," He mumbled, in audibly when he turned around and saw me walking in. "I made you breakfast, sausage and egg, its on the counter if you want it." He told me, lifting and turning his chin so I could hear him but not taking his eyes off of the morning news.

I nodded lazily and gave him a quick thanks before walking up to the counter and picking up the plate of food. I lifting off the other plate that Ethan had placed on top of it to keep in the heat and sighed blissfully when they waft of morning food hit my nostrils.

"Oh hell yes." I whispered under my breath to myself. "Come to papa."

"No need to curse because of the good food." Ethan said from the couch. I rolled my eyes and scoffed loudly so Ethan could here.

"Oh please, you swear worse than Kevin Hart, Chris Brown, and like all of the rap industry combined." I retorted, exaggerating heavily. Ethan shook his head from his seat on the couch but did not reply. Though he might not swear that much, when the guy wanted to Ethan could make any mother in the world run to her children to protect their ears from his disgusting tongue.

"Thanks for the food." I thanked him again, stabbing my fork into the eggs, shoving them into my mouth, and chewing happily.