CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains RAPEand it is very graphic! I understand that it may be upsetting for some readers and I'm sorry for that but it was important for me personally to get it out and the story was always going to go this way. It has been planned chapter-by-chapter from start to finish from the moment the idea popped into my head many months ago. Please don't hate me for this chapter because it's crucial to the story.
Mitchie's POV
I remember the date exactly, it was January twentieth. It was a Wednesday and I'd been put in detention by the relatively new Spanish teacher. He didn't like the fact that I told him to go and fall off a very tall bridge. Personally, I couldn't see the problem with it, I said it in Spanish and I was polite about it, I said please.
Anyway, when the bell rang at three fifteen to dismiss us, my mom sent me out of tuition to my detention and told me she'd wait for an hour seeing as she'd had to put Alex that same night as she'd caught her smoking on school grounds.
I walked up to my Spanish classroom, room S3, and knocked loudly to alert the thirty-something year old man of my presence. After waiting for a few minutes the door swung open and he smirked at me, gesturing for me to come in. He closed the door behind me with a loud bang and locked it, pocketing the key. I looked around and noticed that I was the only one in there which was weird considering that he'd also said he was going to put Bethan in detention as well. She'd probably managed to talk her way out of it.
Mr. Douglas was the teacher in school that every girl had a crush on and every guy wanted to be related to, everyone thought he was ridiculously cool but I just thought he was an asshole. He knew that though, and that was why he picked on me.
"Michelle, have a seat." He told me kindly, something was uneasy about his tone of voice and I cautiously took a seat at the front of the classroom.
"I shan't fucking tell you again, it's Mitchie." I reminded him angrily. No other teacher seemed to forget that I didn't respond well to being called by my real name, it was only this idiot that had a problem with remembering.
"Language, Michelle." He warned me, as if he was trying to piss me off. He pulled the old plastic chair out from next to mine and took a seat next to me, causing me to subconsciously press my legs together tighter and pull my skirt down awkwardly. "Are you nervous?" He asked, noticing my actions. I couldn't help but notice just how dark his eyes really were.
"A little." I admitted quietly, picking roughly at my long manicured nails.
"Good." He replied simply, placing a hand on my bare knee. For a moment I was terrified, my mind was racing at where this was about to go, but then I remembered that he was my teacher and he wasn't thinking like that. "You have beautifully soft skin, Michelle." He complimented me, the fire in his eyes only burning stronger with every word.
I attempted to move my knee from his grasp but he held me tightly in place. I was secretly praying that someone else would walk in and distract him but then I remembered that he'd locked the door.
When I didn't respond, Mr. Douglas looked slightly offended and moved his hand further up my leg to my mid-thigh, brushing against the bottom of my skirt. "I've seen you… walking around… with that little dyke girlfriend of yours." He whispered into my ear. I felt his hot breath on my earlobe and that was when I noticed how tight his pants really were.
"I'm sorry, Sir, but I'd prefer to serve detention with Ms. Munroe today." I told him, picking up my purse from the floor, only to have it pulled from my hand again and dropped back to the floor.
"No can do, Michelle." He replied, looking me up and down, his eyes lingering on the exposed skin of my legs. I made yet another attempt to get up and this time managed to lift from my seat before he forcefully pushed my chest, causing me to land back in my seat. "Let's play a little game, shall we? It'll make detention fun for both of us…" I thought about the game he probably wanted to play. It won't be fun for both of us. "The rules are simple, the more you behave yourself, the less you'll get… hurt." He hissed out the last word before forcing his lips onto mine.
I felt sick at the thought of kissing someone else that wasn't Alex. I attempted to shout but his lips muffled my cries as he rubbed my thigh roughly. "Please… no…" I told him through choked sobs. I hadn't noticed that I was crying until I began struggling to breathe.
"Don't cry, Sugar. If you play a long it won't hurt a bit. I know you're into this kind of thing, I know you're really a dirty little slut. You see, your mom told me about all of the things she found in your room. You really are a bad little slut, aren't you, Michelle? I know you're into this and I know you're going to enjoy it if you don't fight it, that way I won't have to hurt you." He whispered to me in a sickening tone of voice. I quickly moved my hand up to my face to wipe away the tears that were flowing freely down my cheeks and made a futile attempt to push him away.
When I put my hands on his chest to push him he grabbed them tightly and held them there, forcing me to rub his chest through his thin white shirt. "Oh, yeah, sugar, like that." He moaned, closing his eyes slightly. I couldn't shake the feeling of bile rising in my throat as I saw his member growing inside his pants. I wanted to puke.
