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The next thing I knew, I was being pinned against the back wall of the janitor's room. His hands gripped my ass through my dress, holding me up against the wall as he bit into my neck.

Pain and pleasure coursing through my veins, making me moan softly.

My legs wrapped around his waist, and my hands in his hair.

I don't know if it's because of his body heat that it's so hot in here, or if it's all the alcohol running through my veins.

Probably both.

But for all I know: I feel good.

He sucked and licked at my revealed collarbone, until I begged him for more.

By that, he bit me so hard that I almost screamed before he dropped me onto my feet and slammed his hand over my mouth.

I'm sure he left his teeth printed into my skin.

He pinned me against the wall. His dark, brown eyes stared at me with fire in them.

"Don't be so fucking loud, do you want us to be caught?" He growled, gripping my chin as he whispered against my ear.

I stared at him cluelessly, my only focus was at my wobbly legs, struggling to keep myself up.

I wanted this so bad.

But then Daniela's face popped up in my mind.

Slowly, he lowered himself on his knees in front of me.

If I had the energy to widen my eyes, I would, but I just threw my head back against the wall.

I slurred breathlessly, "Hey... maybe we should stop."

He gripped my hips, holding me still as he kissed up my leg. I let out a tiny whine.

He looked up at me through his lashes with a confused frown. "Stop?"

"Yeah." I look down at him, breathing rapidly.

He paused, his lips hovering over my skin. "Why?"

"W-well, I think I'm... drunk, and well... maybe you too?"

"Me, drunk?" He scoffed and continued kissing my leg higher and higher. "No. I simply just know what I want."

"W-wait."

A few seconds later, my mind went numb. But all I knew is that I needed it to stop before things could escalate.

Using all my strength, I kneed him in the face. He grunted loudly and fell backwards onto the ground.

I looked at him with wide eyes, his nose bleeding.

Oh, fuck!

"S-Sorry. I-I'm so sorry...." I panicked, my hands flying over my mouth.

He rolled around on the floor, wincing and groaning as the blood from his nose ran down his chin.

"You bitch!" He growled, spitting out the blood from his mouth, "I'll fucking come for you if you dare mention this to anybody! I'll--"

I couldn't stand hearing him finish his threats and immediately unlocked the door and ran out.

I rush into the women's bathroom.

All my emotions crashed down at once. I burst out into tears, sliding down against the wall as I bundle myself up.

I brought my knees up, and hid my face inside it, in hopes to muffle my cries.

I now realized the blood on my knee from kneeing his nose.

The sight made me almost pass out, my heartbeat slightly increasing. Not really knowing what I'm doing, I wipe the blood off my knee, but it just stained my hand.

I almost puked, and covered my mouth then wiped my hand off on my dress.

Shit, now there might be blood on my face and dress.

I think all this made me sober.

My makeup was ruined, my tears turning black from my mascara and my lipstick smudged across my lips.

Sitting there for a while, I finally grab composure and stand up. I straighten my outfit, trying to make it look as new as possible.

As I stumbled through the hallway back to the stage, the music immediately hit my ears.

Elijah was the one now behind the Dj-booth, bopping his head up and down whilst holding the earphones up to his one ear.

My heart sank, and it felt as if I wanted to collapse.

My eyes scan around the room for an exit, then finally, I found it.

I sped walk through the crowd.

The second I reached out for the door, someone touched my shoulder from behind.

I got a flash-back about a minute ago, and flinched.

My heart could practically run out of my chest by this point.

I let go of a relieved breath as I look up to Professor Garcia.

"Hey, where are you going. Everything alright?" She asks concerningly, "You're shaking like a leaf."

I kept my head low. "I'm fine." I quiver, walking out.

As I got outside, a cold breeze hit my face. I could finally breathe again, but at the same time, I felt like crying, and that's what I did.

I stood there on the steps, and just let the tears roll down.

No noises of sobs left.

The door opened again, and I just sighed, knowing it's her.

"Don't bullshit me." She said quietly, "What happened."

I bit my bottom lip, preventing me from making a sound. She stepped besides me, and I turned away.

"Show me your face."

"I said-- I'm fine." I whisper shakily.

Her warm hand grazed against my wrist. In a flash, I swat her hand away and turned to her.

"Please don't."

Her eyes soften, eyebrows raising as she scans my face.

I gulp, "I- I just need to... need to go."

She stepped closer, fists clenching, "Who did this to you." She growled. She looked at the marks on my neck and collarbone.

Her eyes widen at my collarbone, probably seeing his teeth mark.

Her nostrils flare in anger.

"Joder."

Spanish. Great.

