ALYSSA'S POV

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I smiled as I stopped in front of Logan's door. I was sure he would be happy to see me.

I haven't seen Logan in weeks, even though we attended the same college.

He has been busy with classes because of his demanding course. He was pursuing a degree in medicine and I couldn't have been more proud.

Logan had never invited me to his house but I got his address and decided to surprise him.

I was also a little worried as he hadn't been picking my calls or replying my texts.

I would finally see him after such a long time. I knocked slowly on the door but the door was open.

Surprised, I pushed the door open all the way in and walked in. The house was quiet and the living room was empty.

There were empty glasses of wine scattered on the table and empty plates.

Did someone visit him? Where were they then?

I looked around admiring his living room. From what I was seeing, Logan was rich.

I never got the impression. I always thought he was comfortable but not this rich.

He had gotten me a simple necklace for my birthday a few months ago and barely gave me gifts because he complained about not having enough money.

But I didn't mind. I couldn't keep any expensive gifts anyway because Miranda would take them from me.

But it seemed like he actually was doing well.

'It's just nice decor, Alyssa. It doesn't mean anything.'

I turned as I heard voices from the room. I paused and smiled. Was he on the phone?

Oh, I couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he...

I halted at the door, my breath caught in my throat as I pressed my ears against the door.

I thought I could hear a lady's voice too. No way, Logan would never cheat on me...

Yeah, he could be mean and he hit me a few times in the past but he loved me.

Despite knowing...he loved me. No man would ever love me the way he did.

I pushed the door open with a big smile on my face and the smile died as I witnessed the scene in front of me.

Logan was naked in bed with another girl. She was riding him and he looked like he was enjoying it way too much.

He didn't even look that satisfied with me. But what hurt the most?

The girl fucking my boyfriend, was none other than my best friend, Tricia.

And they looked like they were enjoying themselves way too much.

They both turned and saw me and Logan sneered at me and Tricia winked at me.

They didn't care that I caught them. Oh my God. My eyes widened to the size of saucers and my knees turned weak as I watched them, my eyes filling with tears.

Tricia kept her eyes on me as she increased her pace fucking Logan with loud slutty moans.

Logan grabbed her waist as he ground himself against her, groaning in pleasure as if they were putting on a show for me.

"What are you doing?" I managed to ask, my voice coming out a whisper instead of a shout.

Tears were falling down my cheeks now as I stood there, watching my best friend fuck my boyfriend, mocking me with their eyes and moaning.

They didn't stop until they orgasmed. They kissed passionately as my heart broke into several tiny pieces.

And still I could do was stand there and watch them.

"How could you do this to me? How could you Tricia? What kind of friend are you?"

I yelled, finding my voice at some point. Tricia grabbed the bed covers and wrapped them around her.

She walked over to me while Logan sat on the bed going through his phone.

Pain and shame twisted my heart, as I stared at my unconcerned boyfriend.

He didn't care that I caught him.

Before I could make sense of anything else, Tricia walked over to me and slapped me hard across the face.

She slapped me several times that Iost count and then she pushed me to the ground and started to kick me.

She only stopped when Logan looked up from his phone with a chuckle.

"That's enough, Tricia. I think she's learnt her lesson." He sneered.

I sat on the floor, stupefied as tears ran down my eyes and my nose ran with snot.

I caught my boyfriend in bed with my best friend, I should be the angry one but instead I get beaten by my so called best friend?

I glared up at Tricia as I tried to talk through the tears.

"How could you do this to me? You're my best friend!" I cried.

She gasped, her eyes shining with mockery.

"I'm really sorry, Ally. But Logan's cock is so huge and he sure knows how to fuck." She said in a dreamy voice and she and Logan burst into laughter.

I stared at them in shock and pain.

How did I not see it before now? Logan didn't care about me...and Tricia...she always wanted him.

She was always praising Logan and kept advising me to give him a chance.

"And Logan says you're boring in bed. You were never supposed to find out but then you barged in just now..."

Tricia scoffed and kicked me again.

"That's what you get for barging on us." She sneered.

I tried to stand but she pushed me down again making me hit my head against the door.

My vision blurred and I felt a sharp pain in my head. I shook my head and held out my hand to Logan.

"Logan...please, she's hurting me. I... I just wanted to surprise you." I cried out.

