Ahhhhhh! Still typing my rape story I feel horrible! Okay here we go...

CHAPTER TWO

MEMORY TWO-CARLOS

-Minnesota, September 13,2004-

The ten year old Latino that sat in the front row was a cute little ball of energy. Carlos was a nice,happy thing that could brighten anybody's day. And there was a few cute things about him that also stuck out in a weird fashion-he always wore a hockey helmet that was a bit to big for his head,and kept a cute little stuffed dog in his backpack.

Now Carlos was better at playing than schoolwork. He often tried and tried but after a while it got to much for him. But Carlos always had the one person he loved there for him-his Papi. His mother had passed away when he was three, of cancer. So they were the only things that had of family. And his dad was always there,with sports or school. He often helped him with homework.

Carlos was happy with his life. He missed his mami desperately,keeping a locket and a picture of her around his neck all the time. But besides hat he was happy with his life. Carlos gently swung his little legs that barely touched the ground and looked up at the clock.

Ten more minutes left. He couldn't wait to get to hockey practice. The other day he'd learned how to skate perfectly and now he was ready to keep practicing so he could get into the higher class,where the kids were already practicing with hockey pucks and sticks. Carlos gently swung his legs a but faster,bouncing in happiness in his seat when a shadow appeared over his seat. He looked up to see his teachers,,standing over him.

"Carlos can you stay after school for a little while?"

Carlos bit his lip and looked down at his fingers. Truly his teacher was nice but he often gave Carlos willies because of the way he sometimes smiled at him. He gave him looks sometimes that felt like he was...looking through him. But...well he needed help with math. He nodded and smiled at his teacher.

"okay."

...

After all the kids left,Carlos stayed behind,swinging his legs as he sat in his desk. His backpack was next to him on the floor,his puppies head sticking out so he could pet him gently while waiting for his teacher. was working on some papers,before making a few checks and standing. He smiled at Carlos as he walked past him to shut the door. Even though he stood in front of the door,Carlos could hear the lock click and a sudden shiver ran up his spine. Why did he lock the door?

His teacher turned around and smiled at Carlos.

"you've been bad Carlos."

Carlos's stomach suddenly twisted and he felt like throwing up.

"w-what?"

His teacher smirked,an evil smirk that made him wanna cry. His teacher walked slowly over to him and put his hands on both sides of the desk,which gave Carlos no escape.

"yeah. Not doing your math,having your dad do it for you. Failing at it. Bad bad Carlos." Carlos suddenly got the feeling of horrible danger. His eyes darted to the door and tried to stand up but his teacher gripped his forearms hard and made him sit down.

"o-ow please I d-don't want-t-this h-hurts please le-let me go." he began to cry as his teacher picked him up,holding him above the ground. Carlos began to cry and kicked his legs.

"p-put me down!" he began to cry harder. His teacher pulled him close,engulfing him in his large arms. He kissed Carlos on the head and smiled.

"shh...if you're good I wont punish you Carlos." Carlos's eyes widened in fright and he tried to squirm away. But his teacher began to drag him across the room,heading to his desk. His hand gently slid up to cover Carlos's mouth but Carlos wouldn't stop. He grabbed his hand and bit him. His teacher cried out in pain and dropped Carlos,who instantly scurried to the door. He grabbed the door knob and jiggled it,trying to open the locked door. He screamed and kicked at the door to open,when he was grabbed from behind and dragged across the room,a hand over his mouth and a strong arm wrapped around his middle. His shouts were muffled by the hand as he was thrown down on his teachers desk. His head banged backwards and he was glad he wore his helmet. His back hurt from being slammed down but he couldn't focus on that. He struggled with his teacher,who attempted to get Carlos's clothes off.

"no!" he cried but his teacher smacked him across the face.

"be good Carlos. I promise itll feel good if you do."

Carlos began to sob as his teacher yanked his shirt off and then slid his jeans off. Carlos laid there,sobbing hard,laying in nothing but his underwear,socks,helmet and his gold locket. He began to squirm an cry harder as his teacher grabbed at his clothes,yanking his underwear. A large ripping sound told him that his underwear ripped off and it was tossed to the other side of the room. He was lifted up and thrown back down so his back ached worse. He was sobbing hard as the pain wracked through his body. His head ached from the too big helmet hitting his head,but soon it was gone as his teacher yanked it off and dragged his fingers through his soft black hair.