I mustered up all of my strength and yanked my hand away from him, quickly getting up and making a dash for the door. I knew it was locked but I kept pulling at it to open it. I refused to give up.
I felt him behind me and before I had chance to move he slammed me into the door, my back against it, and ripped my shirt open, dragging it down my arms alongside my blazer. I was left in only a red and black lacy bra which was intended for Alex when we got back to hers, and my plaid skirt. I tried my best to cover myself with my hands but he pulled them away and guided them down to the button on his pants, forcing me to undo it and cause his loose pants to fall down around his ankles.
I gasped involuntarily in horror at the sight in front of me. His tanned, toned legs were bared for me and his tight white boxers were being stretched to their absolute limit because he was hard.
"Touch me, sugar." He instructed me firmly. I resisted and shook my head so once again he dragged my hands and placed them inside his boxers. I could feel his member, warm and hard against the back of my hand as I attempted to stay as far away from it as possible given the small amount of space. "Touch me, Mitchie. We wouldn't want that pretty little face of yours to get damaged now, would we?" He asked, as if it were a question. I knew where this was going, I knew there was no stopping it.
I reluctantly took his part in my hand and held it there, unsure of what to do. I'd done it before, obviously, but never under circumstances remotely similar to this. All I wanted was my girlfriend to hold me and tell me that this was all a nightmare. "I know you've done this before, you're forgetting that your dear mommy told me when she was drunk."
"M… My mom do-doesn't get drunk." I told him through my sobs.
"Whoopsee, I must have accidentally slipped something in her drink when we went out on your birthday. Silly me." He said it as if he knew that there was nothing I could do about it. What could I do? I was a five foot nothing girl locked in a room with a man much stronger and much bigger than me that had authority over me and wanted me to do things to him.
"You bastard." I still wasn't making any kind of attempt to move my hand. I could smell his arousal and it made the bile resting in my stomach actually make its way half way up my throat, leaving a burning sensation behind.
"Right, you're clearly no good with your hands." And with that he pushed down harshly on the top of my head, causing me to slide down the door onto my knees. I was at eye level with his dick now and I knew exactly what was coming next as he guided my shaky hands to pull his boxers down. I still had tears rolling down my cheeks but they were calmer and they were just silently slipping from my stinging eyes. I just wanted Alex.
Before I could register it his uncovered dick was in my face and he was pressing it against my lips to try and gain entrance. I pressed them tightly together, trying not to let him in but he thrust hard and made his way past, his member filling my mouth and hitting the back of my throat, almost causing me to gag. "If you use your teeth or refuse any more, I'll kill you with my bare hands." He threatened menacingly. Looking up I noticed the look in his eyes; he was being dead serious. I knew what I had to do and as much as I hated it, I had to; otherwise the next news headlines would be about an eighteen year old girl whose body was found in a classroom.
I bobbed my head a tiny amount, trying but failing to get used to the feeling. Mr. Douglas was pushing my head back and forth, forcing me to take him deeper into my mouth. As if I didn't feel sick enough already, he seemed to somewhat lose control and thrust further into my mouth, causing him to hit my gag reflex.
I instantly spat him out and began coughing, choking and spluttering uncontrollably, relentlessly. "I can't… I can't do it any more." I told him through chokes. He ignored me and slipped himself back into my mouth through my coughs.
"Yes, you can, sugar."
After two more forced attempts he gave up and lay on the floor, pulling me on top of him and positioning me to straddle his waist. I braced myself for what was about to happen. I knew from the second that he reached under my skirt and moved my thong aside that he was really going to go through with it. I took in a shaky breath from knowing what I knew; I was about to be raped and there was absolutely nothing that I could do about it.
He wasted no time in pushing himself into me, despite my pleas and begs for him not to do it. He kept repeating that it would stop hurting soon, that he was doing me a favour, that he was going to make me straight.
He held onto my hips tightly and guided me up and down for what felt like forever. The pain rippling through my body was excruciating and I kept crying continuously, attempting to shout for help. He grabbed his boxers and balled them up, forcing them into my mouth to keep me quiet, effectively silencing my cries.
Once he was finished, after he'd sped up considerably and cummed he pushed me off him onto the floor and threw my shirt, bag and blazer at me. He quickly redressed himself and unlocked the door, slipping out of it and leaving as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn't just raped me.
I'd been raped by a teacher.
