Anna and Ramone

I'd like to thank michchick98 for her help in editing my story. Any grammatical errors found in the story are purely mine.

Present day

Anna and Ramone were eating ice cream in her apartment whilst reminiscing of their time together. They'd been friends for 20 years now and although life had pushed them into different directions, they remained the best of friends. It was November and they were discussing their plans for Christmas. They'd both turned 30 in the course of the year and were looking forward to their ski weekend in Austria.

All the girls who came across Ramone couldn't help but be enamoured by his good looks. He'd filled out in all the right places and looked after himself. He had beautiful grey eyes, a beautiful smile and dimples that could melt the coldest of hearts. But all that paled in comparison to the person he was. Understandably with his good looks, he could get away with being an arse but he treated everyone with care and respect. He was devoted to his work and wasn't looking for commitment.

Anna was an English rose. Every man who came across her would try his best to woo her with riches and passionate words, but all fell short. She had rich, wavy brown hair and piercing almond coloured eyes that would twinkle each time she laughed. She loved running and had a body to die for. She had curves in all the right places and when she moved on the dance-floor, men would look at her openly and girls would look away in envy. She was also deeply in love with Ramone.

1988

"Give it back!" Anna cried.

"Oh, you want your little dolly back do you? Come get it then," taunted the neighbourhood bully, Arnold.

"No! Give it back to me!" Anna started to run after him, tripped over a rock and fell, grazing her knee.

"Ha ha! You fell over you twit!" laughed Arnold. His laughter soon subsided when someone pushed him from behind. "Oi, who do you think you're pushing around?" he yelled.

"You better give it back to her!"

Anna looked up and saw a tall boy looking over at her. She blushed. 'He's cute,' she thought.

"I said give it back to her or I'm going to smash your face in!" snarled the tall boy.

Arnold looked over at Anna then looked back at the snarling boy and decided that it simply wasn't worth it. He threw the doll back at Anna and sped off on his bike.

"Thanks," sniffed Anna.

"You're welcome. Is your knee okay?" the tall boy asked whilst kneeling down to inspect her knee.

"I'll be fine. I'm Anna by the way," she said.

"My name's Ramone. We've just moved into the neighbourhood."

"Ramone? Are you Spanish?"

"No, well yes. My mother's family is from Spain and my father's family is Italian so I guess that makes me a bit of both," he stated proudly.

"Oh, I'm just from here. Well mum is from Ireland but she moved here when she was 15 and has been here ever since and as for my dad, he's just English," she laughed.

They both got up and started walking back to the street where they lived and discovered they lived opposite each other.

"Thanks for helping me today," Anna said.

"No problem, just look after yourself, okay?" He replied.

That summer, Anna and Ramone were inseparable. They spent every waking moment with each other and became the best of friends. Anna learned that Ramone was of similar age, and he'd had an early growth spurt. September soon came and they went to school. Anna's birthday came in November and Ramone trudged along to the party feeling elated. The party was in full swing by the time he'd arrived.

Anna was dancing with Jamie, one of the boys in her class. She looked beautiful in her flowery dress and Ramone felt the first pangs of jealousy. He didn't really get along with Jamie, but shrugged off his feelings, figuring it was because he wasn't used to seeing Anna having fun with another boy.

He glanced down at his pocket and smiled. She'd love what he'd made her. He'd been sneaking off to his uncle's workshop when she wasn't around to make it. When the time came for Anna to open her presents, Jamie walked over to Ramone and said hello. Ramone mumbled a hello back and turned to look at Anna.

"She's really beautiful you know," Jamie said.

"What do you mean?" Ramone asked.

Jamie laughed and started to walk away.

"Oh and one more thing Ramone, don't think that she's going to be your girlfriend anytime soon because you might be her best friend but she knows better than to mix with the likes of you," Jamie snarled.

Ramone was dumbfounded. It was the first time he'd experienced prejudice and didn't know how to react. 'What did he mean about her being my girlfriend?' he thought.

Anna sat excitedly as each present was brought to her. She unwrapped them happily, squealing with delight at the contents of each package. The next box handed to her was from Jamie. She glanced his way with a shy smile before turning her attention back to the package. She was a bit more careful to open his package, although she didn't know why.

Slowly, she pulled back the flaps of the box and removed the delicate tissue paper. Inside, there was a musical jewellery box. She gasped and said it was the best present she'd ever received. Ramone couldn't help but notice that she'd never smiled at him like that before. 'Maybe she won't like what I made her', he thought. He turned and decided to go home. When Anna glanced up to where Ramone had been standing, she discovered he was gone.

1993

Anna packed her bag and decided enough was enough. She was going to leave home and go to a place where no one would find her. She couldn't let him get away with this anymore. She sat on her bed and started to cry. She curled up into a foetal position and thought back to two years ago when it had all began.

"Anna get in here!" her father yelled.

She quickly ran up the stairs to her room and found him standing next to her bed looking furious. "Yes Dad?" she answered whilst looking around her room for any sign that would explain why he was looking so angry at her. She found none.

Anna looked up at him and saw an emotion she'd never seen before. It was the week after her birthday and her father had taken her out everyday, stating that now she was a teenager, he could take her around with him everywhere. She'd never spent a lot of time with him and was glad to be the centre of his attention. And now she was faced with a fury she'd never seen before.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked. Anna was confused and asked him what he meant.

He snarled and pointed to her clothes. "What do you think you're doing dressing up like a slut?"

"But, Daddy, you bought me these clothes on Wednesday!" she exclaimed.

He walked over to her, slapped her and told her to sit on her bed. She sat down with tears streaming down her face as he closed her bedroom door and told her to be quiet. He unbuckled his belt and removed it and held it in his hand.

"I'll show you what happens to little sluts like you," he said. "Now get over here," he patted a spot on the bed. Anna began to sob and shook her head no. She stood up and walked toward the door. She'd almost reached the door when her head was yanked back by her father.

"You think you can get away do you? Well think again!" he whispered.

She could feel his breath on her neck and a feeling of nausea swept through her. When he heard her gag, he brought his hand across her face and warned her not to throw up. He pushed her onto the bed, stripped them both of their clothes and raped her.

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"Anna? Are you in there?" Ramone called as he knocked on her door. She quickly got up and wiped her eyes hoping that he wouldn't notice she'd been crying.

"Coming," she said. She opened the door and he barged in.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked.

"Nothing," she replied whilst backing away. Ramone could see she'd been crying but he could also see she didn't want to talk about it. That angered him but he decided not to push it.

To be continued...

Thanks for reading the first chapter in the story. There's not a lot that has happened in the present and I just wanted to use this chapter to introduce Anna and Ramone to you. Next chapter will be up soon and I'd appreciate any feedback on the story.

Thanks,

T-Wnjk