The Personal Assistant - COMPLETED

I must have been mistaken, Gerard didn't say "I love you." Just my ears playing a trick on me, hearing what I wanted to hear. As I started walking I remembered that my phone buzzed during the dinner. I checked my phone to see ten missed calls and twenty text messages.

Some of them were from Becky, she had major news she needed to tell me. I would call her later today, her last text said "Shy call me, I think I've found someone! Oh my God where are you, with Gerard?" She didn't know that I was fired yet, the winking smiley face at the end made me giggle.

The rest of the calls and messages came from Matthew, this wouldn't be good. I told him I would be home at eleven and by the time I walk home it would be after seven. There were no voicemails but the texts were enough to make me scared.

I even thought about just going somewhere else but the longer I waited, the worse things would be. So I kept going, his last message sent a chill down my spine. "Where the fuck are you? GET HOME NOW!" As the building neared, my feet stopped moving.

I started crying, what was Matt going to do? My hands were shaking as I pushed the elevator button. The bell dinged letting me know I was on my floor, I stepped out and just stood there. I grabbed the necklace, trying to find comfort in this situation.

Somehow I was able to get my keys out, put them in the lock and open the door. Quietly I shut the door behind me, maybe Matt was sleeping. Maybe he won't be as mad, maybe he's cooled off. I slipped off my converse and walked quietly into the bathroom.

I looked at myself in the mirror, being with Gerard had made me feel good. The necklace sparkled in the mirror and I smiled, but my happiness didn't last long when someone knocked on the door. "Yes?"

"It's Zacky, I have to pee, almost done?" I stepped out and let him in, I decided to go to my room. My door was already opened, I flipped the light on and saw the mess. Everything was destroyed, my bed torn open, my mirror shattered, clothes thrown and all my collectibles broken.

Now I was pissed, everything was broken and destroyed. All my expensive items, he took my Gerard action figure and broke it but left the others alone. I ran to Matt's room and started pounding on the door. "Wake up! You son of a bitch! How could you do this?!" I heard shuffling and finally the door opened, he stood there in nothing but his boxers.

"Why would you do that to my stuff?" I was a lot calmer now, seeing him face to face scared me. His eyes looked me up and down, and he licked his lips.

"Where have you been? According to my watch you're late." My eyes started to water, "why are you crying? I'm not going to hurt you. Now, where were you?"

"I was with Gerard, we lost track of time. That doesn't make up for what you did, my room is destroyed." He went to touch my cheek but I backed away, wrong move. All this did was make him angry.

"You don't want me touching you?" His eyes darted to the heart necklace, "what's this?" He reached up to grab it but I held it tight in my hand.

"Gerard gave it to me for my birthday." He pushed my hands away and yanked the necklace off. "Matt, give it back. It was a gift."

"You must have done something special to get this. Did you fuck him?"

"What? Matthew, of course not. How could you even....." He slapped me hard, knocking me to my knees.

"You're just a little slut, I know what you've been doing with him." This time he punched me, I could taste blood already. He knelt next to me, he grabbed my hair, yanking my head back. "You're going to act like a whore, I'm going to treat you like a whore."

With his tight grip he dragged me into his bedroom, "please don't do this."

"Shh, you're going to love it." He started kissing me but I kneed him in the crotch. I got up and started to run, but I ran into Zacky.

"Whoa, what's wrong?"

"It's Matt, he's....." I couldn't finish my sentence, I started crying into his chest. He hugged me tight and I felt safe.

"It's okay, don't fight it sugar. You'll love it so much more if you don't fight." What did he just say?
I lifted my head from his chest, "what?" He smiled at me, then he pressed his lips against mine. I pushed him away as hard as I could, and ran towards the front door.

A hand yanked me back, ripping my dress and causing me to fall. Matt was on top of me, "where do you think you're going bitch?" I started to scream as loud as I could for help but he moved his hand over my mouth. He lifted my head and forcefully slammed it against the floor several times.

I nearly blacked out, he dragged me back into the bedroom, and threw me on the bed. "Matt, I want first go." This can't be happening, I repeated this in my head but it didn't stop anything. Zacky started groping me, his hands touching me everywhere.

I heard him ripping my dress even more, then he pulled down my boy shorts. "Zacky, don't do this." He kissed me fiercely but pulled away to remove his pants. In a last attempt I punched Zacky as hard as I could.

"You little bitch. Matt, hold her down." Matt's hands gripped my wrists and brought my arms above my head. Zacky removed his pants, revealing himself, already erect. Without warning he thrust himself into me hard, I screamed out in pain. Zacky slapped me hard, "shut up."

His hand found its way upon my throat and tightened. He continued to thrust into me harder, my screams caught in my throat. Tears started to fall, he leaned in and licked my cheek. Zacky removed his hand from my throat and slid it up my dress, starting to grab my breasts.

"Oh fuck, she's so tight." Now both of his hands gripped my hips, helping him push in and out of me deeper. I couldn't move and after a few more hits I decided it was best just to lie there. I couldn't believe this was happening, Matthew was my love. He was suppose to protect me but instead he and his friend were raping me.

I tried to imagine myself elsewhere but couldn't with Zacky's grunts and moans in my ear. Finally his thrusts started to slow down, "oh fuck." He pulled out and after a few quick jerks he came on the sheets.

"My turn, be sure to hold her down for me." Matthew hovered above me, already naked and hard. He flipped me so I was now lying on my stomach. "Oh Shiloh, you're going to love this so much." Zacky grabbed my wrists and held them tight. "Sorry, this might hurt a little."

I was hoping that deep down some part of Matt that I loved was alive and that he would be more gentle with me. Instead he was more forceful, taking me from behind, he pushed himself in and the pain shot up through my body. "Matt, please stop."

"You feel so good though. I don't want to stop and I know you don't want me to stop." After several minutes, he came up with an idea. He pulled out quickly, grabbed me by my hair and tossed me to the floor. I was thankful I still had my dress on even if it was ripped and torn.

"On your knees, come on baby." Zacky got me to my knees, "now suck." My whole body was shaking and I couldn't move. "Suck."

"Please Matt." He slapped me hard.

"Open your pretty little mouth and suck or I'll make this worse." I did what he asked but I wasn't doing it fast enough and he started to control my head. I began to gag and it became hard to breathe with crying added to everything. Matt kept himself in place and didn't stop until he came inside my mouth.

"Swallow all of it." Again to avoid being hurt more I did what I was told. "Such a good girl, my little whore." Zacky and him started talking and I saw this as a chance. Slowly I stood up, my legs barely able to hold me up. I pulled up my shorts and started walking towards the door.

"Where are you going? We're not done with you yet." Matt grabbed me but I fought back, he in returned threw me against the mirror that's on the door. Glass shattered, some pieces cutting areas all over my body. I could hear him get closer so I grabbed a piece of glass and waited.

When I felt his hand touch me I spun quickly and slammed the glass piece into him. Then I got up and ran to the front door, Zacky caught me this time but I wasn't going back. I grabbed the lamp on the table in the living room and smashed it over his head. With both of them down at the moment I ran out the front door and to the elevators.

My legs couldn't take all those stairs so I prayed I could get out before Matt or Zacky appeared. I made it to the front of the building and continued to run as fast as I could. It was Saturday afternoon, the sun brightly shining, people going on about their days.

I was attacked for several hours and somehow I found the strength to run. It had to be adrenaline running through my body. Taking back ways and shortcuts I ran to the one place I knew I was safe at.

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