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.

My eyes fluttered open and I stretched languorously.

My muscles sighed, like they could feel the warm feeling in my chest. I looked around, as a frown settled on brows.

Where was I? I was in a room I had never seen before. It wasn't my room back home. I wasn't at Brittany or Tricia's place either.

I sat up in bed, my hand moving to my head. My head was wrapped in a bandage.

Huh? Someone treated my wounds...I must have looked a mess to whoever found me.

But who found me? I looked down at myself in a flash wondering if whoever it was took off my clothes and I wanted to know how badly I was hurt.

I had a bandage wrapped around my stomach too and I realized I was naked.

Whose house was I in and whose bed was this?

But the bed was really soft! A King sized bed, it was a master bedroom and there was a big walking closet as big as a room.

The room was painted in a midnight blue color. I gasped as my hands touched my hair.

Like my hair. That wasn't creepy...a lot of things in the room were a midnight blue color.

Maybe it was just a coincidence. Whoever lived here was just obsessed with midnight blue.

I didn't see anything special about the color of you asked me.

But how did I get here? The last thing I remembered....

My eyes widened and I looked frantically around.

Was I dead? Heaven would white and not midnight blue right?

I moved too fast and my pain shot through me as my bandaged stomach ached.

I was definitely not dead.

'You're safe now.' Those words stole into my head and I smiled.

Somehow, I remembered that voice more clearly now even though I had been on the brink of unconsciousness last night.

Who was that? Did the person bring me here?

I was in a stranger's bed, naked. I hoped the stranger was a woman.

There was enough lighting in the room to tell me it was morning despite the dark painting.

The owner must be wealthy to be able to pull that off.

Oh God, no. My stepmom would flip and I would probably earn a beating again.

It didn't matter. I had been through worse and her beatings didn't hurt anymore at this point.

I couldn't leave because I was naked and I couldn't go wandering in a stranger's house.

And the door could be locked...

I looked up when I heard the door opening, and then a man walked in.

My breath caught as he walked further into the room, his eyes fixed on me.

I was unable to breathe and I couldn't have looked away if I wanted to.

He was tall! He looked at least 6 feet and several inches, how would my 5 feet, five look next to him?

My head would probably stop at his chest.

And God, he was built. His work out routine must be crazy for him to maintain those abs, his shirt wasn't doing much.

And his face, his eyes...grey, dark like mine. Like they had seen everything the world had to offer.

But his facial features were more defined, telling me he was much older than my eighteen years.

So why the hell had my body suddenly gone hot? Why was my heart fluttering against my ribcage.

Those eyes...they swept over me intently, my nipples hardened instantly and I paled.

What the hell? I bit down on my tongue to stop a gasp from escaping.

His eyes darkened as he cocked his head.

I had the bedcovers over me but I felt like he could see my naked breasts and how my nipples were aching for him.

My naked breasts...my eyes widened and I screamed and pulled further away, as if I could disappear into the headboard.

"Who are you? Did you take my clothes off?" I asked in horror, my heart in my throat.

He smiled, making my heart slam crazily against my ribcage.

God. How could one man be this attractive? And why the hell did I find a man old enough to be my father attractive?

His wife could be in the living room with their children or something.

"You're awake." He said in a husky voice.

Damn, his voice sent shock waves straight to my pussy.

Unconsciously, I drew my legs together, clutching the covers between my legs.

My eyes and I gasped realizing what I just did and that he had noticed everything.

He walked slowly towards the bed, his dark eyes fixed on me, and stopped right in front of me.

I sat there, unmoving, staring wildly up at him as he leaned down towards me.

He smiled, no...smirked. What on earth was he so smug about?

"Did I make you wet?" He asked in an amused voice.

My cheeks reddened and I scurried away from him, stammering.

"What...I...you're...oh fuck me..." I exclaimed in frustration and he gave me a sly look and I face palmed myself.

Oh God. I was such an idiot. I peaked out at him through my fingers and he was still staring down at me, his expression one of amusement.

A knock came on the door and he pulled away from me to answer the door and I breathed a sigh of relief.

A woman about Miranda's age walked in. She was carrying a tray of food and in it was a transparent bag with my bag and belongings.

She held my shoes in her other hand. She dropped them on the bedside table and smiled at me.

"You're awake." She said with a smile. I couldn't help but smile back.

My eyes trailed back to the man who was watching me.

"This is Martha, my housekeeper. She changed your clothes, gave you a shower and everything else." He explained.

My eyes widened and I turned to her to thank her. She asked how I was feeling and then left.

I was left alone with the man once again and I tried to avoid his eyes as I reached for my things.

My handbag and my phone and the necklace Logan had given me for my birthday.

Seeing the necklace made me sick and I stuffed it into my handbag.

"What about my clothes?" I asked slowly, not looking up at him.

He walked towards the closet and then he walked back towards me and threw a midnight blue shirt at me.

Huh? Obsessed much?

Unable to hide my amusement, I teased him.

"Do you have an obsession with this color or something?" I asked, amusement in my voice.

He didn't smile when he stared deep into my eyes and replied.

"I think it's going to be my obsession from now on."

My breath hitched when I realized he wasn't talking about any of his things. So, he noticed the color of my hair?

I couldn't help the blush that crept its way onto my cheeks.

"Put that on. Your clothes were destroyed and there's no one but Martha and I here."

I looked up at him in surprise. He wasn't married? Why did I care?

"I mean my clothes are the only things here that will fit you."

I nodded and stared at him, waiting. He turned around and I got out of bed and quickly put on the shirt.

My cheeks colored as I took my panties from the things Martha brought up wondering if he had seen them.

I quickly put them on and when I was done, I told him it was okay to turn around.

His eyes were fixed on me as he suddenly walked closer to me.

Without warning, he grabbed my waist and pulled me flush against him.

I looked up at him in shock and alarm but got mesmerized in his eyes.

His hands moved to my hair.

"This color looks great on you." He whispered, his lips hovering only inches from mine.

I waited, wondering and hoping he kissed me.