Chapter 3: What Goes Bumping The Night
It was Monday now, and I was walking into school. I had been able to sleep all day Saturday and Sunday.
I could feel peoples eyes on me as I walked to my locker. I understood why. They had never seen me wear black, or any other dark color, before. Today I was wearing denim jeans with a medium sleeve black shirt. I decided on wearing black because this morning the cut on my arm had started bleeding. I had wrapped a bandage around it, but I was afraid it would bleed through, so I placed one of the shirts in the back of my closet with sleeves to cover it. I didn't want anyone to see my cut and start to ask questions that I couldn't answer. And plus, I dressed the way I felt.
I turned the locker combination and opened my locker to get my stuff. Chad and Ryan appeared beside me, getting their stuff out their lockers. We all closed our lockers and started to talk. Chad looked at me curiously.
"Why are you wearing black today? You never wear black."
I shrugged and said the first thing that came to mind. "I decided to wear something new. Explore my horizons. How does it look?" I spun around in a little circle. I saw Ryan looked me up and down, but I ignored him. I was use to that now.
"It looks weird, but nice on you."
"Yep." Ryan agreed, still eying me.
"Hey guys!" Taylor walked up us and kissed Ryan. "Whats with the black?" She eyed my clothes.
"She's exploring." Chad explained. Taylor nodded and we walked to class together.
Two weeks later
I was walking home from school. Chad had been sick today, or wanted to start the weekend early, and I had to walk home.
I walked into my house and locked the door. I went directly to my room and sat at my computer. I didn't bother to look around, my room was safe.
It had been two weeks since I'd seen him, and he hadn't come back. I was really jumpy the first week, checking every single spot in the house. Then, when he didn't come back, I returned to how I normally acted. It appeared as if it had been a one time thing. I was just very happy about that. All I wanted to do was just to forget that any of that had ever happened and go back to normal.
I turned on my computer and surfed the web for a few hours until I felt sleepy enough and went to bed.
I was woken up abruptly by an amount of weight on my stomach. My eyes snapped open, and adjusted to the little light in my room.
I couldn't see much, but I could see the dark figure hovering over me. I looked down and discovered that I was already fully undressed, and so was he. I started to shake. He was kneeling in between my legs, keeping them propped open in front of him. His hands were already hurting my waist. I tried to move my hands, but they were already tied above my head. I looked at his face.
"I'm glad you're awake. It would have been no fun." His words sent shivers down my spine. There was a dark sense of humor in his voice that me shaking even harder. I opened my mouth to say something, but closed my mouth. "You aren't going to scream, are you? Cause if you are, I'ma have to put the sock in your mouth."
"No." I shook my head and he smiled.
"Lets get this started." I watched as his eyes locked on my breasts and his smile disappeared. He suddenly leaned forward and placed his lips on top of my right breast. My body jumped toward his body at the unexpected touch. I closed my eyes as he kissed it a few times before putting it in his mouth and swirling his tongue around my nipple. He suddenly pulled into me.
The pain was there, and that's all I really felt. His hands were in the same place as last time and my waist started hurting. I tried not move or make anymore noises, but my body wasn't connected to my mind.
At the end of the day, (I found out it was only eleven at night) he marked my arm again and left. When I washed the blood off my arm, there was another letter.
I
I could remember what he had said when I asked him what it was for.
"You'll see next time." He had said and smiled this weird little smile.
There was gonna be more?
I locked the window and left if locked.
Over the course of the next few months, everything changed.
He, my rapist, visited me frequently. No matter what I did he always found his way in. He would always appear a shadow in some dark corner in my room. After the second time, he came at least once a week. The fourth time I figured out what he was spelling on my arm;
MINE
I was surprised. He told me that I was his and no one elses. That nobody could have me. I was shocked, and a little angry and scared, at his possessiveness. But I got over it. Kind of.
After that, he started to come every two days, always surprising me by showing up at different times. Sometimes early in the morning around 1 or 2 am, right before I leave for school, after school, and late at night. He stopped tying my hands up, but I kept my hands to myself. He knew I wouldn't make any move toward stopping him, so he didn't bother.
At night, when I was waiting for him to come, I would just curl up in the middle of my bed and look around my room, waiting. After he left, I would just lay there and cry my heart out. I wondered why this was happening to me, out of the other some billion people it had to be me. While he was here, I would just lay there and take it, knowing that any of my hopes that he was going to leave me alone and go away was just gone. What else could I do other than take it? He would hurt me, he already had though, if I even tried to do anything close to pushing him off.
Chad, Taylor, and Ryan noticed the change. They kept asking me why all I wore was dark colors and why I always looked so sad and scared, but all I would do was snap back that it was none of their business and walk away. I couldn't help how this was affecting me. Chad was worried the most. He kept calling the house, catching me at school, and talking to me. He asked me what was wrong and kept telling me that I could trust him, but I wouldn't talk to him. I wouldn't talk to nobody about what was going on. I was too scared.
This morning was kind of different.
He had caught me right before school. I was in the shower and was washing my cut (it had closed up, but left a scar that looked kinda like a tattoo) when I felt hands on my waist. I dropped my towel as the hands spun me around. I looked up and saw him. It bothered me that I didn't know his name yet. He pushed me against the wall and hoisted me up on it. I wrapped my legs around his waist.
I had learned how he liked it after having sex with him so many times. Plain and simple. Rough and fast. He would kiss my chest for a little bit then he would just take me. After that we would talk a little bit, then he'd leave. So when he wrapped an arm around my waist, grabbed the back of my head, and kissed me, I was confused. I could feel his hands travel up my sides and on top of my chest. His hands massaged my chest as his tongue massaged mine. His hands moved from my chest and went down to grab my thighs. He hoisted me up higher and put an arm back around my waist. He turned and walked out the bathroom.
I was very confused now.
He laid us down on my bed and continued to kiss me. His lips trailed off my lips down my neck to my chest. He lingered there for a few minutes then continued down the length of my body, stopping right above my bikini line. He wrapped his hands around my thighs and started to kiss the inside of my thigh. I wondered what he was doing. He had never done this, so I had no idea what he was doing. He kissed and sucked on my thigh as he went higher and higher. I was just about to say something when he did something I never dreamed. I squirmed under the new sensation. It was totally new, and totally body-rocking. After he had finished, he moved back up and kissed me. I could taste a peculiar flavor on his tongue and his mouth. His hand hitched one of my thighs up on his side. He pulled into me and went on. When he was done, he laid on the bed next to me. When I caught my breath, I turned to him.
"I-I-I-I want to ask you something." It took all the guts I had to even open my mouth.
He turned to me. "What?" His voice wasn't that harsh, but it was still almost rude that it had me back tracking.
"W-W-Whats your name?"
"I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"Cause that would be giving you too much info."
"Please," I was desperate. I wanted just a little piece of information so that I could at least keep a hold on my sanity. "I just want to know this little about you."
He sighed. "Ok, but all I'm gonna tell you this. You can call me Troy." The four letter name wasn't much, I couldn't be sure that was his real name, but it was better then nothing.
"Do you know my name, Troy?"
"Yes, your name is Sharpay." He said it as if he had known me my whole life.
With that, he got dressed and left.
I laid there for a little while, controlling my breathing and daydreaming about what he just did to me and what he could do to me, until I heard water running. I sat up and felt around my bed, feeling the sheets. They were wet. That's when I remembered that we had been in the shower at first. I got up and went to turn off the shower. When I returned, I looked around and saw the time.
"Shit." I breathed and hurried to get dressed.
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