“Let go of me, I DON ’T want to do this!”
Dylan didn’t listen to me. He just kept on going. No matter how hard I tried to get him off me, he was obviously stronger.
His hand slowly moved down my body. He was obviously drunk, Really really drunk. I should’ve tried harder to stop him. I felt so weak and I was crying hysterically.

Once he was done, and his heart was content, I sat there, Ashamed, Broken, feeling dirty, to say the least.
“If you tell anyone, and I mean ANYONE , consider your friend Allie, dumped, and basically, DONE !”
I didn’t know what he meant by “Done”...Would he hurt her? I didn’t know but I didn’t want to find out.

I was just beginning to forget about all of this until today. It was the same sight, the same situation. He was drunk, it was obvious.

“Get off of her NOW , Dylan!” Faith grabbed him with all her strength, she didn’t want the same thing to happen to Allie.

“Oh, I see you’ve developed some strength since then” Dylan said with an evil look on his face.