parker walks home from ben's house alone. she walks with a skip in her step, she had a nice day. she's never felt so happy, she has the best friends she could ever ask for.

parker heard a car coming from behind her. she turns around to see belch huggin's car slowly approaching her. she quickly turns around and starts to walk faster.

"hey, is that trashmouth's little girlfriend?" henry bowers calls out the window as the car is now driving next to her. she keeps her head down and her mouth shut as she walks.

"aw cat's got your tongue?" henry coos, his idiotic friends laugh in the background. parker bites her lip. she can feel her anxiety bubbling in her chest.

she hears the car stop and car doors open. suddenly her arms are being grabbed by belch and victor. her breath hitches in her throat as she struggles to get free.

"you think you can ignore me, little sweet innocent parker?" henry caresses her cheek. parker blinks back her tears. "maybe it's time to take away that innocence."

parker furrowed her eyebrows, then that's when she felt his hands on her sides. his hands were rough and squeezed her too tightly. she yelped in pain.

"please don't." she cried, her tears finally trickling down her cheeks. she tried to get her arms out of the two boy's grasp.

henry's hands traveled up her sides. parker began to scream, but belch covered her mouth with his hand. parker's tears blurred her vision.

"i bet you do these type of things with those faggots you hang out with." henry says as his hands ghost over parker's breasts. she felt like she was gonna throw up.

parker frantically shakes her head. the boys just laugh at her. then she feels his rough hands on her. she cries harder.

she can barely think straight. but she's smart enough to take her leg all the way back and kick henry's groin. he falls to the floor with an 'oof!'.

belch and victor let go of parker and rush to help henry. parker takes off sprinting and she doesn't look back. she can hear henry yelling at the boys. she runs faster.

her feet heavily hit the ground and her breaths become shallow. her vision is blurry from her tears and her throat hurts from her sobs.

she feels disgusting and dirty. she feels the need to take twenty-seven showers. parker anderson has never felt so violated in her life.

parker opened her front door and instantly made a bee line upstairs. she almost tripped as she ran to her bathroom.

she stripped of her clothes and turned on the shower. she accidentally made the water too hot. she stepped in, not even feeling the water slightly burn her skin. she couldn't feel it at all.

her sobs racked her body so powerfully, she sank to the floor. she brought her knees to her chest. she cried. she cried so loudly.

she got a sudden burst of anger. she stood up and grabbed her soap. she started to violently rub her body. she gritted her teeth as she pressed the soap harder against her.

she let out a cry of anger as she threw the soap back onto the little shelf in her bathtub. she let the steaming water rinse the soap off her body.

she turned the water off, she still felt dirty, but she was tired. she felt exhausted. she felt like her soul was drained out of her.

she wrapped a towel around her small body. she walked over to her mirror and stared at herself. her eyes were red, bloodshot. her skin around her eyes was puffy and swollen. her lips were curved down into a frown, usually she wore a smile. she looked tired and beat up. so much that one encounter can do to you.

she walked into her room and changed into her pajamas. she didn't place her towel back. she left it on the ground. she got into bed and wrapped her blanket tightly around her.

she closed her eyes and saw nothing. just black. she eventually fell asleep.

she woke up with dried tears on her face. her head hurt. she slowly got out of bed, her body hurt.

she walked into the kitchen. her parents weren't there. she saw a note on the kitchen counter.

parker,
your father and i went upstate. we will be back tomorrow. stay safe and there's money for food in the drawer in your father's office.
xo,
mom

parker sighed. she didn't mind being alone, she wouldn't have to explain what happened to her parents. if she did, she would probably never be let out of the house again.

she hasn't been in her father's office since-

there was a knock on the door. she walked over to the door and opened, completely forgetting the fact that she looked like a mess.

it was the boys. they all looked at her like they had seen a ghost. she started to feel her cheeks heat up.

"a-are you okay, parker?" stan was the first to speak up. the boys just looked at her with their mouths open. they had never seen her look so... broken down and beat up. they had always seen her with makeup, neat hair, and a nice outfit.

"i'm fine," parker's voice sounded hoarse, "what's up?"

"bev called us over. she said she has to show us something." eddie says, he takes out his inhaler and takes a puff.

"oh. okay, uh let me get ready. you guys can wait in the living room." parker says, her voice is quiet. she opens the door more and lets the boys inside. richie is the last one in. all the other boys are already in the living room.

"you're sure that you're okay?" he asks, his usual obnoxious behavior is replaced by a soft one.

parker tries to smile, but she physically can't. "yeah. thanks richie."

she can tell that richie doesn't believe her. hell, she wouldn't believe her. but she just couldn't tell anyone what had happened to her.

"you know you could tell me anything, right? don't say anything, parker, but you're my favorite." richie smiles. parker thinks he looks good with a smile, a genuine smile.

"you're my favorite too, richie." parker blushes, despite her broken exterior. richie could make her smile with anything he says.

"aw, baby, did i make you blush?" richie pinches parker's cheeks. she slaps his hands away, a little disappointed he ruined the moment.

"shut up, richie!"

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lol #pichie is kinda cute

ok bye <3