Lost Innocence

L.R.T.

My mother walked in a few moments after I hung up the phone from Trunks. She crossed her arms at me and smiled slightly. "Marron, time for school."

I looked down at my bed sheets. "I'm not feeling very well today mom..."

"Marron, I know you have a history test today --"

"Mom, the history test is about Vegeta-san and Goku-san! I think I can handle missing it and making it up another day."

My mother frowned. I could tell she was sensing with her "mom stuff" that something that was up. "You don't sound like you have a cold or anything."

I nodded. "Sore throat."

"Let me get the flashlight then. I'll look."

"Mother..." I frowned.

She sighed. "Well, you have had perfect attendance until now...I supposed a day off wouldn't kill you," she smiled.

I nodded, forcing a smile, trying to get any idea of there being something the matter out of my mother's head. "Thanks, mom."

She nodded and shut the door behind her as she left. I flopped back onto my bed, sighing. I stared at the ceiling. How do you describe something like this to someone? I frowned in frustration. Do I just come out and say it, then explain? Or explain it thoroughly, piece by piece? I rolled onto my side, looking out my window into the warm April air. Hai, hai, I know, it's pathetic that this was my first absent day of the school year but I like school and do well in my subjects. I think that's why my mother knew something was wrong. I've gone to school with mono for crying out loud, let alone just a piddly sore throat. I looked down at myself. Ack, I was in my pajamas. I couldn't let Trunks-kun see me in boxers and a tank top. I forced myself up out of bed and slipped on some blue jeans and a t-shirt. I looked in the mirror as I began to braid my hair into their trademark pigtails. I didn't look like Marron. Marron was sweet and innocent. I...I was...I didn't know what I was. I wasn't a whore...but I felt so terribly dirty and awful inside. I looked down, stopping the braiding, figuring Trunks wouldn't exactly care about my hair after I told him about the events of last night. I undid what I had started to braid and brushed my hair out. I noticed a bruise near my hairline...probably where he was pulling my hair, trying to keep me down. I frowned, putting on some concealer. I didn't understand why he would do it to me of all people. I wasn't overly attractive (at least not to me), I wasn't exactly popular...what would he get out of making me suffer? I wasn't exactly a brag-able lay to all his friends. I sighed and looked back into my mirror, seeing Trunks standing in the doorway through the reflection. I turned around, somewhat startled and stood up. "Hey..."

Trunks frowned immediately. "Marron...what's going on?"

I sat down on my bed, patting the place next to me for Trunks to sit, which he did. "Trunks...you need to promise me that you can't tell anyone without my permission...not your father, mother, sister, Goku, Gohan, Goten, Pan, my parents, the police...anyone."

He stared into my eyes, with a look of concern I'd never seen before from Trunks. "Police? Marron-chan, please, what on earth is it?"

I took a deep breath, scooting away from him slightly. I wasn't sure of what his reaction would be and I didn't want to take any chances of him vomiting at the thought of touching me. "Well...you know that there was a football game last night and that I was there..."

"Of course you were, you're in band."

Heh. He always seemed to ramble off little factoids about me.

"Well..." I took a breath, "After the game..."

I was walking to the car that my mother and father had given to me for my sixteenth birthday. It wasn't much but at least I didn't have to bum my dad for a ride. It was really embarrassing having your dad need a booster seat to drive. I felt a hand on my shoulder, making a tight grasp. I quickly spun around, thinking it was some type of mugger. I sighed in relief, seeing it was Kentaro-chan, the star quarterback for the football team. I smiled slightly. We had never really talked much but we were acquaintances thanks to the marching band and football team bond we had. "Hi, Kentaro-chan," I smiled, putting my clarinet into my car.

"Hey, Marron, great job tonight," he grinned.

"Arigatou, you too," I smiled. "Two touchdowns."

He shrugged. "Hai, it's not a big deal."

I crossed my arms. "I sure couldn't do it."

Kentaro laughed. "But your friends could I bet."

I sighed. "Hai...they probably could..."

Kentaro went over to me and put an arm around me. "Hey...what's the matter?"

I shrugged. "I'm human..."

He grinned and kissed my neck softly, whispering. "So am I..."

I backed away from him, startled. Kentaro had never been one to come onto girls, despite the stereotypes of jocks. He was a sweet, kind person. I frowned a little and walked around to the other side of my car, him following. "I should really be getting home. My mother and father will wor--" I was cut off by Kentaro pinning me against my car, kissing my lips with great passion. My eyes widened and I tried to shove him off but of course he was too big for me. Finally, when he decided he needed some air, he grinned a vile grin at me...I'd seen many things in my day - from Buu to my Uncle Super 17 (I just thank God everyday that my parents were revived...) but I had never seen such a horrid face in my life.

