Laying in bed I hear my door creak open, I can hear in my sleep but my eyes are glued shut.

Would you consider that a talent?

The footsteps approach me but all is heard is heavy breathing and as if someone is trying to say something but can't.

The footsteps come closer and closer and I can feel the presence above me.

Like wtf.

More footsteps are heard.

"Devon, what are you doing looking at her like that?" Damon says angrily.

Next minute the covers are thrown over my body, oh shit I'm in my underwear.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

My mother fucking step brothers saw me basically almost naked.

Why would he just stand there and stare at me?

I shoot up, fully awake I hold onto the covers tightly slightly scared of Devon's intentions.

I look up at him frightened.

"Wh-What's going o-on why are you-you in my room?" I ask.

Damon just waits for Devon's answer.

"It's not what you think, I just came in to wake you up. I didn't know you were in your underwear." He says as if it's nothing.

Derek walks in.

Seriously.

"What's going on in here?" Derek asks.

"This is what's going on in here," Devon says as he pulls the cover off of me throwing it behind him on the floor.

I gasp in shock as I tuck my legs into my chest to cover my body.

I can't believe he just did that.

Everyone is just staring at me.

I can't take this I need to get some clothes on, like right now.

Derek and Damon leave my room.

I stand up and try to get past Devon but he just blocks me.

"Where do you think your going?" He asks grabbing both my wrists.

"Move Devon I need to change," I say trying to pull my hands out from his grip.

"I don't think so," he says throwing me onto the bed. He leans over me smirking.

"Devon, Stop. Get off me," I say frustrated.

I push at his chest to get him to move but he doesn't budge.

I roll over onto my stomach as I try to crawl to the other end of the bed when suddenly my legs are being pulled back.

Devon harshly throws me around to face him.

"This is harassment. You're harassing me!" I shout.

Devon leans into me, he's basically lying on top of me when I'm like near naked.

I tear up as it brings back memory's of my last relationship.

"Devon stooop," I cry out.

He stays there breathing in my neck, I wriggle from beneath trying to escape from his heavy weight.

He suddenly moans "I wouldn't move like that again," he says now looking at me.

A tear leaves my eye "Devon please stop," I say.

He moves his head and lays it on my chest. I moan in frustration as I continue to wriggle beneath him to get out.

"Devon, Devon Stop, get off me. I don't like this, I'm not playing with you I'm serious get off me!" I say in tears.

He removes half his weight from me as he looks down at me.

"Chill out, I wasn't going to try anything on you. I was just joking," he says snickering.

He gets off of me and walks out my room.

Damon walks back into my room and grabs my cover from the ground and throws it on the bed next to me.

"There's a party later on today you'll be needing to come since we don't trust you in the house alone. We are leaving at eight tonight so be ready, you understand me?" He says.

I nod my head and wipe my tear away.

Damon leaves my room, leaving me with the thoughts of my past of how my boyfriend treated me. How he beat me, harassed me how he almost made me do things I didn't want to do.

I sit there and think.

Why is my life so fucked up?