I quickly grabbed my things, shoved my clothes back on, and bolted across campus to my mom's room where I knew she would be with Alex. I saw Alex sitting at my mom's desk laughing with her when I burst in, causing both of them to look up at the door quickly and see the state that I was in. I could guess that I looked terrible, I still hadn't stopped crying and my shirt was ripped. My hair was probably a mess and I probably had makeup staining my face.
"My god, baby, what happened?" My mom asked quickly as she shot up from her desk and ran the short distance over to me, Alex hot on her tail. The both of them wrapped their arms around me as I fell to the floor in hysterical sobs, unable to control my breathing and crying. "Alex, go and get somebody." My mom ordered Alex firmly, which Alex quickly got up to comply to.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her back down, shaking against my mom's tight embrace and squeezing the life out of Alex's hand.
"Please don't leave me… Please… Don't go." I kept repeating to both of them as my mom pulled my head against her chest and began stroking my hair to try and calm me down as Alex just sat on the floor helplessly, squeezing my hand and whispering comforting words in my ear.
After literally an hour of my crying, alternating between my mom and Alex's embraces, I managed to calm myself down slightly so I could talk properly and the only tears escaping my eyes were silent ones. Silent, pained ones. "Please… can we just… can we go home please?" I asked shakily, trying to regain proper control over my breathing. I watched my mom nod silently, clearly terrified about what had happened, but I just couldn't find the words to tell her. Alex loosened her grip on my shoulders and stood up, pulling me with her whilst my mom collected our things to lead us out.
When I stood I felt rippling pain in my southern region, I knew he'd probably torn me from being so rough. Alex was quick to catch me as I began to fall back down and before I knew it she'd wrapped two strong arms around me and was carrying me bridal style rather than making me walk.
We walked past his classroom and I stiffened up, something that didn't go unnoticed by Alex who tightened her hold on me. Once we reached the parking lot, Alex bundled me into the back seat of her car whilst my mom climbed into her own, arranging with Alex to meet back at our house.
The drive home was silent, Alex offered me a cigarette to which I declined and made several attempts to ask me what happened. I completely blanked her when she asked what was wrong but when she asked if I was okay I managed to squeak out a tiny 'no.'
I didn't move when the car parked on my driveway so Alex carried me into my house to meet my mom who was sitting on the couch in a daze, probably trying to figure out what the hell had happened to me.
Alex made a move to put me down on the couch but I clung tighter to her neck and shook my head violently against her shoulder. I wasn't sure why I was so opposed to sitting on the couch, I just wanted to be in the sanctity of my own bedroom. I didn't want to tell my mom, not because I felt that I couldn't talk to her, but because I couldn't bear to see her reaction to what I knew she would have to know by the morning.
"Can we go… can we go to my… room please?" I asked her quietly, struggling to get my words out. Alex nodded silently and began the struggle to carry me up the stairs with my mom walking behind us every step of the way in case Alex slipped. I couldn't believe how great they were both being and they didn't even know what had happened. I knew then that the two of them really did care.
"I'll leave you girls to it. Mitch, baby, you need to tell one of us what happened." My mom told me softly as if I didn't already know. She left the room, leaving the door open like she always did, and Alex sat down next to me on the bed where she'd placed me previously.
"Are you going to tell me?" She asked with an eyebrow raised. She looked so helpless, like she was desperate to help but she couldn't. I nodded silently and she looked at me expectantly.
"Can you just… Can you hold me, for now?" I asked nervously, terrified that she'd say no.
"Of course." She responded instantly. She shuffled around so we were lying next to each other underneath the comforter and she wrapped her arms around me tightly.
I must have drifted off to sleep at some point because when I woke up it was getting dark outside, meaning it was around six o'clock. Alex was just lying next to me, holding me tightly to her and crying silently at the state I was in.
"Mr. Douglas…" I choked out to her, alerting her of my new-found consciousness. She looked confused at the mention of my Spanish teacher and I knew I would have to continue. "He ra… he…" I couldn't find the words, I couldn't make them come out of my mouth so instead I slowly moved my hands and made a sex motion with them, pushing two fingers through a circle I'd made with my fingers from my right hand.
"Oh my god… Sonny!" She yelled as realisation hit. "Sonny!" She yelled again, causing my mom to appear in my bedroom almost instantly.
"What, Alex honey, what?" She asked, slightly exasperatedly from running up the stairs.
"She's been raped."
Boom! I'm so sorry for this chapter but as I said, it was always going to go this way. Just so you're aware, this is no where near the end.
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