"such a cute little kid..."he whispered to himself. Carlos sobbed gently as his teacher leaned down to kiss his chest,trailing his fingers down his naked body as he sucked and kissed at his body. Carlos sobbed and when he looked down he was horrified at his teacher. He wanted so badly to go home...and take a shower or a bath. His teachers fingers were suddenly gripping the gold locket around his neck.

"oh...oh I wanna see you in this...nothing but this." he whispered. Carlos began to cry harder.

Suddenly,a zipping sound was heard and something warm and large was touching his leg. He wouldn't look. He squeezed his eyes shut when that warmth was pressing between his legs. He didn't understand. But something was pushing...inside of him? Pain shot through him and he screamed. His teacher was over him suddenly and he was grunting and moaning low,holding Carlos close as he kissed and sucked at Carlos's body. The pain wracked through him horribly. He felt like dying.

"oh yeah...mm fuck..." he groaned. His hands gripped Carlos's hips hard,making hot tears run down his face. Suddenly his teacher shuddered and held him hard as something warm shot inside his body. He pulled away and sighed happily. Carlos stared up at him,sniffed,and curled up. His body hurt so bad...

"oh thank you Carlos. You were such a good boy." leaned forward and kissed him,making Carlos give a cry. His teacher stood and zipped his pants up,turning around to grab something. But it gave Carlos enough time. He grabbed his clothes and helmet from the ground and ran,grabbing his backpack. He hurried and unlocked the door and ran to the bathroom down the hall. As soon as he was in he locked the door,listening to his teacher run after him and bang on the door. Carlos slid to the ground and sobbed,looking down at his blood stained thighs,where something white trickled down them. He shuddered and unfolded his clothes,discovering he had no underwear. He yanked his jeans on and hissed in pain when his backside burned. He slowly pulled his shirt on and hooked his helmet on. He slid under the sink and began crying when his vision became blurry. He was losing some blood and it was making him tired. He had to get out of here. He looked around and found window's above the stalls. One looked open,so he scurried out from under the sink,hitting his head a bit as he scurried up the toilet and through the window. He jumped to the ground and began running,his ankle hurting from the long drop. His whole body ached and he began sobbing as he ran,ran as fast as he could. He didn't realize where he was until he reached the ice rink. Oh yeah he had hockey practice,didn't he? He felt paranoid though. He didn't want to be here for some reason. He limped gently into the rink,his jeans feeling wet,his vision blurry and his head hurting.

He limped into the rink and walked up to his coach. Everyone else was already on the ice. He gently tapped his coach on the arm. His coach turned around and his eyes widened. His jaw dropped and his whistle fell from his lips.

"C-Carlos?"

"I-I'm here c-coach. Sorry I'm late." Carlos slurred a bit,feeling a small trickle of blood slipping from the cut on his head. He hiccuped and leaned over to throw up,standing up to have his eyes roll back into his head and he fainted.

...

Being hurried to the hospital,Carlos had to have a rape kit done and a surgery because of the massive bleeding coming from his rectum. Hitting his head on sink caused a small fracture in his skull and he had to have surgery once more. When Carlos woke up,his dad was sitting next to him sobbing hard. Carlos sobbed into his dads arms. Now since his father was a cop,Carlos told him everything. A small investigation was done on the teacher,who was found guilty. Carlos's ripped underwear was found in the trash can of his classroom,blood on the desk,fingerprints on Carlos, the DNA from the kit came back for him. He was arrested immediately,serving 35 to life with no parole.

Carlos horrified. People wouldn't stop talking about it. He lost all his friends and eventually Carlos,under all of it,was home-schooled. Therapy didn't work for the little Latino. His mind was to messed up for it all. His dad suffered to. After protecting his son for years from the pedophiles and horrible people,how could this has slipped by him so easily? Both of them suffered horribly,not knowing who had it worse.

R&R