Logan let out a sigh and started to walk towards me.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me up, as he stared into my eyes, while his hands caressed my hair.

I smiled up at him. I knew he cared about me. Yeah, he cheated on me but I was sure Tricia was at fault here.

She must have... I let out a scream as Logan slammed my head against the door.

My hands flew to my forehead and I saw the blood.

I looked up at Logan in horror. Tricia was laughing.

"Logan..." I gasped, unable to believe he just hit me.

He grabbed my hair and sneered at me.

"Didn't I warn you about visiting my place? How dare you barge in here, you dirty little slut!" He spat.

My eyes glazed over and I almost passed out, my head was hammering painfully.

"How...how...could you...you...I can't..." Trailing off, with my last strength, I dragged my hair out of his hands.

"I'm breaking up with you. Enjoy your little affair with Tricia." I spat.

I have no idea where I got the courage to say the words I should have said to him months ago.

From the first time he raised his hands on me...

But it wasn't too late. I never wanted to see him again.

I turned to walk out the door and his next words stopped me in my tracks, as my breath seized.

"If you do that, I'll tell everyone your little secret, you dirty slut."

I turned to look at him, the look in his eyes telling me he was serious.

No, no, no. No one could ever find out about that. I made the biggest mistake ever telling Logan but I would die before I let anyone find out.

No one could find out Logan was right. That I had been nothing but a slut once.

ALYSSA'S POV

I stared at Logan, my chest burning with shame and regret, tears running down my eyes.

How could he do this to me? I thought he loved me?

He smirked at me and he ran his hands through my hair.

"I thought so." He said with a sneer as he tugged on my hair and pulled me towards him.

He tried to kiss me but I averted my face. No way I'll let him kiss me with the same lips he had kissed Tricia with.

But he slammed my head against the door again, and I burst into tears.

This time, I didn't resist when he tried to kiss me.

He grinned at me while shame and anger burned through my chest.

How could he do this to me? My eyes fell on Tricia who was watching us, with a mocking smile.

"Just let me go, Logan." I cried.

He kissed me again as his hands traveled up and squeezed my boobs.

He pulled away, his hands still on my boobs, disgust rolled through me as he stared down at me.

"You're never getting rid of me. You belong to me. No man wants damaged goods, Alyssa. I'm the only one who loves you." He whispered.

A broken sob escaped me as his words sank into my brain.

Oh God.

"Do you understand?" He asked with a whisper.

I nodded, my throat bobbing as I forced back tears.

He was right. No one would want someone like me. Logan was the only one who loved me.

I had always known that. But...why did he have to cheat on me? Why?

And why with Tricia? It could have been any other girl and I wouldn't be mad.

He could get any girl he wanted and he was doing me a favour being with me, but why Tricia.

"Good. Now, strip." I heard him say and I whipped my head up to stare at him, hoping I heard wrong.

His eyes were pinned on me, as they shone with something dark.

"What?" I choked out.

"Did I stutter, slut?" He snarled as he grabbed hold of my hair.

Afraid that I wouldn't be able to take another hit to the head, I nodded rapidly and screamed.

"I'll do it!"

Tricia laughed and I glared at her but she was looking at Logan.

"What are you planning, you sicko?" She asked with a chuckle.

He licked his lips as he watched me.

"I just want to have fun with her. Just to make sure she never forgets she's nothing but a slut."

My eyes widened as I saw the look in his eyes.

Was he going to have sex with me in front of Tricia? Would he really humiliate me like that?

My hands trembled as I took off my clothes slowly until I was standing naked in front of them.

"Damn, Ally. Didn't think you were this hot. You have a smoking body." Tricia exclaimed and I glared at her.

The look in her eyes made my breath hitch. Why was she looking at me like that?

No way...she couldn't be...I screamed and stumbled backwards when she reached out and squeezed my boobs.

"What...what are you doing?" I screamed in horror.

Was Tricia into girls too? No no! What were they planning to do with me?

Trica's eyes had darkened with lust as she stared at me.

"Can I play with her too, Logan?" She asked.

I turned to Logan as I covered myself with my hands and pleaded with him.

"No, I'll do everything you want please but...but don't let her touch me." I cried.

Tricia laughed.