"K - Kentaro..."

He then flashed out a knife, one of those pocket ones they gave boy scouts. "Shut up and get in the car," he sneered.

I opened my mouth to scream for help but he quickly placed his hand over it. "Marron, Marron, Marron...for being an honor student, you aren't very smart, are you?" he said, putting the knife to my throat. "Now I said get in the car."

My heart was racing as I did what I was told. He shoved me down into the backseat, shutting and locking the door behind him. After making sure every door was now locked, he looked down on me like a cheetah looking down on his carcass to feast on. He smirked down on me, slowly unbuttoning my marching band uniform. "Ahh, Marron...I've waited so long..." he said, the hint of lust very much in his voice.

Tears were already appearing on my cheeks as I looked up at him. "Why're you doing this, Kentaro?!"

He showed his knife once more. "Shut up!"

I quickly did as I was told as he tossed the top of my uniform away into the front seat.

"I asked you a question, Kentaro!" I persisted.

He growled, realizing his petty knife threats weren't enough to shut me up as he removed my bra, much to my horror, and gagged me with it. Kentaro grinned down at my horror-stricken face, into my eyes. "Ironic, ne, Marron?"

I began to cry softly as he removed the bottom part of my uniform, then my panties. He played his horrible little foreplay games with me...touching and kissing me and placing his wretched hands all over my body, before pulling down his pants and boxers. I shut my eyes, hoping and praying with all my might that this torture would be over soon. He forcefully inserted himself into me, which made me call out a muffled "yelp" of pain. Relentlessly, he plunged in and out and in and out of me, not heeding for a moment - not even when blood began to leak onto the seat of my car and when my soft crying became uncontrollable sobs. These things just seemed to make him plunge harder into me. What did he want?! Was he taking aggressions out on me? And if so, why me?! A million questions were rampaging through my brain at that point. I let out a muffled scream as I reached my climax but he wasn't done. He wanted that pleasure too - or at least to him it would be pleasure. Kentaro sneered at me once more as he let himself out inside of me. He removed himself then, grinning demonically as he pulled his boxers and pants back up. He gently licked my cheek, purring as he whispered, "It's been a pleasure, Marron, dear." And with that, the bastard left. I lay alone and nude in the car for a while, shaking, and letting out sobs once in while. I removed my bra from my mouth and began to dress myself again shakily. Once I had done this, I stepped out of the backseat, taking in the April air which calmed me for a few moments until I thought of his face again. I could almost feel him inside me...banging mercilessly. I shook my head, drying my tears, trying to look presentable for my family and drove off into the night.

I looked down into my lap, tears streaming down my cheeks. I didn't dare look Trunks in the eye. How could I? God, what he must've been thinking. It made me sick to my stomach. We were both silent for a few moments, both of us taking in what I had just told but Trunks broke that silence by standing up. I looked up at him and saw his temples flaring and veins sticking out of his neck in rage.

"I'll...kill that motherfucking son of a bitch!" he yelled, rushing for the door.

"Trunks, no!" I called, grabbing his arm and looking up into his eyes. "Please..."

He sighed and nodded, holding me close. "Marron...I'm so sorry...so very sorry..."

I cried softly in his arms as we both sank to the floor together. "Trunks...what am I gonna do?" I wept.

He stroked my tear soaked hair, glaring. "I don't know. But I won't let him hurt you...not ever again, Marron."

I looked up at him. "I can't tell anyone...what will he do to me?"

Trunks gazed into my eyes, putting his hands on my cheeks, my tears now running down his hands. "Not a damn thing. Not as long as I'm around, Marron. And I'm not leaving your side." He then pulled me close and I felt so comforted and safe in his arms. I rested my head on his chest, crying for the longest time. When I had finally calmed slightly, Trunks lifted my chin. "Want to lay down?"

I nodded as he helped me up and into my bed. I laid down and shut my eyes but they shot back open again immediately when Trunks laid right next to me, pulling me close. I rolled over and looked at him. "What're you doing?"

He smiled, brushing some hair from my face. "I said I wouldn't leave your side, right?"

I sighed, cracking a smile as I nuzzled up close to him. "Trunks..."

He stroked my hair and I shut my eyes, slowly drifting back off to sleep.