Married At Seventeen

/-RILEY-/

"Are you sure we should be attending this party?" I ask, frowning at my dress. It's way too short and tight. I don't get what's so cool about this party Diane keeps whining about.

"Trust me, you're going to love it. For Christ's sake, Riley, You're not a nun. Stop acting like one" She groans and steps out of the dressing room looking so hot and slutty.

"Did you tell Dad about this?" I ask, feeling damn uncomfortable in the stupid dress.

"Are you fricking nine? We're sneaking out" She rolls her eyes.

Sneaking out? I cringe at the thought. I'm not really the party type, and I'm not sure I can do this either.

"What did you say is happening in this party again?" I ask, weighing my options.

I can stay back and have a good night sleep, or sneak out with my crazy stepsister and get into a lot of trouble.

Usually, Diane isn't the type to notice me or even try to be friendly. She ignores me and hangs out with her friends. Though this is totally absurd, I kind of like the fact that she wants to do something with me.

"You're going to meet a lot of cool, loaded guys. Pick one, get wasted, have fun and probably fuck him" She says strapping her heels.

I have a bad feeling about this. She touches up my makeup and smiles at me.

"Honestly, I never thought you could be so fucking hot. There's no need to be nervous, okay? It's totally safe. Besides, you don't want to look gullible before some of the richest men in San Francisco. Now wear a seductive smile and let's get the hell out of here" She says.

Sometimes I wish I could be as confident as she is. I mean she's totally badass and I'm...well just plain Riley. I follow her downstairs, and we meet a car outside. One of Diane's friends sticks out her head and waves at us. I followed her timidly to the car.

There are two guys in the car already, and I hate the way they stare at me.

"Little bitch. You didn't tell us Riley was this pretty" One of them says.

"Fuck off. She's got a date" Diane snaps.

I have a what? I stare at Diane and she winks. I guess she said it, so he would back off.

"Am I supposed to believe that? Riley's like the holy fucking Mary. I'm sure she's never been on a date before. I bet she's still a virgin" He says, and my cheeks burn in embarrassment.

Dianne chuckles, adding to my embarrassment. She glances at me and I glare. Soon, music blazes through the speakers, almost deafening me as the car comes to a stop.

I step out nervously. I see girls dressed worse than Diane and a long line of flashy cars. I gulp as my eyes take in more appearances. What the hell am I doing here?

This is no place for me. I don't fit in. Before I can decide to leave, Diane takes my hand and walks me into the party. There are so many people. Too many people. We get to the bar, and she orders a drink for me.

She asks me to wait and squeezes through the dancing bodies. That was how I lost Diane. She never came back. I started feeling lonely and scared as many men approached me. I decide to go searching for her, only to be stopped by guards.

"Our boss wants to see you, " He says coldly and I feel my toes curl.

"What boss?" I ask.

"Dean Shaw. Now move" He orders and I follow him. Who's Dean Shaw? Why does that name sound so familiar?

We get to a reserved part of the club and I see lots of strippers and one man.

"She's here, boss" He says. The man stands and walks over to me. I stared at my feet in fear.

"You're just as beautiful as they described. How much for a night, honey?" He asks, trailing his hands up my thighs. I slap it off and glare at his handsome face. He's got a beautiful set of dark eyes and messy black hair. Clean shaved and hot enough to make ladies fall at his feet, but not me.

"I'm not one of your sluts".

"Do you know who you're talking to?" He smirks, pulling me to himself. My heart pounds in fear as I push him off. He whispers something to his guards and walks away.

They grab me suddenly and follow him. I scream and kick, but their grip is still firm. Where's Diane? Oh God, I'm doomed! Why the hell did I agree to come here? They enter a room along with him and toss me on the bed.

"Let me go, please" I beg, but he doesn't pay attention.

"Strip her" He orders, taking off his shirt. I struggle and scream as they rip the dress off my body.

"Hold her hands" He orders again, and my worst fear is confirmed. The beast is going to rape me.