"Oh, but honey you don't have a choice." She walked closer to me and pinned me against the door.

Her eyes bored into mine and she put her hand under my chin.

"We're best friends, Ally. It's not wrong if we do this. You'll like it." She whispered.

Tears fell down my eyes as I waited for Logan to stop her but he didn't.

Her hands grabbed my breasts and squeezed hard and I gasped, my leg buckling.

I whimpered as her hands massaged my breasts and I felt disgusted with myself.

Not because I was enjoying it, but because I didn't necessarily dislike it.

Her eyes were wide with pleasure and awe as she touched me.

"I've thought of touching you like this since the day I walked in on you in the bathroom and saw how big your boobs were." She laughed when I gasped in shock.

She's been attracted to me for that long? The time she was talking about was that one time I invited her and Brittany over for a sleepover.

Miranda was away with another one of her boyfriends and we had the house to ourselves.

I had another one of my nightmares and I was taking a shower in the middle of the night when she stumbled in not realizing I was in there.

That had been several months ago. But thinking back...her reaction had been off.

I had to call out to her several times before she stopped staring at my boobs and ran out of the bathroom.

Her hands on my boobs were starting to get warmer and so was my body.

No, no...I couldn't be enjoying this, I wasn't into girls...

A moan escaped my lips unconsciously as she closed her lips over my nipple.

I gasped, realizing what I had done and Logan laughed and moved towards me too.

He pulled my other nipple into his mouth, standing beside Tricia as they sucked my boobs.

Oh God. I was...I couldn't...take...Another moan escaped my lips as I got wet in an instant.

Tricia slipped two fingers into my pussy and started to touch me.

I knew it was her because her other hand disappeared from around my waist.

Shame, and self loathing washed over me as they both played with me like they said.

I felt even more horrible because at some point, I forgot where I was and started to enjoy it.

Like the slut I was. Just like Logan said.

"God, you have anime sized breasts, Ally. I'm so jealous." Tricia whined as she raised her head and kissed me.

I let her kiss me, but I didn't kiss her back. I didn't like her kissing me, but I didn't hate it either.

I wanted Logan to kiss me. He was my boyfriend after all. If they were going to play with me, they could at least do it right, right?

When she pulled away, Logan kissed me and I kissed him back, my heart soaring for a while.

At least he still wanted me...even if I was boring in bed. Take that, Tricia.

When he pulled away, he glared at me.

"On your knees." He ordered. I went on my knees as quickly as I could and I barely prepared myself before he was slamming his cock into my mouth.

He fucked my mouth so hard I was sure it ripped open at some point while Tricia sat on the floor touching herself and watching us.

When he orgasmed, they made me eat Tricia out while Logan fucked me from behind.

They both had their fun with me and when they were done, they kicked me out into the streets, my clothes ripped and barely on me, and my body battered and broken.

And to make sure I never left or told anyone what happened, Logan had everything recorded.

And now he had pictures of me and videos of me having sex with both of them.

He promised to release them _ making sure only my face was visible in the video _ if I ever thought of doing anything funny.

But how could I? I was powerless. I was weak, just as I was when my parents died.

When my stepmom turned on me and when I became a slut and my life was stolen from me.

My life was useless thanks to Logan, until I met him. A stranger in the night.

As I ran out of Logan's house, and into the streets, I was prepared to end it all.

Until I got hit by his car. He came into my life a stranger but he ended up changing my life in ways I never would have imagined.

His name was Adrian and he was the only man who would ever love me.

PRESENT DAY

ALYSSA'S POV

I successfully made my way to my new school, Riverdale College. I found my way to the administrative office and got everything I needed to settle in.

As I walked through the hallways, I couldn't help but admire the numerous students passing through.

They all came here in pursuit of one dream or the other. Were any of them like me?

Who had to fight tooth and nail to be here or were they like the majority who had everything handed to them on a silver spoon?

I had everything too, once. I had several silver spoons sticking out my mouth.

But then one day, it was gone. Life took them, and I realized how cruel life was.

No matter what you thought you had, it could be gone by tomorrow.

I moved through the crowd trying to find my way to my first class for the day.

I eventually located the class and thankfully, the lecturer was yet to arrive.

I took a seat at the last roll, wanting to avoid talking to anyone or making any friends.

