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Ruby wasn't really sure when she had lost track of herself, but she was wishing that she had sobered up quicker. Or found a less appalling way to sober up anyway. She gave Rob another shove back, pulling the blanket tighter around herself and narrowing her eyes at him. "No!" she told him firmly, though her voice was wavering. Her hand reached out, groping for the nearest thing on her dresser, and grabbing up a jewelry box and holding it up in her best attempt at brandishing a weapon. "Fuck off, Ru. Seriously," her boyfriend laughed, rolling his eyes, which were still extremely red and squinted. There wasn't much light in the room, just from the just barely cracked open bedroom door, but she could see his eyes just fine. She couldn't break the contact. "You liked it, don't be a bitc-" he cooed.

"I'm done," she shot back, cutting him off and trying to be firm again. Her voice kept cracking though. She was done, with him, with this whole party. It had started out simple enough, but she should have known he would ruin the night somehow. He was normally an asshole, but he looked good, and his car was nice. He had a taste for fine drugs, and he was older, an obvious bonus. She considered herself lucky, aside from all of his many flaws, they looked good together. But tonight was different. He was always a sleazebag, always a little grimy, but tonight he was all over her from the start.

She knew that she probably shouldn't have drank so much, but it was a party, and it was a Mars party with real cool people, with the gang. So naturally, the liquor flowed like water, and who was she to be ungrateful? By the time she was finished shots, she was lost to the world, and lost to Emma. Once she had a few lines and a couple of joints, she didn't really care where they were going or what they were doing, as long as Rob was leading the way. Ruby couldn't really do much except keep her head up, and maybe she had been hanging onto him, maybe a little too heavy, but was she really at fault? It wasn't like she had given him permission or anything.

But it had ended up that way none the less, and now here they were, and there was no going back. He was right, it hadn't been so bad once she gave it a chance, but she hadn't been ready. She didn't want to do it again. But he was bigger than her, and no one knew where she was, not even her sister. Mars wasn't going to just come looking for her unprovoked, she was supposed to be a big girl. How else did she get into such big problems?

"I'm serious, get out of my house or I'll.. I'll f-fucking kill you," she warned him, but there wasn't much conviction behind it. He was already smirking at the thought, as if she could take him. She could, if she had her piece. She wished more than ever that she did. "My sister will kill you," she quickly switched to, feeling more confident in that. She was liable to when she found out. "Marney doesn't fuck around," she warned him. "I know that," Rob laughed. "I tried! I guess that's why I had to fuck you instead."