Drowning on Fire
A.N. Okay, so I have no idea as to what I'm doing here. I know I've done at least 2 chapters so far and again, I'm nervous still about this story. I love it, well not love it, it's more so a strong like, seeing how it's personal. Anyway, enough with my personal stuff, on with the show! Leave comments or reviews! :) Also, one last note, I think I'll include Bella's back story with Edward, in this chapter to help some of you understand what's going on. Also, I checked my first update on this story and saw that the format of it was all out of whack and I don't know how to fix it yet, so until then, all of my chapters are going to be 6,000 words (20 to 21 pages long) ugh this is going to be so much fun. Enjoy everyone!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight
Chapter 2: Hiding Masks
I feel bad that I came in between their plans. Why was I such a lousy friend? Why couldn't I just let everyone have their fun? No one needed me around.
I know Jessica was annoyed by the last minute plans. I felt like such a burden now. I know they're my friends, but why do I feel like their lives would be better if I wasn't in it or if they didn't have me they would have less problems to deal with?
Wow, I may have hella low self-esteem. Oh, he's still behind me and I'm lost. Should I ask him where to go? I wonder how he got this far carrying me without anyone finding it odd. Did he plan this out?
"Bella, talk to me. I didn't mean to do that back there. I'm sorry." He said, his voice sounding child-like again.
That is strangely adorable. Should I talk to him? Should I even accept his apology?
Before I knew it, my mouth opened and began to speak.
"It's okay, I know you didn't. You just lost control of yourself."
I wanted to cover my mouth, here I was, walking home after being sexually assaulted by my ex-boyfriend, who was walking with me and I was trying to comfort him? I must be dreaming, on acid, or some kind of spell. I should be angry, I should call the police, I should feel grossed out by just being near him, but I'm not.
"This only happens when I'm alone with you. It's just something about you that just drives me crazy with want for you and I don't understand it at all."
I looked back at him; he was walking by my side, as if we were friends or old lovers.
"Yeah, it usually happens. Maybe it means you like me or whatever." I shrugged my shoulders and began kicking a rock that was in front of me.
"That's not good, Bella. It means that I'll hurt you even worse than I did today. It means one day, I may kill you and not know it." He says, his face scrunching up in anger and also sadness.
I wanted to hug him. I think I may actually be crazy now. This is not how I imagined myself going crazy. I wanted to console him though.
I moved in front of him, stopping him from walking any further. It's not like I was any rush to get home anyway. I took a breath in and I hugged him. The scariest part was he hugged me back.
What are we doing? We shouldn't be doing this. This is wrong on so many levels. I shouldn't want to touch him ever again. He violated the trust we had, the promises we shared. Yet here I am hugging him with all my might and letting him hold me tighter.
Were we both damaged people? I know we both have family issues. He doesn't know his own father. I detest my father and my mom is annoying at times, but I love her so I want to impress her. I feel like she doesn't love me, that with the death of my brother, I had been replaced, that there was no more space in her heart to love me anymore.
I think we both craved affection, the feel of someone's hands on us, another human being with us to give us what we needed. And then we stumbled across each other and now we're here. He said he loved me. He said he would never hurt me. But he did, and keeps doing so. Is this really healthy?
But if you loved someone, what lengths would you go to in order to ensure their love for you? That's the question continued to ask myself.
I let go of him, my arms falling at my sides. He let his arms fall from around me as we began the journey to my house again.
It was a quiet walk for a few moments until I spoke up, tired from the deafening awkward silence that was between us now.
"Why do you do that, you know what you did back there?" I ask him, putting my hands into my pockets. I walked next to him, but with enough space between us to where we weren't touching.
He put his head down, frowning slightly before he looked back up at the road.
"Sometimes I just lose control when I'm alone with you; I would have thought you'd remember that conversation." He looked at me, then back at the sidewalk.
It was true. I did remember the conversation. It was when he had first tried to attack me. We were at my house now and I walked up the hill to the front door, all of my things were still where I had left them. I locked the door, and began my normal routine.
~Flash Back Time~
Edward texted me again, asking if I was on my way over or not. I told him that I was maybe 5 minutes away, as I was walking down the hill and over the small bridge. I had to go through the back gate because his mother was home and didn't know of our relationship.
