This chapter is kinda long, but it had to be. I meant to explain this last chapter, but forgot. I put that James was a Mini-Mite when he started, I know in the show they talk about Pee-Wee hockey. Mini-Mite is the name for kids 7 and under, Mite is 8-9, Squirt is 10 yrs, and Pee-Wee is 11-12. It's not that way in all states, but in Minnesota and a few other states, that's the names. I wanted them to be younger when they started playing, so I used Mini-Mite.

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I want to say something real quick. This chapter has a few cuss words, I don't personally cuss, but I thought it kinda fit the scene and such. So, yeah, lol.

Warning: Rape!

One hour left until I had to be at Mr. Willis' house for tutoring. Logan, Kendall, and Carlos were giving me tips all day about what to do. Logan, being the smart one, told me different things I need to know just incase, like all exits and such.

"And definitely don't go into any room with no windows or doors." Kendall added.

"Guys! I get it! I'm not five, I can handle myself. You act like he's going to sell me to the sex traffickers." I said, chuckling a little. I knew they were just looking out for me. It was weird to everyone that a teacher was having a student over, but he was just being a teacher and trying to help. He was doing his job, helping me pass.

"You never know, James. He could be a part of some big underground organization and you could be just what he's looking for." Carlos told me, the smile on his face showed he was being sarcastic. Logan started on another tip-spree, but I cut him off.

"I gotta go get ready, see ya later." I said, standing up and grabbing my book bag. We were at Kendall's house, which we came to straight after school. It was Friday and I would be coming back here after tutoring to spend the night. It was rare for us to spend a weekend away from each other. We're more like brothers after all.

"Are you leaving?" Katie, Kendall's little sister, asked from her place on the couch.

"Yeah, I'll be back later though. I gotta go to a tutoring session." I explained, she just made an 'oh' face and went back to reading her book. I walked out, ran down the porch steps, and to my car. I started it up and made the quick drive to my house. We all lived on the same street so we weren't far from each other. I parked and just left my bag in the car since I would be leaving soon. As I passed the arched doorway leading to the kitchen, I could hear my mom yelling at someone. She was usually yelling at people. She said it was part of being a business owner. I made my way up the stairs and to my room. I decided to just wear what I was wearing, light blue jeans, a dark grey shirt with a red design on it, a black zip up jacket, and black vans.

I fell back on my bed and stared up at myself. I didn't really want to leave Kendall's house yet, I didn't have anything to do. Everything I needed was already at Kendall's house. I had taken it all over there after school. I only left so I wouldn't have to listen to them worry anymore. I wouldn't have to worry about that later though. Everything was going to be fine. My dad was the only person who understood that. He saw Mr. Willis for exactly what he was, a teacher. My mom was a little more open to it because she wants me to pass with a high grade. I was desperate to the same too.

I pulled up to the address Mr. Willis gave me. It was a greyish-blue two-story house with a white porch. It was a pretty normal looking house, not much different from other houses here. I cut the engine, grabbed my bag, and got out. I walked up onto the porch and rang the doorbell. I heard a dog instantly barking and couple seconds later I heard footsteps coming toward the door. It opened and the familiar tall, short brown-haired man stood there. Except he was wearing blue jeans, a navy blue t-shirt that said Duluth High on it, which had been sold during a fund raiser once, and black tennis shoes. Normally he wore black slacks, a white button up tucked in, a tie and dress shoes. Also, his hair was styled, not messy like now.

"Hello, come on in, James," Mr. Willis said, stepping aside. A middle sized, brindle colored dog was right under my feet. He kinda had the shape of a German Shepard, but was a bit different. His tail curled over his back, he was a healthy weight, and one ear stuck up while the other was folded. "That is Boise, if you want I can put him in the other room?"

"No, it's okay, I love dogs," I said, reaching down to pet Boise, who was really friendly.

"You can go ahead and put your stuff down on the couch. I'll be right back," he said before leaving. Studying on the couch sounded weird to me, but oh well. I placed my book bag on the floor and sat down on the hunter green couch. Boise jumped up and laid his head in my lap. I began petting him as I looked around the room. There was a TV on the wall in front of the couch, there were two black recliners, a dark stained wooden table, cream-colored carpet, darker cream-colored walls, and pictures hanging around the room.

"Sorry, I had to take care of something. If you're ready, we can go ahead and get started." Mr. Willis said as he sat down on the other side of Boise. I just nodded to show I was ready. "Um, this may be hard. Boise, to the kitchen," he ordered. Boise got down and took off toward the other room. I wasn't sure why but I felt weird not having the dog in-between us anymore, especially when he moved closer to me. I was just letting what everyone said get to me. Mr. Willis began going over the lesson with me.

