Tutoring the Bad Boy [REWRITTEN]

19. flashbacks and movies

trigger warning: sexual assault
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"I DON'T WANNA go to school tomorrow, I'm too busy thinking about you," Oliver sang aloud as he drove. It was something special we'd do every now and then; just drive with no destination. Follow the sun until we ended up in a place we liked.

     The sun was starting to set now, and we had to put sunglasses on to actually see out the windshield. The sky was painted with blues and pinks that blended into a soft purple color. when they touched. The soft rumble of the car's wheels against the asphalt road. Everything was so fucking perfect.

     "Oliver," I called out the boy's name and he turned over to look at me with a wide smile. "I love you."

     "I love you so much more, baby," he laughed at the abrupt endearment, "you seem happy. I'm happy too, seeing you like this."

     "How could I not be? You're right by my side," I replied with a grin before kissing him on the cheek.

     The drive continued like that with small jokes, laughter, and singalongs to our favorite songs. Soon after, the sun had fully set and the stars were not peeking out over the horizon. We got out the car and laid down in a field as we studied the stars. We made up our own constellations and decided that when we died, we would most definitely be in the same constellation. Nobody else was around; it was just the two of us. I found comfort in it, knowing that we had the entire world to ourselves for this moment.

     It didn't take long until we started kissing, and that was all I thought we'd do. Small kisses and stargazing. My thoughts were proven wrong as he started to lift up my skirt with the same smile on his face as he did in the car. Before I could contest, his hand was already in my panties. I tried to push him away but it was to no avail; he was too strong for me.

     "Stop, Oliver," I whispered loud enough for him to hear. Tears were pooling around the brim of my eyelids, threatening to slide down the sides of my face. "Please don't. I don't want this."

"You don't want this?" he repeated as a question before chuckling, "no, baby, I think you have it wrong. You do want this, don't you? How could you not when you're dressed in that tiny, little skirt? God, you're just begging to be fucked by me."

Three of his fingers were suddenly shoved inside me and I let out a scream. In pain or for help, I didn't really know at this point. All I knew was that trying to get help was useless— Oliver was smart. He knew now to do this so easily. With people around.

Why couldn't I have known better?

"I don't want this," I repeated in another whisper as I begged for him to stop.

"It's not nice to tease me, baby," he whispered back as he started to unbuckle his pants. "Do you not love me? This is the ultimate form of affection that you could give to someone, is it not?"

I nodded hopelessly as so many thoughts ran through my mind, it started to make my head hurt. I couldn't do anything, but was I supposed to do anything at all except let it happen? This is what love meant, so why was I denying it from myself? This is what you wanted, Irene. To finally be loved by someone. Anyone.

I laid there lifelessly as he shoved himself inside of me. He moaned, "Fuck, you're so tight, baby. Isn't this what you wanted? This is the way people show love to one another, isn't it? So let me love you, Irene."