The week went by and before I knew it, it was Saturday night. The team had won their game yesterday and I was now just propping myself out of bed to get ready for the day. I was certainly exhausted and Colton invited me to a party tonight , and of course I was too polite to say no.

If I had to be completely honest, Colton confused me. He always told me that he never drank, but that didn't explain why he continued to attend a party almost every week, when sometimes I preferably didn't go because I was busy. But today was different. Today he insisted that I had to come, that he wanted to show me off to his friends again, and again. Honestly, there's not much for me to show off.

I decided to go anyways because I loved Colton and I wanted to make him happy.

When 7 o' clock rolled around I had my hair lightly curled and a stung up shirt that I rarely wore. Maybe I just wanted to impress Colton, or something silly like that. Either way, I wore the shirt. I threw a t-shirt over the top just so I could get out of the house, and once I was safe and sound in Colton's car I lifted it over my head.

"Well darn, I thought you were stripping for me" Colton replied. I smiled and only looked at him.

"You naughty naughty boy" I said as he gripped the steering wheel. He turned to look at me before moving his hand on my thigh. I almost stopped breathing when he moved it closer against my skin, when he held it there.

"Oh, baby I can be more naughty than that" He said in a low husky whisper. A shiver cascaded up my spine and down my stomach where butterflies flew around like crazy.

"Eyes on the road" I said when I caught him staring at my chest for too long. Colton smirked.

"Sorry, you're just too hot" He said, which instantly made me blush. He was so nice, so perfect and honestly so amazing. How did I get so lucky to have a boyfriend like him? A guy that cares so much for me?

The sun was setting below the horizon and when we pulled into the driveway, it was packed with teenagers and red solo cups. The music was blaring from the house - probably from a stereo- and people spilled out of ever door and window.

Honestly, it looked kind of crazy and bizarre, but I wasn't in the least bit frightened. Especially since I had Colton here with me. I took a deep breath and walked in the house behind him, suddenly growing overwhelmed by the crazy atmosphere. It was obvious that the party was already in full swing, and it had seemed as if it hadn't just started two hours ago. Either way, the house smelled of beer and must.

A teenage guy, One that I didn't know, came trudging up to us with a red solo cup in his hands. He looked familiar, almost like I've seen him before.

       "Colt, my man. What's up?" He exclaimed wildly.   I looked at him as he watched me from the corner of his eye before he turned back to Colton - giving him a slap on the back.  He handed him a red solo cup full of a type of liquid - my guess was beer.

        "No thanks man. I drove tonight" He said, obviously trying his best to remain cool. I watched on, thinking that maybe he would stay strong and decline the offer. 

       "Cmon man. You can just crash here tonight, you and your smoking hot lady" The boy said eagerly. He pushed the red solo cup into his hands and insisted that he take it, obviously only focused on one thing. Colton took it in his hands and took a swig with no hesitation.

           "Here you go beautiful" The boy said while handing me one too. I didn't hesitate before taking it in my hands, but I simply wasn't planning on taking a drink. I watched as Colton took another swig before getting into conversation with the guy who I yet to know his name.

         "And what's your sweethearts name?" He insisted While looking at me with a heavy smirk on his lips. His eyes danced across my body which instantly made me uncomfortable. His eyes were like serpents that slithered across my body horribly.

"Elizabeth" Colton said while taking another long drink. It was then I realized I hadn't spoken a word since we arrived.

   He gave me a smirk. He knew me.

And I remembered him.

         "I'm Brandon. I think I've been to a couple of your games before. For a moment I thought you were dating that Ben asshole, not my man Colt" I cringed. He was the guy that slapped my butt, the guy who Ben scared half to death. I remembered that moment, and right now I could only frown when I realized who Colton was friends with.

  As soon as I realized who he was, I couldn't help but become afraid. Colton had had at least 3 beers by now and he was already getting tipsy, surly he couldn't drive home in this condition. Looks like I would be the driver tonight, if only I could get him out of here.

The room got smaller all of a sudden, and I felt myself becoming dizzy. Not the type of dizziness that Alcohol creates, but the type that made me realize how much potential danger I was in.

Brandon suddenly got scarier, and I knew Colton was too drunk now to protect me if something happened.

God, I was too good at overthinking.

      "Well I got a empty room upstairs if you want it. If not, I'm sure Lizzy wouldn't mind taking a trip up there with me" Brandon said. He handed Colton another drink, and Colton took it eagerly, swishing it down like it was nothing. He took another.

     "Nah man. I'll take her upstairs" Colton said. I wanted to tell Brandon not to call me Lizzy, to stop talking about me like I wasn't there. But no words would leave my mouth, I couldn't speak how I truly felt.  Colton grabbed my wrist roughly and started pulling me along towards the stairwell. I followed him, knowing very well that all I had to do was say no.

      "Colton. Maybe we should just go home" I said, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention. He turned around to face me as we entered the empty room. A queen size bed was directly in the middle, the sheets were laid out so cleanly that it was probably Brandon's parents room. "Colton, you're really drunk. We should go home now" I said, tugging at his hand. Colton didn't budge.

        "Lizzy. Brandon said we could crash here for the nighht," Colton slurred before pushing me against the wall and kissing my lips. The alcohol on his breath tasted like death. "Let's do somethingg" he purred before kissing my neck roughly, almost like he was trying to push me over in the process.