"Alright, go ahead and work these few problems and I'll get us something to drink." I just nodded and got to work on them. Mr. Willis wasn't gone very long before returning with two Cokes. He sat the cans down on the coffee table before sitting back down. He definitely sat closer to me this time. I scooted over a bit, but I was already next to the arm rest, so I couldn't go far. He leaned closer to me and started looking over the problems. "That one is wrong." He went on to explain the problem for me and help me fix it. I felt my heart stop when Mr. Willis laid his hand on my thigh while I worked the problem. I kept telling myself it didn't mean anything.

"C-could you move your hand?" I asked, feeling really uncomfortable the longer it stayed.

"Oh, sorry, you'll have to excuse me. I have a son who is ten and I'm used to helping him with homework. I need to remember to limit contact with you." Mr. Willis chuckled a little.

"I didn't know you had a son."

"Yeah, he was kinda produced from a in the moment thing. He lives with his mom, but I see him a lot." I felt a little awkward with him telling me how his son came to be. I just pushed it aside and went back to my math.

We had been working on the math for the past two and half hours. I wasn't making much progress, but it was just the first session. I waited while Mr. Willis looked over the pages I had just finished. He handed them back to me when he was done. I looked over them and saw all the red Xs.

"Seriously? I barely got any right!" I exclaimed, sighing heavily. "I'm not getting this, I think I'm ready to just call it a night." Mr. Willis sat there and stared down, bouncing his knee. He seemed to be in deep thought. It was like he was debating something with himself. I started to gather my stuff.

"What if there was something really simple you could do to bring your grade up?" He finally said. I turned and studied his face for a moment. I saw desperation in his eyes. Did he really want me to pass that bad?

"What would I have to do?" I asked, hoping it really was simple. I was taken off guard when Mr. Willis suddenly moved closer to me, putting his right hand on the other side of me and leaning over my body. He tried to kiss me, but I turned my head and tried to push him away. "What are you doing?" I yelled, feeling my heart speed up.

"It'll guarantee you a pass the class. All you have to do is relax," he said, pushing me to the side toward the arm rest. I started to push against him, trying to make him stop. He was a lot stronger than me though and was heavier than he looked. I kept turning my head so he couldn't kiss me, but he just started kissing my neck instead. I was breathing really heavy and felt like I could have a panic attack.

"Please, Mr. Willis, stop." I said, pushing my hands against his chest harder.

"I want you to call me Jake. Mr. Willis sounds too formal for this," he whispered. I couldn't help but let out a small noise of fear. I didn't care if it meant I never graduated high school, I wasn't going to let this happen. He grabbed ahold of me roughly and made me slide down on the couch farther. He moved my legs onto the couch and sat down on my thighs so I couldn't move. He began moving his hips against mine. I felt the tears welling up inside me, but I refused to cry. I wasn't giving this monster the satisfaction of seeing me weak. I started to fight harder, trying everything in my power to throw him off me.

"Lay still," he grunted out as he grabbed my arms and pinned them down a cross my chest. I didn't stop though, I kept fighting him. If this was going to happen, I didn't want him to be able to say I finally gave in. He began rocking his hips again, moaning as he did. I managed to get one of my hands away from him and punch him in the stomach. He stopped his movements and hunched over a bit. I tried to use this moment to get away, but he collected himself faster than I thought he would. He suddenly reached up and smacked me before pinning my arm down again. He leaned forward and got right next to my ear before whispering.

"If you don't do as I say, I can fail you in my class. Which will end in you going to summer school where I can fail you again. Do you know what would happen then? You would have to repeat the grade while all your friend's moved on. They would soon forget you and people have problems being friends with a flunky. So, if you don't want your life ruined, then I suggest you lay still." I laid there and let the words set in. He was right, it would make my life hell. "That's a good boy," he said before kissing my neck again. I wasn't sure what to do. I didn't want to give in, but I also didn't want him flunking me. I finally decided that losing my innocence to a scumbag teacher wasn't worth it. I began fighting him again. I was wiggling around and pushing him.

He used one hand to undo my pants and push them down. He grabbed me and flipped me over. I was trying to fight him off, but this new position made it harder. I started wiggling around.

"Keep moving around like that," Mr. Willis said breathlessly. "You have a nice ass," he reached out and began rubbing his hand over my rear. I wasn't sure what to do. He liked me wiggling around and I didn't want to give him what he wanted. I was starting to believe there was no way for me to get out of this. My eyes went wide and I began trying to get out from under him when I heard a zipper.

"DON'T! I'LL REPORT YOU TO THE POLICE! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME!" I began screaming over and over. He had neighbors, maybe I would get lucky and someone would hear the screaming and call the police. I continued screaming before having something cloth shoved into my mouth, making me gag. It was his shirt. I was still screaming but the shirt muffled the sound. It was definitely not loud enough for anyone outside the house to hear. I felt something went touching me down there and realized it was his fingers. He pushed one inside me. It felt weird physically and made me feel violated emotionally.

