FOREVER

Chapter 8: The Raging Fire

*WARNING!!!*

Unpleasant sexual assault ahead=>
Non-consenual=>
I repeat unpleasant AND non-consenual shit ahead =>
If it triggers any unwanted memories I'm really sorry. Feel free to skip the chapter. You won't feel left out even if you skip this chapter, so yeah... That's it
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I woke up earlier than everyone and had a quick breakfast, putting together something simple. Before Regina arrived to pick my sister up I had to leave the house. It felt as if all of a sudden I grew wings as I dashed through the school hallways.

"No running around in the hallways Ms. Spencer!" A teacher that I'd seen around a couple of times shout as I slow down to a jog. I mumbled a quick apology and went back to running towards my class.

I just needed some time alone to organize my thoughts. Was it too much to ask for?!

But as soon as I entered the class my whole body sagged. Right. Samantha. Now it was not just Regina, it was Samantha too. "Hey Bee! Over here~" I could feel the eyes of my classmates as I walked over to my seat. Why were they staring at me? What changed?

I looked down at myself. Sweater- check, shirt- check, skirt- check, panties- check, socks- check, shoes- check... I hadn't worn any mismatched pair of shoes or socks either. I had all articles of clothings on me. So why were they staring? Awkward.

"You're early today, that's unusual. Miss me already?" Sam wiggled her eyebrows at me. "I-I woke up early and uhh thought that I'd just come to school. D-didn't want to be late." I lied with a slightly nervous face. I never came early to school and both Sam and I knew the reason behind my early arrival, yet why would she bring that up? Ugh! All these stupid questions are going to give me a headache before classes even start. "Sure" Sam said with smirk. Yep she's convinced alright.

Class started a while later and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. History was as boring as always. Lana and her sidekicks were also glaring daggers at me as usual. As I said nothing seemed out of the ordinary. So far so good.

Sam didn't mention anything about yesterday's events and neither did I. Time went by in a blur and the bell rang once again indicating that it was lunch time already. "Let's go let's go! I heard that we're having Aunt Pho's special sandwiches today. Let's go before the line gets too big. Sandwiches sandwiches saaandddwichesss~ Woohoo here we come!" How did she know of today's cafeteria menu? Nevermind. It's Samantha that we're talking about here afterall.

As expected the cafeteria line was getting bigger by the second. We quickly rushed to join the line. Sam tapped her feet impatiently on the floor. "Don't worry Sam. We'll get those sandwiches. Don't worry over such a small thing." I try to reason with her but who was I kidding? 

"But you don't get it Bee, it's THE special sandwiches that we're talking about here. You know how much I love them!" Sure it tasted good, but wasn't Sam being a bit dramatic? Every single time the special sandwiches are announced in the menu, she jumps up and down. The last time that she had  missed the sandwiches due to the student council meeting, the day had not gone well. I had to give her my sandwich to stop her from bawling her eyes out. It's She's no better than a five year old.

"Hey could you please grab my lunch for me? I need to go to the washroom. It's kinda urgent." I asked her and waited for her to nod before rushing towards the washroom.

I was happy to find the doors to heaven sooner than expected. I pushed the doors open but before I could get myself in an arm snaked over my waist and pulled me aside. I began to panic and started screaming and thrashing around. It merely lasted a few seconds before the arm digged into my waist and another went over to my mouth.

"Damn she's feisty. This bitch will make me come before I even get into her pants." The voice of my attacker sounded strangely familiar as strong arms dragged me over to an empty classroom. I looked up just in time to see manicured hands clearing the teacher's table to help my attacker prop me up against the table.

"Hold it Dave. Both of you can have a taste of her, well more than a taste of her. Use her till she's just a crying mess at my feet. She's at your disposal. I want her crying and begging for my mercy. I've heard that she's a virgin, ain't that just convenient for you two?" An evil laugh ensued her words. Lana.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that she would do such an evil thing. Sure she had previously thrown a bucket of dirty water down me when I had gone to the washroom, burnt my Algebra note, written nasty words on my locker with permanent marker, made me buy her lunch too often... Those were the usual bully stuff. But this? This was going way overboard.

I bit down hard on the arm covering my mouth. If I were to go down I refused to go down without a fight! "HELP! SOMEONE HEL-" "This bitch!" A hard slap landed on my left cheek and the taste of blood spread across my tongue. "Keep your voice down or you're not gonna like what happens next!" Dan said causing me to shiver in one of the most unpleasant ways.

"When we saw you yesterday in that tight little dress we almost lost it. We never knew that you had such huge breasts. What is it eh, a C-cup? D-cup? Man why do you always wear that goddamn sweater, we've missed out on a great eye-candy." The other boy literally drooled as he opened my sweater and grabbed my boobs. This felt so wrong in so many different ways.

It didn't feel like when either Regina or Samantha touched me. When they touched me or teased me I felt loved, but this right here made me sick to my stomach.

I looked over towards Lana and saw her fuming in jealousy. Seriously? Was this all happening to me because of her stupid ego?! "Lana, please. Just let go of me. I don't understand why you would do this to me, but if you let go of me now I'll never speak of this to anyone else. I promise" I all but plead her.

"Oh how I hate you for this. You are always the angel huh? Always so forgiving. You've got all the boys drooling over you since yesterday. I know who you are. You're just a dick-sucking, attention-seeking hoe. Nothing more and nothing less. This is so that you never forget your place." She slammed her hand on the desk, her face red with anger. Was she really talking about me? Or her?

Dave's hand quickly unbuttoned the top two buttons but I started thrashing around again so he couldn't do much. "Shit Martin, hold this bitch down man. We'll all be screwed if this gets out. And cover her mouth good or you could always plug that hole with your dick. I'm sure that she'll be more than happy to have a taste of that popsicle." A slap landed again, this time on my right cheek. It wasn't as hard as the one before, but it hurt nonetheless. The sting felt a hundred times worse because of the knowledge of what was to come.

"I love how she flinches just before the slap lands. Fuck she's driving me crazy man. Quick" Martin's hands had me pinned down on the table and my mouth was well covered now. Apart from the occasionally muffled sobs and loose tears, nothing else left me.

Leaving my skirt in place my panties were pulled down. Dave had already taken his cock out which was hard by now, precum leaking from his slit all the while Lana watched. I closed my eyes. This was it right? I was going to get raped in broad daylight. I was going to loose my virginity.

I felt the his hand sliding up my inner thigh and tasted bile within my mouth. Sooner or later I was going to vomit.

Regina's or Samantha's touches never felt this repulsive even though mostly it was non-consenual too. Only if they were here. Regina was a college Taekwondo champion, this was nothing for her. She could easily take down these three. Even if it was Samantha she could've stopped all of this from happening as a student council president and also had the power to punish these bastards.

How lucky for them and how unlucky for me. Sigh. Suddenly the door to the classroom flew open with a loud bang. "What's going on here?" The raging fire within her eyes made Martin's hands go loose. I gasped for air like a fish out of sea.

"Stay away from her before I chop off your tiny little pencil-dicks!" Her voice was as cold as ice. Freezing the whole classroom within seconds.