Actually, no one knew the full story of our relationship to be honest, except Angela, who knew most, but even then I hadn't told her the entire story. I hated keeping things from her, but I felt as though she would judge my actions if I were to tell her, so I thought better, and chose not to let her know everything. As of right now, she thinks Edward and I aren't together, that we broke up.
Though, that's actually true. We did break up. In my mind at least, yet here I am, trudging through the muddy grass to his backyard. The hardest part was opening the gate.
I texted him to let him know that I was at the right area and he came outside from the back door of his house.
He looked nervous for a moment as he looked around, scanning the yard as he came down the stairs.
"You actually came alone?" he asked.
That was a stupid question, of course I came alone. Why would I bring anyone else? They could very well find out about this and that would be very embarrassing once it was found out.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" I asked him, tensing as he came closer and closer to me.
"You can't come in tonight; she's still up and walking around the house. So we'll have to use that." He gestured to the tent that I had just noticed.
It looked small, but whatever. I had no issues with using it just to talk to him. The tent looked a little bigger on the inside, but even then it looked like it would just be for one person, I thought as I crawled inside.
"You'll have to scoot over in there or do you want me to lie on top?" I heard him say from outside the tent, once I managed to get comfortable.
"It's okay, I'll scoot over." I said, moving to the side to make room on the side for him. Thankfully he had enough room so that we were both on out sides, just facing each other.
"So what did you want to talk to me about, Edward?" I ask him.
He moved my body to where he was on top of me, pinning me beneath him. His breathing was ragged as he moved the hair away from my face, he stared at my face. It seemed as though he was trying to look at every cell that was in my face with how close he was looking, it scared me.
"Please, give it to me, just one more time, Isabella." He begged out, his lips moving from my forehead, to my nose, to my cheek and stopped above my lips.
I turned my head away, knowing what he was asking for. I refuse to play his game this time. But I couldn't move much, I was trapped inside the lion's den. It was my own fault, I gave it him pleasure far too much for his own good. He had gotten angry when I wrote him the letter, telling him we were over.
He obviously didn't like it. Just like the first time I told him, he would glare at me, follow me around the school, befriend my friends in order to get to me again, change his classes to mine, and memorize my schedules. I had no idea why I hadn't changed schools.
He put his other hand under my chin, holding it up so that he could bite my neck, my strongest weak spot. I crossed my legs as best as I could before he moved his leg in between them, raising his knee up to my crotch. I whimpered out in protest, wanting to fight against him, against this, but my body was almost beginning to succumb to him.
"The more you fight, the more painful this will be for you, Bella. Just do it one last time, and I won't ask again. I promise." He whispered into my ear, biting it softly, causing me to moan aloud. He got to another weak spot of mine.
Fuck, I'm going to lose this battle with him again. How can his hands feel so wrong, yet so right against my skin? Even his smell is intoxicating my senses. Why did I let him do this to me?
He kissed me for the first time since we had broken up. It was sort of sweet. This was probably just a ploy to get me to surrender to him though. But even if it wasn't real, why did it feel so real to me? Why did it make me want more?
His lips were so soft, they weren't sweet, but they were soft against mine. How could no one hear us? Or even see this happening? It was in his backyard? Ugh. He pulled away from my lips to assault my neck again. Why did this have to feel good with him, of all people?
His hand still had my wrists pinned above my head as his other hand went underneath my sweat pants. As soon as I felt his rough, cold fingers inside me, I began to fight with a new vigor. I thrashed around, his fingers suddenly becoming more and more painful as he added three now, stretching me. I arched my back, gasping at the sudden pain.
He kissed me to silence my noises, shoving his tongue into my mouth as he continued to violate me. His eyes were solid black now when I looked at him. He bit my lip, sucking it into his mouth.
He smiled; his black eyes showed the evil he wanted to do to me. Then he blinked, his eyes returning to their normal bluish green color. He removed his hand from my pants and released my wrists.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen." He said, moving off of me and out of the small tent. I blinked in shock, trying to understand what just happened.
I crawled out of the tent, looking at him as he walked to me. He straightened out my shirt and jacket, covering my mouth when I opened my mouth to yell at him.
"I know you're mad at me, and maybe even disgusted by my actions for the past weeks you were ignoring me. I apologize for my behavior." He told me looking down at the ground.
I sighed, knowing that there was no need to let anyone know about this, because I didn't want anyone to know how weak I was and that I didn't have to answer his invitation if I knew what he was about in the first place.
