So this is my first try at a story, please tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: Rated M for mature content( ) and I don't own PLL.
Gliding, feeling every stroke, watched the glistening water fall between my fingers as my head emerged for a breath. Swim practise is what I live for. The calm, the cool, the cleanse.
I jumped out the water, grabbing my Sharks towel and bringing it to my face to wipe away the water. Pulling off my goggles and cap, I made my way into the change room. Nobody else was around, it was a Friday and everyone was getting ready for Noel's cabin party.
I opened my locker and grabbed my phone, 6:13pm. My mom would already be waiting for me. I hurriedly grabbed my folded track pants and shirt out of my locker with clean underwear and my roll on deodorant. I dragged my brush carefully through my sopping wet hair trying to drain some of the moisture.
I reached for tracksuit pants, when I suddenly felt a firm hand on my arm. Panic jolted through my body as I spun around, only to relax at the face I saw. My boyfriend Ben stood there goofily staring at me.
" You scared me, " I chuckled, playfully punching his shoulder.
" Ah, well I wanted to surprise you, " his tone was cheerful and a huge smile was spread across his face.
" How did you get here? "
" Walked. "
" You're so silly! I have to go, my mom is waiting for me at home. "
" Just a few minutes Em. "
He crashed his lips into mine, his hands roaming downwards on my body. I hesitantly leaned in. I felt nothing, and felt dreadful for leading him on.
" I need to get dressed Ben. "
" Don't bother. "
My stomach sunk as he started to seductively lower my costume. I quickly pushed it back up and blushed.
" My mom is waiting. "
" What's going on with you, last week you were all over me in my car and this week you have barely given me a second look! "
" I'm sorry, I've just been stressed. "
" Well maybe you just need to relax. "
" I need to get dressed. "
" You need to stop worrying. "
My heart began to race as he smashed his lips into mine, forcing me against the locker with his superior body weight.
" Ben, please. "
Ben started lowering my costume again. Desperately I attempted to push him off me, but Ben was strong and heavy. Tears began to stroll down my cheek as he hastily unbuttoned his blue shirt. His abs now pressed uncomfortably against my breasts and I whimpered in discomfort.
" Please stop Ben. "
My voice was desperate and soft, fear trembling through my being.
" Shut up. "
He ripped my costume down the side and forced it off of me as I tried my utmost to resist. The next thing I knew, I was exposed and I felt empty.
Ben stood back to admire me, and I saw my chance, I tried to run but he laughed cruelly, blocking my way and forcing me back onto the locker.
"Help! "
I tried to scream, but my voice came out weak and muffled.
Ben squeezed my breasts and I flinched. Cold air brushed against my exposed body as more tears cascaded down my face.
Ben grabbed his phone from his pocket.
" Smile, " he chuckled.
I gasped in horror as I realised his intentions. His flash went off multiple times. I tried to shield my body but he smacked my hands away.
He then discarded of his phone, pushing me onto my knees in front of him and manoeuvring my hands to his belt.
I hesitantly unbuckled his jeans, looking up at him pleadingly only to be met with looks of lust. He pushed his jeans and underwear to the ground, exposing his member.
I winced and try to look away but he grabbed me by the hair, forcing my mouth around him. He moved me up and down in a bobbing motion. I started to gag and more tears rolled down my cheeks. He soon came into my mouth, forcing me to swallow. The sensation running down my throat caused me to start crying excessively.
" Stop snivelling slut, " he spat at me and I cowered in shame.
He forced me onto the floor, holding me down as he entered me.
I screamed out in pain and was met with the sting of his hand on my cheek.
He thrusted quickly into my tight virgin walls as I bit my lip to suppress my cries of pain. I stared into his cold eyes as he came hard and fast into me.
When he eventually got off of me, he forced me to my feet and passionately kissed my lips.
" I love you Emily, " he said with his eyes roaming over my still naked body.
" Do you really? " I squeaked between sobs.
" Yes, don't even dare question me. It's you who doesn't return my feelings. "
I looked up at him questioningly.
" I will not let you break up with me for Maya, you slut. "
Realisation struck me. That's why he was so aggressive.
" I'm not with Maya, " I whispered, my voice sore and hesitant.
He scoffed, " You better keep me happy, because otherwise your little secret gets out. "
He kissed me again, dressing himself before pushing me to the ground and running off, leaving my naked.
I slowly stood up, a new emptiness surrounding me. Quickly, I showered, changed and ran to the parking lot to my car.
I sat silently in my car, staring into nothingness. His cruel voice echoed through my head, haunting me. I didn't want to go home. I didn't want to go to the girls. I didn't want anyone to see me this weak, this broken, with my body scattered in bruises and my face stained with tears.
I drove. At first I didn't know where I was going, or maybe I did I'm not sure. The next thing I knew I was just sitting there, silently reminiscing. The kissing rock was our place. It was ours.
I removed my track jacket and laid it on the rock as a pillow. I felt my phone buzz. Messages from my mom, the girls, Maya, I switched it off and laid down, trying to remember Alison instead of Ben.