"Please let me go...I'm sorry for anything I've done wrong, but, please. ..." I plead, but he mounts the bed. I swing my legs, kicking him as hard as I can. It doesn't seem to affect him as he grabs both legs and spreads them. He rips off my panties and thrusts a finger into me.

I groan in pain as he doubles it. A smile curves on his lips.

"Virgin, huh? I would love to see you in pain. Fortunately, I have a meeting in an hour, so there's no time for foreplay" He says and I don't even find the words to beg him as he pulls off his briefs.

He mounts me and thrusts in forcefully. I scream and struggle, but he doesn't stop. He continues thrusting deeper and faster while I scream and scream until I pass out.

/-RILEY-/

I wake up feeling incredibly sore. Tears built up in my eyes as I realized it wasn't a dream. I just lost my virginity to a man I know almost nothing about.

I sob on the bed, unable to move. What do I tell mom? How do I face dad? What will I tell them? I snuck to a party and got raped? My phone rings on the bed and I reach for it immediately.

"Where the fuck are you, Riley? I know I said fuck... ..."

"I was raped, Diane, "I blurt out. She remains quiet for a while before bursting into a laugh. A cruel laugh.

"Okay, you got me there....."

"I'm not kidding. You abandoned me. You made me come and you left me. You left me, Diane. Alone in a dangerous club and I got raped" I yell over the phone with tears streaming down my cheeks.

I throw away the phone and sob. I feel so worthless. Will I ever be able to get over this? Can I live with this scar?

I roll off the bed and crawl to the bathroom. I run a steamy bath and soak myself in. The memories keep flashing in my head, and I shut my eyes trying to forget, but the pain in my vag reminds me constantly of every single moment.

I cry myself to sleep in the bath. I feel a lot better after waking and step carefully out of the bath. I take careful steps to the room, and the bloody sheets remind me once again of what I tried to forget.

Unable to cry anymore, I wrap the bathrobe round my body and step out of the room. I borrow clothes from one of the workers and cash too. I hailed a cab and got home to meet mom looking so mad. I fake a smile and walk over to her.

"Where were you last night?" She asks angrily. I open my mouth to talk, but nothing comes out. I've never thought of lying to mom ever.

"I'm sorry mom" I apologize. She slaps me and I blink rapidly.

"You know I never thought I could raise a whore as a daughter" She yells, and my eyes snap to her. Did my mom just call me a whore?

"I gave you everything you asked for. I sent you to the best high school in San Francisco. I was ready to...... God! What on earth do those scumbags give you?" She yells.

"What are you talking about, mom?" I sob. She raised her hands to hit me again, but Diane stops her.

"Stop hitting her, Sarah. It won't change anything. The most important thing is you know the real Riley. I tried telling you and Dad severally but as usual, no one listens to Diane. They say Diane is the bad one. Maybe I'm bad, but at least I don't go sleeping around" She says and shock takes over.

"Diane you...."

"I don't want to hear it. I told you not to go, didn't I? You said no one would find out" She snaps at me. Tears roll uncontrollably down my cheeks.

I should have known there was no way she would just decide to go out with me. I should have known she would never waste so much dolling me up.

Mom casts me a disappointed look and walks in. Diane turns to me.

"How's that for a bummer, little whore?" She smirks.

"You planned this? Why would you do this to me? I'm your sister....."

"You're Sarah's daughter, Riley. What did you think? That you could just walk into my life with your mom and take my dad from me? It ain't happening, " She says with a hate filled voice and walks in.

My head spins. I never thought Diane could hate me so much. I know she doesn't like me, but did she have to ruin me this way? Mom won't even hear me out. I walk to my room and shut the door.

I sit on the bed thinking of how quickly my world is crumbling. I don't even have the strength to cry anymore. My head hurts as well.

I open the drawer and search for aspirin, but the screeching of the car stops me. I wave it off and reach for the bottle, but Dad's thunderous voice stops me again. Did Diane lie to him too?