"I won't tell anyone, relax and just walk me home okay?" I told him, unlocking the gate and started the walk back to my house. He followed me, surprised that I wouldn't tell on him, as if I could.
That would be embarrassing for the both of us, though I doubt that anyone would have believed my story. Especially seeing as how I used to date him and in this generation, a woman would have to get the guy to admit it, a video of it taking place, neighbors saying they saw it, and a pint of blood to test it before they would even think about taking her seriously.
It was sad actually. One girl ruined it for every girl out there because she was too afraid to tell the truth. Now, no one takes women serious. Though, some really aren't upset about that actually. They're more worried about wanting to dress how they see fit, getting more privileges than men nowadays. Ugh, some modern day feminists irked me.
(A.N. sorry about the personal rant, I just think things should be fair and not about clothes and trying to get females to be treated better than men)
"I don't know why, but every time I find myself alone with you, something just takes over me and has to have you. I literally have no control whenever I'm with you." He confessed, walking by my side.
"It's okay. It seems I have that effect on every guy that has an interest in me." My mind went to all my past relationships, all of them were the same in my mind. They could never keep to themselves, it was all about sex, and it was all about getting what they wanted out of it. Edward proved to be no different now in my eyes. But then again, maybe it was just a way for me to cross out my choices better, as well as quicker.
"That's not a good thing to brag about. I could really hurt you one day. Worse than what I did back there." He said as we trudged up the hill.
"But you didn't. So don't worry about it." I said, wanting this conversation to be over now.
"How can I not? I could do it one day and you'll end up hating me and leave me. You wouldn't love me." He said, shocking me and causing my brain to over work itself.
Does he love me? Or is this just him speaking hypothetically? But I don't love him. It may feel like it, but it's more than likely just simple, but confusing infatuation that I'm feeling for him, a nothing more. But feelings can be complicated.
"I couldn't hate you. You should know that about me by now, I can't hate anyone really, if I'm being honest with myself. So, don't worry about it. Just don't do it again and maybe we can be friends?" I ask, smiling at him. We were almost to my house by now. I was delaying going home for some reason.
"I'm not sure we could be friends though. I'd be too worried about losing control around you when we're alone." He walked with his down and reached into his pocket, pulling out a can of Wintergreen, which just looked like Astroturf to me. He put some of the contents in his lip.
I see he was still trying to fit in with the people at school. Sigh. My house came into view finally.
"Which one is yours?" he asked, some of his "grass" coming out of his lip. I was tempted to make a joke, but put the urge behind me and became serious again.
"This one." I said, pointing to the two-story house." He looked at the house, suddenly nervous for some reason.
"Should I walk you up or something?" he asked, surprising me again. I shook my head.
"No, my uh, mom is still up and it's not necessary to do. Anyway, give me a hug and run home." I told him.
He gave me a tight hug that made my heart race. Weird, I hugged him back, not want to keep it up longer than I should have; I let my arms fall and moved away from his warm embrace. He smelled like the dirt and fake grass.
This is definitely not something I like to smell unless the guy I was with was a construction worker or a gardener. But he wasn't either of those things. He was a sort of simple boy who couldn't get his feelings across the right way yet.
I frankly didn't want to deal with it.
~Flash Back Time Over~
I miss those days when it was much easier to just ignore him. Now, I felt compelled to answer him. I tried explaining the situation to Angela, but she just shook her head and told me to just ignore the creep. But that was easier said than done.
My heart was being complicated and tried to make it seem that he did this out of love. This ruined a good amount of relationships I had. He was constantly on my mind, though the more I thought about him, the more grossed out I got by him. Yet, I still went to him when he would text me to meet him in the classroom.
Though, that was for entirely different reason. The times where I didn't do what he ordered me to do, resulted in him causing a public scene, one where he'd hurt me, but not so much to where he'd make me too much noise or anything, but cause me enough pain to get the result he wanted.
I can sadly say that this has worked on me so many times. But he isn't as rough with me anymore because the last time he ordered me to have sex with him, he saw the bruises and asked where they came from. I told him that he caused them, though they didn't really hurt anymore, I didn't let him know that. Other times he would have used that to cause more of them or make them hurt again. Those moments I didn't like. I had an easy enough job to do. I go to him when ordered, though never when he was dating anyone. He didn't like to cheat on his girls.
