The update you've all been waiting for…
WARNING: SEX AND CURSING (I don't know if its M. Sex is in it. Period.) I'm not good at this. I've written a rape scene before but that's all.
Chapter 5
Clare's POV
Freshman Year
It was a month after Fitz and I had gotten sexually involved. Fitz treated me like a queen, when I did something for his benefit. After we'd have sex, he'd give me a gift of some sort. After a while he wanted me to move different ways and use different toys. I thought it was normal, to add spice in our sex lives. Then, he invited me to this party, there were a lot of teens, alcohol and it smelt like dirty socks and used condoms. We had a couple drinks and I got light-headed—fast.
"Babe, let's get outta here." Fitz told me while nibbling on my ear. He does that when he's in the mood. We went to a room and there was another guy in there,
"Its okay, we are gonna have some fun." Fitz whispered to me his breath reeking of the substance. Eventually I was laid out having to pleasure two men the same time. I really didn't want to do it. Soon it was another, and another, and another to where I couldn't even see Fitz anymore. I was tired, nauseous and scared.
"Stop this, p-please! Stop it!" I pleaded the boys continued making me do beyond what Fitz wanted.
"HEY! GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER!" A petite dark-skinned girl yelped over the music.
"I'M CALLING THE FUCKING POLICE IF YOU DON"T GET YOUR NASTY ASSES OFF OF HER!" I was beyond surprised at how lowed this girl got. She looked at me with longing. Then she charged for one of the boys. He pushed her out of the way and continued. She wouldn't stop.
"Guys she's gonna call the police!" One worried.
"I'm on probation, dude! She can't do that!" Another said.
"I'll take care of it." The leader told the group. He and the others punched, kicked and stabbed at the girl. I was scared out of my mind. Sweaty, naked, and scratched up. I ran out of the room to call 911 but Fitz grabbed me by the neck and pushed me to the ground.
"You don't want to do that, now do you?" Fitz said while taking a swig of some brown substance. I shook my head tears pouring out of my eyes. He poured the alcohol on my eyes.
"Stop cryin bitch." He commanded. I turned to see the girl's bloody, still body being pushed into a garbage bag. Fitz yanked my dirty arm and said," Come on we're not done with you yet." I went home with Fitz that night. That morning she was on the news.
"14 year old Alliah 'Alli' Bhandari was found brutally beaten and stabbed at Toronto's Garbage Dump today. There is evidence of a silver necklace with the initial CF in the garbage bag. Who is CF and what did they do to this young girl? Call 1-800-TO-CRIME (Toronto Crime). If you now anything on this case." That necklace is Fitz's. I gave it to him for our anniversary, last month.
"You better keep your dirty ass mouth shut, okay?" Fits threatens me. I nod like the night before. He stand up to go get a cigarette and I conjure up an idea.
"Wait baby." I coo while standing to him. I loop my fingers through his belt and pull him for a kiss.
"Do you know what I want right now." I say seductively.
"What." Fitz answers roughly. I kick him in the balls and say.
"For you to go to hell you sick bastard." And run away to the police station.
Do you really think I was going to tell you everything? Till next time,
-DG