"I want that dirty little whore out of my house this minute" He thunders.

/-Riley-/

"I want that dirty little whore out of my house this minute" Dad yells and the bottle drops from my hand.

"Please, honey, calm down...."

"Don't you dare give me that crap. What'd I tell you 'bout giving her everything she asks for, huh? You said she's just a child, Francis. Let her have whatever she wants......"

"I didn't know it'll come to this, okay? Stop yelling" Mom interrupts.

"She's leaving my house, Sarah. I won't harbor a goddamn hoe" he snaps, and I hear his heavy footsteps on the stairs.

Tears roll down my cheeks as I stay rooted to the spot, shivering.

The door kicks open, and I tremble at his fuming figure.

"I believe that you heard me, Riley. Get your bags right now" he orders.

"Please, dad, listen to me. I was raped. I had nothing to do with that man. He forced himself on me" I sob.

"Oh, I totally believe you. He broke in and raped you, didn't he?". His sarcasm is evident, and he was damn right.

Dean didn't break in. I went to him.

"Daddy please....."

"What were you doing in a club that dangerous?" He asks. I swallow and glance at Diane, who doesn't seem to care.

"Diane took me there. I didn't go on my own. She lured me along with her friends and..."

"Christ! How many more lies do you intend to tell? Diane was studying with her friends, and I made sure to confirm it. Go on...what more do you have to say? Maybe Sarah took you there, or perhaps I did" he scoffs.

Mom glares at me and warns me to stay shut as she stands before Dad.

"Please let her stay. She's our daughter. My daughter no matter what. I can't leave, knowing she's out there by herself. Please let her stay" she pleads and he stomps off.

"Get your sorry self out of my way" she scowls when I try to talk to her. She walks out of the room in anger.

Diane laughs and leaves as well.

I lie on the floor crying and feeling so sorry for myself.

*

*

The past three weeks have been hell, with my parents reminding constantly of how much of a whore I am.

I couldn't eat nor sleep. I just stayed in my room, feeling miserable.

I sigh and step into the shower. It's shocking how one incident could turn my life around.

Tears stream down my cheeks along with the cold water. Soon, I step out and get dressed.

I contemplate on going down or staying back in my room with no one to taunt me or make me feel like a disappointment.

I finally decided to down. Running will do me no good.

I open the door and drag my feet downstairs. I meet everyone having dinner.

"Great! Your daughter's here. Who knows where she'll be sneaking to tonight?" Dad says.

"She's your daughter as well. My mom was a religious extremist. I believe you can tell who she got the trait from now" mom states.

"I didn't sleep around with women way older than me" he says.

I sit picking my food. Why did I come down again?

"Who knows where's she sneaking off to tonight? She's all dressed to fit his taste" Dad says.

It's hard to pretend not to hear them when the words are piercing right through my heart.

I need to get some air before I lose my mind. I stand and head to the door.

"Now's she's rushing to meet some old man with a fleet of cars," Dad says loud enough for me to hear.

"I just need some air. I'll be right back" I tell him.

"Just get this into your head. I can house a whore but definitely not a pregnant one" he says, and I rush to get out only to come face to face with the demon that put me in this emotional torture.

The bastard that stole my innocence.

A smirk crawls on his lips as he takes in my appearance.

"What are you doing here?" I snap with undisguised spite.

He doesn't reply, instead he continues checking me out. I don't just hate him, but the fact that he looks so intimidating.

"For a high schooler, you're pretty hot" he says, and I boil in anger.

He's not even I apologize for ruining my life.

"Why are you here, Dean?" I asked again.

"I figured you live here" he shrugged.

"Have you been stalking me?".

"Maybe. Anyway I'm here to take what's rightfully mine" he says, letting himself in.

Mom and dad rise in shock, while Diane sits, mouth-opened.

"We have nothing of yours" I say, and he turns to me.

"Of course you do," he says, stepping closer, and I step back in fear. He smirks.

"I'm here to marry you".