But whenever they ended up on a break or they dumped him, he would have, of course, taken his anger out on me every time. Inside of me, there was some twisted side of me that loved the idea of him confiding in me, even though it was under those circumstances. For the life of me, I couldn't understand why I wanted him so bad or why I craved him this intensely.
The sex was awful and very short, time wise as well as other things. He was completely clueless down there. So almost always, he never pleasures me with his mouth. I'm happy for it, because I probably wouldn't have been able to fake it that good. Going to school and keeping up the act that we were both angry at each other was very easy to do.
Every day he'd act as though he hated my guts or didn't know me. I'd act as if he was the biggest nuisance of my life. It worked. Everyone believed the act so well, because I honestly couldn't stand the damn guy. Well more than half of me couldn't. The other half loved the guy, or thought it was in love with the guy. I wasn't exactly sure as to how that was the stronger side of my body.
He just brought something out of me that just couldn't say no to him. I tried so hard to say no, I could only do a few times in a week, then I would give in to him and we'd go to our usual place. He'd either try to fuck me, choke me and kiss me, try to make me blow him, but I already told him "no" to blowing. It smelled awful, tasted awful, was way too hairy, and too small to do anything with.
It was already a chore trying to moan during the boring sex we had and I think he was starting to figure out that I had faked it from the beginning. Oops, I'd say I was sorry, but I'm not Justin Bieber and I won't apologize to him. He doesn't deserve my forgiveness.
Today was another boring day. I had become frenemies with Lauren when she had her falling out with Tanya. Though she thought she was getting the upper hand on me with her sad excuse manipulation. I was the one who taught her how to do that in the first place. I knew the other reason for her "forgiving" me was a ploy for her to get close to Jessica again and possibly turn Jessica on me.
This crazy drama was only happening because Angela left and that was my only real friend I had at school that wouldn't and didn't use me for what I had and that's when everyone decided to attack me. I understood her reason for going to another school. Things were becoming far too stressful for her and she needed a new, friendlier environment to be around. Though it pained me to see her go, because now I'd have no one to talk to, but she had to.
I used to think of Rosalie as a friend, until she had spread all those rumors about me. So I did what any good-hearted person would have done, and cursed her, the best part about it is, she still doesn't have a clue about it. I didn't do anything life-threatening to her though. Just the same curse I put on Lauren, which may have been a bit too harsh for her and her "partner".
We were juniors by now and I seriously wanted the games to stop as much as Jessica did. So I made my circle smaller, hung out with people who I actually trusted, and kept the big secrets to myself and my journals. Then more drama had gone down.
Jessica began to become popular and let it almost go to her head when she was going out with Mike. Mike was a home schooled, nice, honest, and down-to-earth guy. The thing Jessica didn't like about him was that he was poor, she thought. Or at least that's what people said, and what he said. They were an adorable couple, I was never jealous of them. I wanted them to make it, but with the way Jessica griped onto him about the little things, I knew things weren't going to work out.
Then there was talk about her fighting Rosalie at school. What a pity. Everyone had thought Jessica would be the loser since she had a smaller frame than Rosalie. Rosalie looked like she worked out, but it turned out that she only did mouth exercises. That was very exciting, until Rosalie questioned my friendship with her. I told her the truth, we weren't friends anymore. She just couldn't be trusted to do right and I didn't want my magic to rub off on me.
To say that she was livid was an understatement, but I didn't care. I personally thought I was being nice by ending the friendship. It wasn't healthy for me and I needed to focus on hanging out with Alice more. I hadn't really hung out with her since I was around Jessica a lot.
Jessica usually had me with her and her guy almost every other day, it was almost becoming like a routine in my mind. We'd go out, hang out at the mall, Mike's house, or at the field. The more I hung around the two the more arguments I would see them get into. I tried to help out and calm them both down, but it was taxing on my energy.
I cared about Jessica's well-being, though she may be tough as a bull and more stubborn than a goat, but she was loyal like a wolf. I wanted what was best for her, which didn't seem like Mike would be the best choice for her. He was too nice it seemed like it for her and she desired someone with more of a stronger hand. I could understand that.
