Forced Tears

Chapter 1:

Thats not Calculus

(AN- for all you Garth friends out there, you may have noticed a trend from my stories. I will go ahead and say it so you all can be mad at me, I don't like Garth! I hate his character. I just do. Don't ask me why. I'm sorry, but this is how it is. This is one of the three stories I mentioned in my dead world story. Please, well, read. I don't know if you will enjoy. I'm terribly sorry for this. I really am.)

Lilly's POV:

I look at the clock and back at my homework. It is six thirty, and this is due tommorow. There is no way I'll be able to finish this by myself, so I pick up my phone and dial my best friend Humphrey. After a few seconds of ringing he picks up, "Hello?"

"Hey Humphrey. You know the assignment we got in calculus? Yeah, I need some help with some problems. Can you come over?"

"Of course, I'll be over in a hour." He says.

"Thank you so much!" I smile.

"No problem. Goodbye."

"Goodbye." I say. As I put my phone in my pocket I hear a car pull up and see the headlights through the window. I realize it is my boyfriends car, and I start to wonder why he came. I know for a fact he isn't going to help me with my calculus problems.

I open the door to let him in as he knocks. He doesn't have a happy expression on his face. I close the door and lock it. When I look closer at him, I see that His eyes look crazy and wild. "What's up?" I say suspiciously.

"Why don't I ask you the same question, bitch." He spits.

I take a step back. "W-what? What did I do?"

He takes two steps closer. "I didn't think you were like that Lilly. A cheater."

I take a step back. "I don't cheat on you! Garth, you are scaring me." I quiver, watching his very angry face.

"Oh really?" He takes two steps closer, a foot away from me. "You think being with Humphrey more than me is ok? You think flirting with him isn't cheating?" He growls.

"I don't flirt with Humphrey, please stop!" I yell, I take a step back and my back hits the wall.

"I can't have my girlfriend with another man!" He yells and grabs my arms, holding me in place.

My eyes widen and I struggle to get out of his grasp. I try my luck at aggression, and I aim to knee him in the crotch. His strong arm stops my leg, then he rears it back and slaps my face as hard as he could.

Tears fall out of my eyes, feeling the pain in my cheek, and I scream. "Why Garth!" I see a look in his eyes, and realize why he is really here. "Oh god, no please!" I panic.

He slaps me again, then forcefully shoves his mouth onto mine. I try to keep my mouth clamped shut as hard as I can, his saliva on my lips, and I keep struggling, harder now. Then he pinches my breast and I gasp in pain, and he uses that to jam his tongue into my mouth. "MMM!" I scream, pressing my hands on his chest, trying to pry him off of me.

I claw my fingernails into his face, but as I see his blood run down his cheek I realize I made things worse. Way worse. I scream and kick as he lifts me up. He slams me on the bed with such force the breath is knocked out of me. He reaches in his back pocket and pulls out a roll of duct tape. "No!" I yell and pull, but I am nothing compared to his strength, and all I can do is cry as he tapes my arms to the headboard of my bed, then my feet to the baseboard. "Please, Garth stop!" I cry, but he doesn't. He gets on top of me and makes out with my clamped shut lips. I pull as hard as I can with the tape, shaking and squirming, but it does not budge. I realize I am trapped like a helpless animal.

"I'll show you not to mess around behind my back Lilly!" He says. I stare at him, tears in my eyes, and I spit on his face. He wipes his face. "You just don't get it do you? You are at my mercy, and as of right now, I have none."

"Please Garth." I shiver as I see the intent in his cold eyes. "Please don't do this."

"Yes, beg, plead!" He says.

"Don't! Please!" I yell as he leans closer. "No no no n-mm" he places a strip of duct tape on my mouth.

Garth pulls a pair of scissors out of his pocket. "Now," he says, twirling them. "Let's get right to it, shall we."

I arch my back and struggle, but I cannot get away from this monster I used to date. He wields the scissors next to my neck, then starts to cut away my shirt. If I wasn't so scared I would have been upset, because this is my favorite shirt. But that is the least of my worries as he throws the cut shirt to the side. I wiggle faster as the scissors near my bra. "MMM!" My muffled yell echos in my head as I hear the snip and feel the cold air hit my sensitive chest. I no longer struggle as of now, I just lay there crying. It feels as this isn't real, just a blur. But as my thong is no longer on me, I know this is real. I just desperately wish it was not.