"Shh, just relax," he said as he added another finger and began moving them around. I was still moving, trying to get away. I wasn't letting this happen without a fight. I wasn't going to stop and let him do this. He must have deemed me ready or was just trying to move things along because he pulled his fingers out. I was ready to cry when I felt his length against my body. I began moving around frantically and screaming into the shirt. This couldn't happen. I let out a scream that hurt my throat when he pushed inside me. It was the worst pain I had ever felt. It felt like I was being ripped open. I continued to scream as he started moving in and out of me. I couldn't hold the tears back anymore. They streamed down my face. It made it hurt more but I kept fighting him. I wasn't giving in and just letting it happen. I wouldn't stop fighting until it was over. I tried to get my arms away from him, but he had them folded and pinned to my back. He was holding both of my wrist in one hand and using the other to support himself as he leaned over me.

"Keep moving like that and this will be over faster," he whispered breathlessly in my ear. I wasn't sure what to do. Did he not understand that I wasn't enjoying it? I wasn't trying to make it more pleasurable for him, I was trying to get away. I knew that if I got away, I would still be violated, used, and gross. It was too late to prevent it from happening. He began moving faster and I squeezed my eyes shut. I was still crying and screaming every time he pushed in. He whispering disgusting things in my ear. I felt gross. There was still that voice trying to tell me this wasn't my fault, but there was another listing all the ways this could have been avoided.

It felt like this had been going on forever before he finally slammed into me once more. I let out a scream as he came inside me. It didn't hurt, it just made it so final of what just happened. He laid on top of me for a few more minutes before pulling out. The second he was off me I yanked the shirt out of my mouth, pulled my pants back up and grabbed my stuff, shoving it all into my bag. The tears were still trailing down my cheeks. I was in pain but the only thing I could think of was getting out of here. I went to stand up, but his hand shot up and grabbed me. He stood up and got right in my face.

"If you tell anyone what just happened, I will make your life a living hell. I will fail you and secretly spread the word that you slept with a teacher. I wonder what that will do to your reputation? You would become the school slut for sure." His tone was low and dangerous. He let go of my arm and I ran from the house. When I got to the yard I started feeling sick. I couldn't hold it in and ended up throwing up on his lawn. After I finished, I got in my car and drove home. I didn't want to go to Kendall's, not after that. I just wanted to go home, take a hot shower, and get in my bed. I fought the tears all the way home. I kept reaching up and wiping my eyes with the sleeve of my jacket. I had to get myself together before I got to the house incase Mom was in the livingroom or something.

I got to my house and parked. I wasn't ready to go in just yet. I folded my arms on the steering wheel, placing my head on them. I just broke and sobbed into my arms. There was a voice telling me to go get my mom, tell her what happened, and go to the cops. Another part told me that Mr. Willis would ruin my life and I needed to just keep my mouth shut. I hated the war going on in my head. It made me feel confused and lost. I didn't know what to do. I just wanted to sit here and cry.

I sat in my car and cried for about an hour before I managed to calm down and stop. I wiped my eyes and reached over to turn on the light on my rear-view mirror. I looked terrible. My hair was a mess, my face was red and wet, my eyes were puffy and bloodshot. I reached over and grabbed some napkins out of my glove box. I blew my nose in one and used another to dry my face better. I took a few deep breaths before getting out of the car. I just left my book bag there. I walked inside and didn't see my mom. All the lights except for the living-room light was off. I saw a piece of paper on the counter when I walked past the kitchen door way. I walked over and picked it up.

James,

I went out with Craig. I didn't know if you would come back or not before going to Kendall's.

Love, Mom.

I sighed and crumbled the note up before throwing it in the trash. I made my way up the stairs, I was still in pain so the climb was a little slower than usual. I went to my room and grabbed my pj pants, clean boxers, and a big hoodie before going to the bathroom. I took my shirt off and caught my reflection in the mirror. I turned my head, not wanting to see myself. I reached in and turned the shower on as hot as it would go. I took my pants off, tossing everything into the hamper. I stepped into the shower, getting under the steaming water. It hurt as it beat down on my skin, but it felt good at the same time. I tried not to think about what happened. I wanted to just forget. I wanted to pretend it never happened and move on with my life.

I hope I did a good job on this. I didn't want it to be down played with James' emotions, so I hope it didn't. I'm a guy and I believe I would have a war going on in my head if something like that happened. Also, we have a lot of pride, so it's hard for us to come forward when bad things happen. We see it as being weak because we couldn't protect ourselves. Plus, we think that if we can't protect ourselves then what makes people believe we could ever protect a girl or a family?

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