𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 // 𝙩𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡

twenty four

a/n AYO GUESS WHO FINSISHED MARRAIGE STORY AND UGLY CRIED AND WHO MAY BE OBSESSED WITH ADAM DRIVER NOW

-also this story is completely unrelated to my snapchat book which y'all should check out

TW// rape ⚠️

courtney.

thank god no one was aware of what justin did to me. i was not fond of being known as "the girl who got raped". never. gwen wouldn't know either. i did not want her to judge me. knowing gwen and her beliefs, she would definitely slut shame me. even though i literally caught her having sex with my boyfriend. at least from where i was standing. anyway, this news would not reach the surface of the school's students. however, i craved justice. he would not be getting away with this. he would receive his well deserved karma maturely. fyi, i was striving to become a lawyer. as much as his self involved face looked like it needed it, i was not about to knock him out myself and have it show up on my records. the past few days duncan had been extremely caring while keeping a distance. it didn't take long for me to warm up to him, but the last thing i wanted was to be touched by anyone apart from him. he was the closest thing to family. my parent's were away and i needed some form of support.

while duncan and i paced through the corridor to get to ms. dalton's office, as hard as it was, but after some convincing I would see what she could do, i immediately noticed that clowns face in the sea of people. the clown who violated and shattering my dignity. it took every atom in me to not throw a chair at him, cuss and yell at him, fracture almost every bone in his legs, introduce him to the middle finger and finish the job by watching him crawl away into the grave he had dug. and u did. minus the crawling away part, as much as i'd love to see that go down. the buzz of chatter was in the air but the only thing i could hear was justin. "nice skirt, did you come back for round two?" he said cockily looking me up and down. breathe courtney, just breathe. "no" i said sharply. duncan was taking every detail justin did into consideration. eyeing his every move. being sure he wouldn't lay a hand on me. i was acting tough, but inside i was paralysed. recreating my boyfriend's actions, subtly watching the devil's hands and observing what surface they would curse next. "that's too bad, you see, i would enjoy that" he made sure his wink was crystal clear. i was too busy on focusing on not breaking down and showing my weakness to him. letting him believe he had won. i was right. this was the hardest part. seeing him at school every day. that and just dealing with it in general. i plucked up the courage to ask him something. "are you even sorry?" my voice began to break. duncan was preparing to make all the wind escape in justin as i starred into his eyes desperately. begging for some humanity left in him.

"no, why would i be? that was so good. are you retarded or some shit" justin scoffed.

this was it. he had done it. shown no remorse. typical.

i witnessed duncan's face burn up. like the fire that had cemented in me.

"you unimaginable bastard" i stated under my breath.

now, i would never be a violent person, but the circumstances were pretty valid. wait- let me rephrase that; exceptionally valid. the next thing i knew, my fists had scrunched up like paper and had become as powerful as cement. duncan was prepared to knock the shit out of him, when i already completed the job. hell, i did more than that. i knocked his head against the locker and kicked him powerfully in the crotch. hoping he would experience the pain he gave me. i enjoyed every second of it. watching him fear me and look precisely what i would do next, like how i had looked at him. he had made me hit rock bottom. he stole everything from me. absolutely everything. for a week i had been helpless, and i knew i would be for a while. but i had duncan, eventually bridge and heath, and even my parents in my corner. i hated him. i felt like i would laugh and mimic at him suffering. some would probably call it crazy, i would call it common sense of a victim.

a/n yes this was rushed it's 1 am it will be continued tmrw 😁