"What, n-no?" I sniffed, looking away, "Look, It's obvious what I did. There's hickeys all over my fucking neck! And... and... yeah, so- so what, I'm a fucking... slu--"

"Calm down." She raised her voice, yet concern laced in her voice. "Don't lie to me. There's more to this story, and I know it. The blood on your cheek? Or what about your red, teary eyes... your bruised knee?"

Ashamed, I wrap my arms around my body. "It's not mine-- the blood. It's not mine."

Professor took a sharp breath in, placing her arms on both sides of her hips. She looked back into the venue, before stepping down another step.

"I don't want anyone else getting involved." She nods, signaling me to follow her, "Come on."

She held out her hand for me, but as I reached out to hers, I saw the stained blood and flushed, embarrassed.

But she didn't care.

She took my hand as I was about to pull back.

For some reason, that made my heart jumped. Knowing there's blood on my hand, but she still took it. How is she not disgusted?

We walked to her car, hand in hand, and she used her body to cover me as I tried to stop my silent cries.

"Talk to me." She said softly.

Her thumb drew shapes on my hand.

"I hooked up with a guy." I shrug sadly, "Things got out of hand."

She sighed, shaking her head. I knew she tried to remain cool, but there was a hint of something different in her eyes.

Her eyes locked with my collarbone, and she gently reached out to touch it. My hand fell out of hers.

A shiver went down my spine as she lightly brushed her fingers across my bruises.

My lips part, confused as I look up to her.

Her piercing green eyes were locked on my neck, like she zoned out.

My eyebrows furrow towards each other. The blood rushed up to my face, now I'm definitely sure it's not the alcohol's doing.

"Did you want it to happen?" She asks lowly.

My breathing got stuck in my throat.

"What?"

"I'm asking you if I should call the cops or deal it with myself." She retreated her hand, "This was an assault."

"What? No, no..."

"Victoria."

"I'm serious, Daniela." Professor was taken aback as I called her by her name, "I wanted... to do it, but..."

"But?"

I gulp thickly, "I handled it, okay?"

"Is he alive?"

My eyes widen at her words. "What the fuck, why would you ask that? Of course he's alive. I-I think I just broke his nose."

She looked up at me again and I got nervous. Her hands came up to cup my cheeks.

"I know. I know. You're so strong." She reassured softly and then paused like the anger came back to her,

"I would've fucking killed him."

Oh.

I'm so glad I'm one of her best students, that rarely gets in trouble. I wouldn't stand a chance to see her get so mad like right now.

Her eyes turned dead as she stared at me. Her eyes could burn straight through my soul.

"Who did it."

"Daniela, please. Leave it. I don't want things to escalate."

"And forget about this?" She raised her voice, "Nobody has the right to touch you like that... to use you."

Everything came crashing down and I just burst out with emotions. "Stop it! It's not a big deal!" I snap. "We didn't do anything intense!"

She stared at me in disbelief, her hands slipping off my face.

My eyes swelled with tears, but I tried my best to hold them back.

Anger washed over her face for a split second as she shook her head at me.

In a flash, she grabs my wrist and dragged me closer to her. I winced as she twisted it -not enough to hurt me intensely- to the side and revealed a red hand print on my upper arm.

"This is not a big deal?" She husked, speaking through her teeth.

She then dropped my arm. Another wince escaped my mouth. Her hand gripped my chin and forcefully turned my head to the side where I smeared the blood.

"This is no big deal?"

She then pointed at the bite mark on my collarbone. "What about this!?"

I swiftly swat her hand away from me and step back.

I wanted to scream at her. But this wasn't her fault, so I tried calming myself down.

My voice was above a whisper, "I can't tell you, because he... he threatened me. He warned me not to tell anyone. I don't want the police or you involved in this. Please, I don't want to make things worse."

"Victoria, I told you I'd help you. I'm here for you, and now you're the one pushing me away. So stop being stubborn, and let me help. I'm not letting this slide. If you don't tell me right now who it was, I swear I'll find him on my own."

I hesitate, gulping thickly. I stay quiet.

Daniela took a deep breath in, closing her eyes for a split second. "Can you at least get in my car so that I know you're safe?"

I hesitate again, but I did as she asked and climbed into the passenger seat. Daniela entered the driver's seat, but didn't start the car. She just leaned back, resting her head on the seat.

I spoke softly, "Do you have make-up I can borrow to just cover myself up? I can't go home looking like this."

"I do, but it's at my house. We need to get you checked out first." She said, eyes closed.

"I'm fine. I'm not hurt." I roll my eyes. "And there's no way I'm going to a hospital."

"I didn't mention a hospital."