Who Do You Think You Are? - M Factor Competition Entry

This is my entry for the 'M Factor' competition. I'm just going to start it and see if it works, I hope you enjoy it :D

Zinnia is 1/4 of girl rock band Violet Vanity.
This year, in their last shot of fame, they have decided to enter the biggest talent show on Earth - The X Factor. However, little do her bandmates know, Zinnia is only 14, underage for entering the show... and she hates the music she sings and knows so well. After a slutty and confusing performance, Violet Vanity are through to bootcamp... but what happens thereafter will be a rollercoaster ride of stress and anxiety, and as the truth begins to unfold, everyone begins to learn that 'Star', Zinnia's cover name, is not all she turns out to be...

WARNING~ Mild language that is starred like so ***. I'm sorry, I only use it when it seems right. Also the views expressed in this about the contestants are just so they fit in with the story and not necessarily my own :)
Thankyou for reading!<3

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8. 8) The Party

"So, what's your name, sugar?" 

I grimace at the boy's slimy tone. He must be about 18 and he's trying to dance beside me, grabbing my waist and pulling me in. The party is about 2 hours in and I've already had about 12 boys attempt to hit on me, dance with me, tease me. In the first few minutes of the party we had JLS, former contestants on the show, come in and talk to us a little about bootcamp, but after they left it just turned into one big mess of teenagers flirting with each other.

"Star." I reply, trying not to show much interest, but he clearly takes it as me playing hard to get. He moves in closer to whisper in my ear, and I can feel sick creeping up into my mouth. 

"Sssstar." He says my name in what he probably believes to be a seductive voice several times, playing with my hair. His hands creep slowly down my back, massaging me gently. Somehow, in the dark room with all the coloured lights flashing in my eyes, and the heat of bodies all around me, I can't seem to pull away. And anyway, it feels quite nice. I decide I can play the game just for one night, let go, enjoy myself.

"You like that?" He murmurs, rubbing around my lower back and stroking my hips. I nod slowly and he massages me harder. My muscles are so tight and his strong hands ease the stress so well that I accidentally slip out 'mmm'. I realise this is a mistake as he begins to plant little kisses down my neck. 

The sick feeling comes back again as I feel his hands rubbing in between my thighs and his tounge caressing my neck. I try to tell him to stop but the words don't come out, and so I'm helplessly stuck being felt in places I really wish he couldn't reach. His hands then move up towards my chest, and he works his tongue down there as well. I begin to feel increasingly uncomfortable. 

"You're beautiful, Star." He hisses softly in my ear again. I let out a noise which he probably mistakes for a moan of pleasure, because I soon find that he's trying to un-do my dress. I panic. 

"Not here..." I slip out. I notice all too late that this really sounds like I'm asking for something more, so he pulls me out of the crowd and into the nearest door. It's dark in the small room I find myself in, but I get the feeling it's some kind of storage cupboard. Before I can protest, his lips press themselves against mine and his hands push me against the wall. I struggle but he forces me back down. He thinks it's a game. 

The boy's tounge creeps into my mouth now and he's playing with mine, his hands caressing my body, trying to remove my dress. I protest with a series of muffled shouts but again, he mistakes them for me enjoying it. 

"Kye!" I scream when we come up for air, "Kye!" 

The boy covers my mouth with his hands. 

"Shhh, baby. You'll enjoy this." 

My eyes widen as I realise what he's suggesting, and I kick and squirm desperately, shouting for Kye. I know he'll never come. I know he's probably with another girl his own age, enjoying himself. Tears begin to roll down my face and the boy kisses them away, much to my horror. I let out one more deafening scream before I know for certain he'll never come.

And then I hear him. 

"Zinnia! ZINNIA!" 

"KYE! K-" I holler back before my mouth is met with the boy's lips again. I'm hoping it was enough, because there are hands creeping up the insides of my legs now, and getting closer and closer... 

"ZINNIA!" 

The door crashes open and all I can see is a tall shape reaching down and grabbing the boy, pushing him against the wall. I let out a yelp as my savior gives him several punches in the stomach, yelling at him. 

"What the f*** do you think you're doing?!" Comes the voice I've memorized too well, "You disgusting piece of sh**!" 

He gives the boy one last kick before pulling me up and carrying my shocked body out of the party and down a hallway. The music can only just be heard down here, and, certain the boy isn't following us, he finally lets me down. 

"Did he hurt you?!" Kye's eyes are full of hatrid and anger, "What did he do to you?!" 

"Nothing, thanks to you." I hang my head in shame. I shouldn't have lead the boy on, "But it's all my fault."

"It's not your fault." He mumbles, before suddenly pulling me into his strong arms. The smell of cologne and washing powder, not stale sweat and alcohol, hits my nose and I inhale deeply. I feel like I'm safe now, and nothing can hurt me. Because of him. We stay there for what seems like a long time before he relaxes his arms and steps back from me. His eyes look shiny, almost as if they're brimming with tears. 

"Kye.." 

"What if I hadn't got to you in time?!" He yells, angry at himself all of a sudden, "What if it had been too late?! I should have stayed with you!" 

"No, Kye, it..." 

"He could have done things to you, Zinnia, he could have..." He breaks off for a minute, biting his lip and trying to swallow the words unsaid. I try and gently approach him, place a hand on his arm. He doesn't acknowledge my gesture, just stares furiously at a spot on the wall, his eyes crazy, breath fast - and before I can do anything, his fist meets the wall with a yell. I hear a sickening crack.

"KYE!" I scream, pulling him away. He's looking, dazed, at his bleeding knuckles that have become red and swollen in the space of a few seconds. Before I can even consider why or what thoughts played through his mind to come to the conclusion to punch a wall, I'm ripping off the bottom of my dress and bandaging his hand up carefully. He just slumps on the floor, head in his hands. I don't need to ask, because his cracked and broken voice answers for me. 

"She was called Emma. Long, red hair and bright blue eyes. Her smile could light up anyone's heart and she was always, always happy. She was my best friend's little sister, about your age. The prettiest little thing." He swallows, hard, staring into space, "One night, my friend was having a house party when their parents were on holiday, and, knowing that I don't drink much, he asked me if I would watch Emma and make sure she was okay in case he got drunk and wanted to enjoy the party. Of course, I agreed." There is a pause, and for a few seconds all we can hear is the thumping music of the disco in the distance. He wrings his hands together anxiously, and there are a few deep breaths before he continues, "For the first hour or so I wouldn't let her out of my sight. We were good friends, we made each other laugh, so it wasn't a burden at all to have to look after her. Until...until some of my friends wanted me to go and play some stupid spin the bottle game with them, and I said okay, I'd play...I told Emma to be careful, to watch herself, but she said she'd be fine..." 

I begin to feel progressively more nauseous as his story progresses. 

"The house party got more and more crowded. My friend had stupidly posted a public event on Facebook all about it, and so people we'd never met before were turning up... sick people with sick intentions. And Emma, being the pretty girl she was, and wandering alone without me to look after her...she was the perfect target." There are tears running down the sides of his cheeks now, "I don't know why no-one heard her screaming. The man that was trying to...well...he managed to, and...she's not right, now. In the head. She's not the same, after...after that experience. She never smiles anymore. She cut her hair off for no reason and her eyes, her eyes don't sparkle like they used to. She refused to go to school, turned away all her friends, started crying at random intervals. And... and it's because of me...because I left her on her own..." 

I've never seen a grown man cry before, but as Kye drops his head onto his knees and begins to sob uncontrollably, there is nothing I can do but sit there and cry with him. 

 

 

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