I didn't want more friends. I already had the best friends in the world, Brittany and Tricia.

I smiled as I remembered them. We were together yesterday as they prepped me for my first day of college.

It had been crazy and fun.

So, yeah, I didn't need more friends. People tend to want to look into your soul anyway.

Brittany and Tricia were there for me without trying to do that.

They didn't ask about my nightmares or my discomfort around guys and loved me effortlessly.

I would forever be grateful that I met them.

The door opened and thinking it was the lecturer, I tried to sit properly and ended up pushing my bag to the ground.

It turned out it was just another student coming into the class.

Sighing, I bent to pick up the bag, the same time someone beside me reached for the bag.

Our hands touched and I looked up and locked eyes with the bluest eyes I had ever seen.

My breath caught in my throat as we stared at each other.

When I looked back, I always wondered why I ever thought he looked like an angel.

Was it the blue eyes? Why did everyone think blued eyed boys were angels?

Logan Campbell turned out to be far from an angel.

YEARS LATER _ The Bright Light

ALYSSA'S POV

"If you ever breathe a word of what happened today to anyone, I'll tell everyone what a slut you are."

Logan's words haunted me as I walked away from his house that night.

Something died in me that night too. I went numb, and I wore acceptance like a cloak.

I had no choice but to accept the truth which was staring me right in the face.

I was a slut. I wasn't into girls but I had an orgasm when Tricia ate me out.

And I didn't hate how she had tasted on my tongue. Was I still only into guys now?

Or maybe I would never be able to stand a human's touch again.

I stumbled through the streets, aimlessly, with no destination and my mind blank.

I imagined what anyone who saw me could see, a badly bruised girl, swollen face dressed in torn clothes.

The gown I had worn to Logan's house barely covered me up now.

My legs were on display and my boobs were uncovered to some extent.

I could only hope I didn't run into perverts.

My head hurt. I stumbled and blinked, trying to see past the blackness behind my eyes.

I could barely see where I was going and my head felt like it was about to split in two.

How could I walk home in this condition?

Fresh tears broke free from my eyes and made their way down my cheeks.

How had I ended up here? I regretted meeting Logan. And telling him my secret was the most stupid thing I ever did.

I wondered if the signs had been there from the beginning and I just ignored them or he was so good at pretending.

But the more I thought of it, the more I came to the conclusion that indeed they were signs but I ignored them.

He told me he loved me and I believed him. After all, what did a slut know about love?

Despite the love my parents had shown me, or the one they shared, I didn't deserve it.

That was what I told myself after the love I had known all my life was yanked from me one cruel night.

And later on, I just didn't deserve it anymore because I couldn't even protect the love my parents gave me.

I cried out as my legs gave way and I collapsed to the ground.

My breathing came in hard labored gasps as I remained on my knees on the floor.

I had no idea how much distance I had covered because of all the thoughts jumping around in my head.

All I knew was that I suddenly couldn't move anymore.

The hammering in my head had gotten worse and my vision was failing me.

All of a sudden, a bright light appeared from nowhere. I squinted, my eyes burning from the brightness.

What was happening? Was I dead? Was this the light on the other side people spoke so much about?

I cried out in relief and joy as I let myself go and I tumbled to the ground.

Yes, Lord. Sweet relief. I wasn't religious but right now I was going to embrace the light.

I think I hear the sound of an engine running, like...like a car?

I'm not sure. I stretched my hands towards the light and managed to get on my feet again.

I wanted to make sure whoever was in the light saw me clearly.

The next thing I knew, I hit something hard, throwing me to the ground.

I think I hear someone shouting as I laid crumpled on the ground.

I laughed, my head aching badly. Goodbye world, goodbye pain, goodbye sad miserable life.

I gasped the moment I thought I felt strong arms wrapped around me and lifted me off the ground.

I heard someone swear and I frowned.

Do angels use cuss words? Or was I going to hell? I let out an anguished cry.

Of course, sluts don't go to heaven, right? But the bright light...

I tried to force my eyes open to see my angel, whose hands were soft and strong? And safe.

I couldn't see anything no matter how hard I tried and I tried to reach out with my hands.

"You're safe now." Did I really hear those words? I don't know...but something about the voice soothed me.

I smiled, my heart dancing as I closed my eyes and let the darkness consume me.