Claire POV
I was trying to work through my thoughts on the walk home. Shane knows something. How could I let Shane, of all people, see my body. Maybe he will help me, maybe...my thoughts were cut off when someone grabbed. I was spun around to see...great, Shane Collins.
"Hey, I was calling your name for like, half a block." I mumbled a sorry and looked down. "It's okay, I was just worried. You ran off at school, I wanted to make sure you are alright." I looked up and got lost in his eyes. I felt like I was drowning, I had to snap out of it.
"Won't your girlfriend be worried? Eve? You should go find her," I started to turn but he stopped me again.
"I no longer have a girlfriend." I looked at him in utter confusion. "I broke up with her for being a bitch. I couldn't stand how she treated you. "
"Oh" It was all I could manage. We spent a few hours talking at a nearby park. He never once mentioned the bruises for which I was thankful for.
"So who you gonna date now you're not with Eve?" I asked.
"What?"
"Well you always, um, date someone, so um, I was wondering, who you had your eye on." I could feel my face turning red, I turned away from him.
"Claire, look at me," I didn't move.
His hand cupped my chin and turned me to face him. He leaned in slowly as if asking my permission to touch my lips. I didn't pull away so he closed the gap.
I closed my eyes as my mind went fuzzy. I couldn't think. Shane Collins was kissing me. The hottest guy in school. Wow. I sunk into the kiss, never wanting it to end. As we pulled apart I noticed how dark it was getting, shadows filled the now deserted park – and that meant I was late.
"Shit, um, I've gotta go, but I will see you around school ok?" I said this as I grabbed my back with my hoodie which I had taken off just for Shane, and started to run towards my home. I heard Shane shout my name but I didn't stop until I reached my door and entered my house.
As soon as I shut the door I felt a hand entwine into my hair. My dad was angry, and pissed out of his head. Oh no!
"Bitch! Where the FUCK have you been?" he dragged me into the living room and threw me into the middle of the room. My mum sat on the sofa with a bottle of vodka, this was gonna be long beating.
"Johnny," my mother whined, "I want to be entertained." My dad started to raise his hand towards me, but she interrupted. "In a new way. Make her suffer, mentally as well." My dad chuckled and walked so he stood over me.
I had no idea what was going on, but I knew it couldn't be good. I started to crawl backwards as my father dropped to his knees and wrestled me to the ground. My arms were pinned above my head with one of his hands, the other was under my chin, pushing my head back to expose my neck. He lowered his head and licked me. I felt tears fill my eyes and overflow down my face. His hands dropped from my chin and stared to rip open my blouse. I tried to struggle away from him, twisting every way possible, but all that got me was a punch to the stomach.
Once my shirt was off, he unhooked my bra and released my hands just long enough to slip that off too. My crying was uncontrollable and my breathing was coming short. He grabbed my breast (which had recently grown to a B/C cup, kinda hate that now) and squeezed. I let out a small scream which only made him squeeze harder. I bit my lip to control myself.
His hand then lowered down to my jeans. I felt him unbutton them and slide them down to my ankles, which my mother laughed at and pulled them right off. I let out a small whimper as he did the same to my underwear, which once again was disposed of my mother.
My father shifted a little to unbuckle his trousers and get his 'thing' out. I knew this was my last chance, so tried to roll out from under him. He slapped me around the face and I felt my head smack back onto the floor. Everything started to spin but I could still feel him spreading my legs.
I felt it and he went inside me. It wasn't soft and gentle like in the books or movies, it was quick and rough. I heard a high pitched noise echoing around me and it look me a second to realise it was me. He started thrusting which hurt even more and went back to squeezing my breast. I thought I was gonna pass out. I heard my mum laughing in the background.
It seemed to last forever, and finally my dad exhausted himself and slumped on top of me. He rolled off of me and grabbed the vodka bottle from mother. He then took her hand, mumbling about having another round and took her upstairs.
I turned on my side and curled into a ball and cried until I ran out of tears. Finally, I grabbed a blanket to wrap around my still naked body, picked up my clothes and went upstairs to my room. With my body exhausted I dropped everything on the floor and crawled into bed.
As much as I tried, sleep wouldn't come. The memories of the day flooded in front of my eyes, Shane, the bruises, the kiss, my dad. Eventually I managed to cry myself to sleep.
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