The Academy

Part One: Chapter Thirteen

I glance around warily, staying in the middle of the path where there's light. I pull my jacket around me tighter, hoping for some shelter against the cool breeze. It's a cloudy night, the moon isn't visible.

My senses are heightened in fear as I walk faster. Being alone at night never bothered me until...

I glance behind me, and of course the split second I take my eyes off of the ground in front, I trip. Stumbling forward, I try to stay on my feet.

I'm sure I'm about to fall until someone catches me. As soon as I gain balance I pull away and freeze when I see who it is.

"It's awfully late for you to be outside, Olivia." His voice is low and gravelly.

"I was just heading back to my room." I raise my chin defiantly, hoping to conceal my fear as I begin to back away.

"Not so fast," He steps after me, catching my arm with his hand.

"Let me go. Skipton, back the hell off." I warn him, trying to pull away, but his grip is tight.

"You really think you can take me?"

"Don't fucking try anything." My heart is pounding, my body and mind all screaming at me to get away as fast as possible. But I'm stuck. He won't let me go.

With a smirk, he pulls back and slams his fist into the side of my face.

Pain shoots through my body and my vision blurs as I fall sideways and try to regain balance. I stand up and face him, assuming a defensive position. If he wants to fight, I'll fight. His eyes flicker with surprise but he smiles and throws another punch. I block, dodging with enough time to get my own blows in.

It's dark and quiet outside, I'm not far from the women's bathroom where he attacked me the first time. Everything around me fades away and I fight my instructor, fearing that if I lose it will cost me my life.

After what seems like hours but was probably only a minute or two, he manages to get me into a chokehold. I'm panting and struggling to get him off, but he doesn't budge. I'm sure he's about to snap my neck, so I close my eyes and focus on Amelia, my family, my friends, and Lindsey.

But he doesn't. Skipton drags me toward the bathrooms, and that's when I realize he's not going to kill me. He's going to rape me. Again.

His hands are cold on my stomach as he reaches under my shirt. When he starts at my jeans, my body gives out on me. I want to fight, I want to get him the hell away, but I can't. I'm frozen. My limbs refuse to move, my mind refuses to process what he's doing.

Maybe it's a good thing that my brain isn't working. I won't have to remember. There's no point in trying to get away now, it's already happening. It's too late.

I squeeze my eyes shut and grit my teeth, trying to put myself anywhere but there.

"You know why I picked you to stay?" He hisses as he moves on top of me. I don't respond and he laughs heartily. "This will turn you straight."

Finally, he stops. I don't move from where I am on the ground, my gaze is unfocused, but I can make out him fixing his pants and fastening his belt. He glances around, probably checking for witnesses.

He stands over me, staring thoughtfully. I hate that I'm completely at his mercy. At this point, I'm wondering if it would be better for him to just kill me now.

My entire body is throbbing as I slowly struggle to my feet, wanting to look him in the eye. I brace myself against the brick wall in the concealed area behind the restrooms.

"Go fuck yourself." I spit, draining what little energy I have left to stay on my feet. His eyes light up for the first time I've ever seen, and he throws a leg directly into my stomach.