Edward was dating someone. That meant no bruises, no hitting, no forced sex, or anything for however long he was with that person. I know he had tried to date some people in my inner circle, but they could sense a fuckboy a mile away and I knew he'd treat them differently than how he treated me. That was to be expected though, when it came to me, he'd have a multiple personality disorder for some bizarre reason. I didn't want to understand him anymore, I only wanted to be free of his hold and that seemed like it would have happened with this girl he was with. She was pretty, but not smart enough to detect a wolf in sheep's clothing when she saw it. But I do have to admit, he can play a pretty convincing gentleman when it came to it. Hell, he had me fooled for almost two years now. There were times I'd see how nice he was capable of being toward me, even behind closed doors.
It was a side, he hadn't shown anyone. He let his guard down with me sometimes, allowing us to actually talk as two regular human beings. It was nice, even if those moments were cut short by his "beastly" side. I held those moments in my journals. Though most were in my little green journal, but now that it was filled I would have to write in the pink one now. Ugh it was too much of a "girly" colored journal that I rarely wrote in it.
He didn't talk to me or look at me for two months. Two long, wonderfully sad months, I had begun to think that this girl might have been the "one" for him. Alas, she wasn't, she was run off by him for whatever reason. It was nice while it lasted. Soon after, he had started back up with his routinely glaring and beckoning with his eyes to go to him.
Sad as it was, part of me missed it, nearly craved it while he was with that girl. But the smarter side, refused to go to him, refused to play this stupid game and refused to give him attention. He was getting more and more frustrated with every time refusal I gave him. There was only so much rejection he would take from me before he'd lose it in front of everyone. I dreaded that day. He hadn't really done it in a while. Then again, he had not had a reason to punish me as of yet.
I was wearing my gray Old Navy sweatpants with a white tank top and black hoodie. I honestly didn't feel like getting dressed up for high school ass holes that could care less about what I look like. Especially knowing that I didn't really give a damn about fitting in with the "Millennials" or annoying "Hipsters", who seemed bent on fitting in and worrying about what was in season, or in the minute. It seemed too stressful for someone such as me to try and care about as well as too expensive to try and keep up with the latest trends. School was stressful enough as it was.
I was out in "The Lab", sitting next to my friend, Dylan. He was sweet, odd, and my friend. We were watching music videos on YouTube when Edward walked in. I thought he was going to stay in the classroom seeing as how he usually just puts his stuff on one of the tables in "The Lab" when he'd be staying outside of the classroom. But after he set his things down in the classroom, he came over to where Dylan and I were and pulled a chair up to us.
We were watching 'Habits' by Tove Lo when he said, "Is this a video about lesbians?"
I mentally rolled my eyes at him, sighing that my peace was ruined and continued to listen to the rest of my song. Dylan had stopped paying attention to the music and started talking to Edward, who was wearing a shit-eating grin on his face. I put my earbuds in and turned the music up 'Love Yourself" by Justin Bieber was on and I just went along with it. It was a good song.
My phone/Tablet vibrated on the table, looking at it, I saw that it was from Edward. It was another message demanding me to go to the small, dark and empty classroom. I ignored the messages until it kept buzzing.
How did Dylan not notice he was messaging me? This was insane. I'm tempted to just make a scene right now, though I doubt very much so that that would help in my favor at all. And knowing Edward, he'd somehow find a way to flip it all on me. However, I do have the messages! Maybe I can use it as way to hang it over his head? No, that wouldn't work. He most likely still has that picture of me that I sent him.
Sigh. The buzzing stopped. I turned around and saw that he was no longer talking to Dylan, because Dylan had walked to the other group of people and left me to deal with Edward. Edward had pulled his chair next to me, grabbed my tablet, unlocking it, and typed a message.
'Go to the room, now.' Was what the message read. How daft does he think I am? Never mind. I typed to him. "Make me." I'm not sure as to where I got all of this boldness from, but it gave me the extra push I needed to stand up to this creeper. However, knowing exactly how my body and mind works, I know it'll give in if I don't get away from him quick enough.
I felt his hand on my thigh and I could immediately taste the bile that dared to rise inside of my throat. I could smell his gross smell of "Dip", animal piss and firewood. The firewood wasn't generally bad; neither was the "Dip" smell, well now anyway. Just about half of the school had it in their lip. But the animal piss was just gross. He didn't even own a pet at his house. How could he smell like that unless he somehow happened to walk in it along the way here, to school? Whatever the reason, his scent made me sick to my stomach.
The hand on my thigh tightened, his fingers were digging through my tights. I winced in pain, closing my eyes momentarily before he squeezed even tighter, causing me to suck in a breath to keep from screaming.
