~*~Through The Glass~*~

Author's Note: THIS CHAPTER IS NC-17. It includes, violence, rape, drug reference. So don't say I didn't warn you. Sorry for taking so long to update, but it's taken a lot out of me to try to figure out the transition of this story... but i know you won't be disappointed. Read and reviews appreciated.

Through The Glass- Chapter 22:

I threw on my sweater and rushed out of the door, ignoring the protests of my family, and ran down the block. The diner where we were supposed to meet was fortunately close by, and it took me no more than 10 minutes to jog there. I flew in the door, almost tripping over my own two feet and found Matt sitting at the small booth the farthest from the door.

I ran down there, and started apologizing like crazy before even bothering to sit down, "I'm sorry, I meant to get here on time, but the orientation dragged on and then my sister was home… you know how it is with my family…" but I just stopped apologizing when I noticed him glowering at me. "What?" I asked, nervously. "What's wrong? I'm sorry."

"Just sit the fuck down," he snapped at me. I was terrified. In all the months that Matt and I had been seeing each other he'd never once been upset with me. I didn't know what to expect, and if this was how Matt acted when he was upset, I never wanted to see him upset again.

So I sat down, just like he told me to, and saw him shaking. He wasn't high, which I could see as a good cause to be upset, but not at me. I didn't say and word, and he finally spoke, "Order something and let's get out of here, I want to fucking go home."

I nodded, ordering a cheeseburger deluxe. It came, and I picked at it nervously, before asking the waitress to pack it up for me. We drove back to Matt's apartment in complete silence. He started at the road and I stared at him. His face was so grim; I'd never seen him like that before.

When we got into his apartment, the first thing he did was dig into his drawer for the big bag of meth and snort four lines. Then he looked at me. I had a feeling similar to a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car. He took a few big strides over to me, and then pushed me against the wall.

My head hit so hard that for a moment, I saw stars. I didn't know how to react, so I just looked at him with my eyes wide in fear. He lifted my head and started to attack my neck with bruising kisses. I couldn't believe what he was doing, and I just wasn't in the mood. I tried pulling away but he pushed me harder into the wall; so hard, I thought I might fall through onto the other side.

He started to work on my clothes, pulling off my shirt and unclasping my bra, fumbling with the button of my jeans, and I finally snapped out of my trance of fear and looked up at him.

He stopped what he was doing for just a moment and said, "Don't ever be late to see me again. I'm not going to fucking wait for you next time. Understood?" I nodded. He went back to fumbling with the zipper of my jeans.

"Matt, no," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Not now Matt, I can't, I'm not in the mood."

What happened next happened so fast that I almost couldn't register is happening. Matt's big hand came at my face so fast and he smacked me so hard that my whole face was burning. I couldn't control the sobs that wracked my small body. He just glared at me before saying, "I get what I want. And I want you, now. And you always fucking want me," he sneered, speaking directly to my ear, "You always want to fuck me." He said with such malice, before returning back to my pants, sliding them and my underwear off in one swift motion.

"On the bed," he ordered, and I did as I was told, not wanting to get hit again. He took off the rest of his clothes and lay next to me, and then shoved his finger inside of me, so roughly, that I cried out in pain.

He entered me next, and I was already so sore from what he did with his fingers that I began to scream. He slapped me again, "Shut up before one of the neighbors hears you!" An hour passed of him turning and flipping me over while he got his pleasure. My body hurt and I was so tired but the meth wouldn't let him finish, and so I had to keep dealing with the torture he was dishing out. I started to squirm underneath him, trying to get away. He stopped.

"I see you won't cooperate," he said, staring at me in almost an evil way. He was like a completely different person, and I hated him so much at that moment I wished he would just disappear. "That's okay, I don't need you to."

His strong, big hands wrapped around my throat, and before I knew it everything turned black. I woke up an hour later, and saw his face contorting in pleasure as he came inside of me, before rolling over in exhaustion and falling asleep.