But Garth didn't do this to me just to stare at me naked and crying, and my heart sinks as my assumption is proved correct as I hear his belt buckle jingle. I try to run at this point, using all energy I have left to try to fight the inevitable. I feel his warm skin against mine, and I lock eyes with the attacker. I give him a pleading look, and he laughs. Then he rams into me, pain erupts violently, and I scream as loud as I possibly can behind the duct tape.

"Oh yeah, how do you like my dick, bitch!" He slams harder, and the pain forces me to cry more than I ever have. He picks up speed and power, and I never feel pleasure. All I feel is the pain and remorse for what is happening.

I lay there limply now, not moving. I can tell he is close to climaxing, and I think 'This is it. My life is ruined' he pulls out of me though, then releases his load onto my boobs.

I cry and cry some more, and I see Garth watch me cry. "Did you enjoy that? Teach you not to be a two timing bitch." He smiles and pulls his pants on, then leaves. The cold air hits my skin and I am helpless. Just stuck. I hear his truck drive off.

My face and bed sheet is wet from tears and his juices. I try to rip out of the tape once more, with a furious scream. But again it does nothing. So I do all I can, which is cry.

Humphrey's POV:

I pull up to Lilly's house. It is seven thirty-five. I stal out the car and lock it, knowing quite well how the neighborhood Lilly lives in is. I step up and knock on the door. The light is on so I know she is home, but she doesn't answer. After two minutes I decide she is in the back and she can't hear me, so I locate her spare key outside. I look right under the rock she told me, and it is there. I unlock her door. "Lilly?" I call out into the house. I faintly hear something from the room in the back, so I go back there. When I get closer I realize what I am hearing is crying. I speed up my pace to see what is wrong. I walk into the room and my eyes widen.

I see Lilly taped like an x, her arms and legs spread out. Her womanhood is wet, and so is her eyes. The tape on her mouth prevents her from speaking. I run to her side and see cum on her boobs. "Oh god Lilly!" I gently remove the tape from her mouth, and it just lets Lilly cry louder. I pull out my pocket knife and cut the bondage on her arms, then her legs. After she is unbound she still lays there, not moving. I run grab a rag from the kitchen, then run back. I wipe her chest off and lift her up in sitting position. She wraps her arms around me and buries her face into my chest. "Shhh." I comfort her. I lay her down again, then walk to the bathroom and turn on the shower. I go back to Lilly, and I find out that she will not move. She was broken from the experience. So I lift her in my arms and I carry her to the shower. I step in with her, shoes and everything, holding her up. She is shaking so much her own legs wouldn't support her.

The whole time I am comforting her. I rinse her off, and scrub her down with soap, trying my best to get rid of any smell. By the time I step out, she stopped crying, but she refuses to look at me. I dry her, then wrap her in a towel. I walk down the living room and set her down on the couch. I walk out to my car and grab my gym clothes that are in the trunk. I walk to her bathroom, dry off, then put those on me. I go to Lilly's room and grab her a shirt, underware, and pajama pants. I unwrap her towel and slip on her underwear, then the pants. I sit her up and put on her shirt. She never makes eye contact with me, and a word has not escaped her lips.

I lift her up again and walk down the hall. I set her on the guest bed and I sit next to her, and I stroke her hair. "I'm so sorry Lilly." Tears fall from my eyes. "This should have never happened." I can't bear to see my best friend like this, and I start crying. "If only I came earlier, I could have stopped this. Lilly, I'm sorry." I close my eyes and let the dam open. I feel her pain and I wonder why? Why would anyone ever allow something like this happen to someone like Lilly?

After thirty minutes of me crying, I tuck her under the covers. I turn to leave, but I feel a hand grab my arm. "Please." Her voice is hoarse from screaming. "I can't stay here alone tonight. Please stay." A tear falls from her eye.

"For you Lilly." I say, then I sit back down on the side of the bed. She scoots over, the first thing I have seen her do by herself this night.

"Lay down?" She asks me, with those pleading eyes.

I cannot, no, I will not say no. So I lay down next to her, and she leans her head on my chests in an embrace. I stroke her hair, feeling her tears hit my shirt. "I'm sorry Lilly." I say.

"It isn't your fault." She rasps. "You couldn't have done anything."

"But this never should have happened." I say.

"Shh." She whispers. "We will talk about this Tommorow." She says. She then falls asleep in a matter of minutes from exhaustion.

I fall asleep with tears in my eyes also.

(AN- I just want to say I read back over this and I cried.)