My eyes meet with his immediately. Is this some joke or something?

"You're kidding, right?" I blurt, but his doesn't look like it.

"Sadly, I'm not. I came to make you mine" he shrugs, taking a sit.

"You're absolutely welcome. Honey, get him a drink. What would you like, Sir?" Dad asks, and I pinch myself to make sure it's real.

I've never heard dad sound so humble. Mom walks over to the bar, eager to take his order.

"I'll settle for red wine" he says, crossing his legs like he's in some paradise where everyone's his servant.

I glance at Diane and frown deeply. She's drooling and doesn't even try to hide it. I think everyone's going crazy.

Mom serves him and waits for him to sip like he's some god.

I see absolutely nothing godlike of a man who raped me without remorse.

"Good wine. Have a seat, please. We've got lots to discuss. You too, wifey" he says, and I wish my glare can snap the life out of him.

"There's nothing to talk about. I'm not marrying a man who stole my innocence" I say. He chuckles, and I hate the fact that his dimples are so attractive.

Taking a proper look at him now, he looks different from the man who raped me.

His jet black hair is braided into two, and he's got piercings too.

Both on his eyebrows and ears.

His lips are redder than I remember. Maybe he's been kissing some stripper and boom he remembers Riley lives in San Francisco.

Did I mention his jawline? Damn, I need to stop right now. We're dealing with a rapist here.

I should be thinking of ways to murder him, not admiring the asshole. I snap out of it to find him staring right at me with a lopsided smile.

I gulp hard-looking away from those dark eyes. Why is everything about him so dark?

"Riley sit" Mom says. Before I can reply, Diane dashes from her sit and forces herself right beside him.

I scoff. She can have him if she likes. Maybe then I will finally have peace.

Dean seems uneasy.

"Hey, can you move over? It's hard to breathe here" he says, and I bite my lip to keep from laughing. The look on her face is totally priceless.

She grumpily stands and sits beside mom.

"You were saying something about not marrying me, wifey" he says with a half smile.

"My name's Riley, not wifey. And yes, I'll rather die than marry you" I growl.

It's hard to believe he's the same guy I was checking out a while ago, with the way my voice drips hate.

"I think I have just enough for a funeral," he shrugs, and I feel like smacking him.

"What's your relationship with my daughter?" Dad asks. Wow! I'm finally someone's daughter.

"It's quite a rough one" he says and I arch a brow. Mom glances at me.

"Thing is, I raped her" he confesses.

"That's crazy. Why would you rape her? She's plain and ugly. I mean, there are many sophisticated women out there. Why a high school nerd?" Diane says, and I seethe inwardly.

"I love your comment. You've got a big point. Why a high school nerd?" He says, staring at me. My jaw drops.

I can't believe he just said that. His eyes sweep through me, and, for some reason, I pull my jacket to hide my chest. He smirks and my cheeks burn.

How dare he look at me like that.

"I find her quite interesting." He says and Diane rolls her eyes.

Deal with that bitch!

"So why do you want to marry her?" Mom asks.

Hold on.... I hope they aren't really considering marrying me off to him.

"I don't owe you any explanations. I want her, that's it" he says.

"I'm not marrying you" I half yell.

"Isn't she underage?" Diane says. Though she's doing this for herself, I'm glad she said something that could get me off the hook.

"I don't give a shit what some fucking law says" he states, refilling his glass.

I looked desperately from mom to dad. They're not going to give in, are they?

"Mom, you're not going to give me away to him, right?" I ask. She doesn't reply. My heart started racing.

"We can't give her to you. You raped her and..."

"Fine. Don't give her to me. I'll buy her and pay for damages" he says shocking us all.

If there's anything dad loves, it's money. He's greedy and will definitely do anything to get it.

"How much are we talking about?" He asks. My eyes widen. Though I knew it was likely to happen, I didn't really think he would actually trade me for money.

"200 million" he says and everyone rises. My heart stops for a second.

"She's yours". That single statement sends my world crashing down.