     "Colton" I protested before pushing him off of me. He stumbled back a few steps before looking at me closer, his eyes full of lust.

    "Lizzyy" He purred, but I backed up against the door frame, trying to find the door handle. I shouldn't be in this position, I shouldn't be feeling so conflicted right now. I knew myself and I knew I would say no, but a part of me wanted to get it over with and tell him yes. Maybe because I loved him and all I wanted was for him to be happy.

So when he came at me, pushing me up against the door frame, his lips attached to my neck. I didn't budge. His lips tasted like alcohol. He stopped to look at me before reaching to the side of him, plucking his cup off the counter and raising it to his lips again. Unexpectedly he handed the cup to me, edging me to take a drink. I set it on the counter beside me.

     "Cmon babe. Have a little fun" He egged while grazing his lips across my cheek. A shiver ran down my spine before I let out a loud gulp. Why was I so afraid? This was my boyfriend after all.

     "Colton -" I started to say, but was cut off by his lips connecting to mine.  I didn't kiss him back, and Colton must've gotten offended by my uncertainty. He pushed my hands against the back of the door while his other hand started to undo the strings of my shirt.  I quickly pulled away. "Colt-"

And a loud rrriiiipppp went through the air as the v - neck of my shirt tore right down the center, completely revealing my bra. 

       "Shut up. Let me kiss you" He said before roughly grabbing my arms and throwing me on the bed, so hard I thought the wind was knocked out of me. Honestly, I don't think I've ever been more scared of somebody in my life, and it was my boyfriend. The guy I was supposed to feel safe next to, not frightened.

Almost suddenly a ray of inside lighting shown into the room just as Colton was taking off his jeans and I was scrambling to the side of the bed.

   "Get away from her" I heard the familiar voice yell before tackling Colton to the ground. Fists were flying, every part of me wanted to scream for them to stop as Ben was beating the living shit out of Colton.  I instantly wrapped my arms around my chest, a small tear lightly escaping my eye and running down my cheek.

For a moment I couldn't decide why I was crying, why tears were coming from my eyes rapidly. I didn't understand why Colton had taken that drink and most importantly, I didn't understand how I got so lucky for Ben to save my life. To save me from my own... boyfriend.

That fact alone scared me to death and I didn't know if things would ever be the same.

Colton was thrashing around under Ben's weight, eagerly punching and putting up a fight. Ben flew backwards, giving Colton a opportunity to start swinging wildly, too drunk to hit his target.

I kept my arms wrapped around my chest, my tears probably messed up my makeup and I more than likely looked like a wreck. But at this point, I didn't care. I just wanted to go home.

Loud footsteps came launching up the stairs, and Brandon's face soon appeared in the doorway, gazing in on the situation.

"Well well well, if it isn't Benedict. Nice to see you here" Brandon said, in almost a mocking manner. Ben stopped fighting and stood up, facing Brandon face-to-face. Colton lay on the ground, helpless and insanely drunk. In that moment I had never felt more vulnerable with my hands crossed around my chest, and Brandon's quick evil glances.  "You don't scare me Benedict. That whole act at that stupid volleyball game was fake. You should've known that" Brandon said plainly, like it was as clear as day.

         "I think you are scared. One call and this whole party ends right here. One punch and your whole face gets wrecked to the point you'll never get laid again. You don't really want that to happen, do you?" Ben said tauntingly. Brandon took a step back, his hands held up.

   "Calm down buddy. I mean, come on. They were just having a little fun is all, no big deal. Just leave, or I'll be the one to kick your ass" Brandon said. Colton let out a moan from the floor, obviously in pain.

       "Having a little fun? He was about to fucking rape her." Ben said angrily. Just at the word rape made me cringe, it made me so scared at the realization.  The more scary part was that I didn't even say no.

     "Rape? That's just rough sex -hell, Colton was so drunk I was gonna take a chance at his girlfriend over there. Man, she sure does have a nice ass" Brandon said before Ben's fist connected with his jaw so hard I couldn't help but feel the pain as well. Brandon feel backwards into the door, completely knocked out.

For a moment I was so shocked I couldn't breath or think straight, everything was so blurry and unreal. I hadn't drank any alcohol tonight, but for some reason it felt like I had.  Ben was so angry that it felt like the whole room was on fire.  He hustled over to me, taking off his shirt and throwing it in my direction.

"Sorry your shirts ruined. But I think it's best that we go home now" He said calmly, lightly grabbing my arm. I was kinda embarrassed that he seen me like this. With tears streaming down my cheeks and my hair a complete mess. Not to mention random pieces of thread were hanging off my shirt, leaving me completely overwhelmed.

Never in a million years did I expect this to happen. For me to be scared of my own boyfriend.  To see him laying on the floor, completely wasted and in pain.  And I just left.

I left him there.

I left feeling so much worse than I ever felt before. Knowing that I had to do something. I couldn't let this ruin our relationship. I couldn't. 

Two of my shirts had been ripped by people I care for the most, except for once the situation with Ben wasn't as nearly as bad as this.

How could I have been so stupid? So ignorant and so dumb? Why did I let Colton take the drink and why didn't I say no.

Why.

Maybe it was because I'm trying too hard for something that isn't meant to be.

Maybe it's because what I want isn't what I need.