Damn it, why did I have to mouth off to him? This was such a stupid idea, I can't scream or else everyone will find out about this and I'll be embarrassed forever! I can't move to another school and start all over again. I hate seeing new people, I hate being the new kid, having everyone baby you just because you don't know the place. I'll just do as he says and maybe it won't be so painful?
After agreeing to go to the classroom with him, I stood in between the first two tables that were against the wall and watched with fearful eyes as Edward turned off the lights. He walked over to me slowly, looking back through the large window at the front of the class that was next to the door as if to check how much time he had to assault me. He stared at me, his hands landing on top of my hips, pulling my body closer to his. I turned my head away, not wanting to look at him. He didn't like that. He removed one had from my hip to grab my chin, moving my head to face him. His face leaned into mine, my eyes widened while I desperately tried to move my head. I didn't want those lips anywhere near me. Then again, I didn't want his hands anywhere near me
He kissed my cheek, my neck, and then my lips. The kiss was soft, but seemingly passionate. He pulled my lower lip into his mouth, sucking on it gently and letting it go as he deepened the kiss. My arms slowly came around his neck, my body pressing itself closer to his.
What the hell am I doing? He's the enemy! But strange enough, his lips feel nice. Is this what insanity is like? I can't keep doing this to myself. He's not good for me; this arrangement isn't good or healthy for the both of us! One of us has to be the stronger one and just end this. But I know he won't do this, because he actually enjoys doing this to me and believes that I want this as much as he does. Maybe I used to…
He moaned into my mouth, attempting to French kiss, I kept my lips firmly shut. I had no idea where that thing had been, so there was no way I was going to willingly let it in my mouth. Gross. I put my arms down, moving them to lie on his chest and tried to push him away.
Normally, I'd hate to end up as "That Girl" who always ends up against the wall, unable to fight off the guy. But Edward was stronger than me, physically at least. His hands came around my arms, pushing my body hard against the cold stone-like wall. I winced in pain, shocked that no one heard any of this. Then again, maybe they chose to ignore it.
His mouth left mine as they travelled downward to my neck, biting it hard. He bit my neck anywhere he could find the skin, pulling on the skin with his teeth. I know those left marks. I'm glad I have long enough hair, as well as brown skin; otherwise people would notice and think the worst.
Fuck, this hurts so good. I really must be sick in the head to like having my skin practically ripped off of my body. But I already knew I had a neck fetish, I mean, how could you not? I felt like it was a universal weak spot for anyone, though more so women. Not only was it a great place to show off marks, it was a good way to show your sub side to your partner.
His hand went down to my breast, squeezing it painfully hard as he stopped his assault on my neck and began to lower my shirt. He stopped his movements, fixing my shirt as if he was returning to his "normal" side. I sighed a little too early. He faced me; his head cocked to the side, the way a dog would after hearing a weird sound, and spun me around to where my back was to his chest.
I could feel the warmth of his breath on my neck as his hands laid tightly on my hips. I could feel his bulge on my ass. He pushed my upper body down to make me bend over the table with him behind me. I gasped, feeling his fingers dip under the waist band of m sweat pants.
He wouldn't do this here, would he? Dumb question, of course he would. He's done this before; well he hasn't ever gone this far with it for in fear of someone catching him in the act. At the point, I wouldn't mind anyone trying to "pop" up.
But no one did. He pulled my sweat pants down slowly, stopping to squeeze my ass painfully hard. I winced in pain, hoping he would hurry and finish soon. He pulled my sweat pants down until they reached the back of my lower thighs. His hands were playing with my crotch from the back, causing me to bite my lip. How was he so good at doing this but not good at fucking? Sigh, I guess the world will never know.
I heard the sound of clothes shuffling behind me. I felt something poke my ass cheek. Edward leaned over on me, pressing his mouth to my ear, "Can you feel that, Bella?" he whispered.
I rolled my eyes, irritated that I was still in this situation with him. So I let my anger show and said, "Barely, like always." I sighed out, not caring anymore.
I felt his hand come around my throat, squeezing it tightly as he positioned himself at my entrance and surged forward. The force of the thrust was the only thing that made me gasp in pain. He pulled out after maybe 6 or 7 thrusts, as per usual. He was breathing heavy as he removed himself from me and pulled my pants back up. I stood up, gathered my things and left the classroom, getting on my bus.