The First & Last Summer

Chapter 8

"August - please I don't want to today.." I mumbled as he kissed down my neck. It had been a month since he started doing what he was. No matter how I asked and what I did he didn't stop. In school he made it a point to talk to me. He would find me anywhere. I was sitting eating lunch with my friends when he gripped the back of my neck and told me to behave.

He then said hi and started talking to my friends. Anytime they asked me something he would squeeze my neck so I would respond carefully. At dinners or hangouts he would squeeze my thigh or upper arms when I wasn't focused on him enough. Then he would take me to his room and have me do things. Usually on him, he started making me use my mouth.

He was rubbing up and down in between my thighs. "Just let me make you feel good." He grumbled as he bit my neck. "Ow-!" I cried out softly. He gripped on my thighs harder. "Please august- I really don't want to.." I whimpered. "Why are you making this such a big fucking deal?" He asked leaning back. "I just - I just really don't want to.." I explained quietly. "I'm trying to make you fucking feel good and you don't want to? Does that make any fucking sense?" He asked shoving me off.

I landed on the floor on my ass and hands and I whimpered. "You're always doing this shit bro." He sighed. I looked down and begun to cry. "Stop fucking crying, I didn't even do anything." He stood up and yanked me up with him. I was so weak to men, so so weak. Even if I did want to fight, I knew what could come out of that. He shoved me onto the bed.

Knee between my legs. I shook my head softly, "please.." I whimpered quietly. He leaned up humming. "Fine, I won't finger you. We can fuck instead." He nodded. "I don't — I'm a virgin - I don't" he covered my mouth. "That doesn't matter, you'll calm down once we do." He explained. I shook my head quickly. He began to undo my pants and my body reacted.

I started flailing around and crying. I screamed under his hand and pushed at him. "Stop fucking moving." He growled sitting on my legs. He grabbed both of my other hands and shoved them down above my head. He slid a hand into my underwear causing a sob to leave my mouth. "Just calm down, you'll feel good." He laughed as he licked his fingers and slid his hands into my pants.

He rubbed around and I screamed under his hand. I knees into his ass trying to move him. He pressed down on this ball of nerves making my body jerk. I shook my head wildly. I was scared. Really scared. The door banged open and Lukariah stared down. His eyes wide fed as he looked between us too. I stared at him before screaming under august hand again. "What the FUCK are you doing?" He growled out.

"Chill chill chill !! We're just having some rough fun!" August lied shooting up. I jumped up and sobbed harshly, I slid off the bed falling again. "Tell him, Taraji." He called. "We were just having fun, right?" He asked. I stared at him then Luka. His chest was heaving. He looked at me "Tara, you can tell me ANYTHING." He explained. "And if you tell me he put his fucking hands on you and you didn't want it.." he paused.

He took a deep deep breath. He opened his hazel eyes, they stared straight through my soul. "He will never fucking touch you nor see you again, do you hear me?" He asked. I nodded. "Taraji." August started. "Did. You. Want. It?" He asked. I sobbed and shook my head no. "No." I sobbed. "TARAJI!-" august yelled but he didn't get far before Luka was on him. If I had ever seen someone fly it would have been then with Lukariah.

He began punching the absolute life out of august. And I was satisfied. Once he had bloodied the fucker to silence he looked at me. "Go call my mom, tell her she's got 15 minutes to get here before I kill this motherfucker." He growled. I nodded and left, I shut the door so he could have extra time. I began calling emily,

"Yes?" She asked cheerily. "Uhm.. Lukariah said uhm. You have 15 minutes to come home before he kills august.." I cried into the phone. "What?! Taraji? What happened?" She asked hurriedly. There was some shuffling on her end. I explained what happened not so calmly and she let out a sigh. "I-I'm sorry if I did something wrong-wrong-" I sobbed shakily.

"No no! We'll talk when I get home, I'm three minutes out." She promised. I hung up and sat in front of the door hugging myself. I sobbed quietly. This is all my fault.

Emily was forced to pry Luka off of a completely knocked out, bloodied august. Luka's fists were bloodied. Emily pushed Luka out the room and shut the door. "When he wakes up, you and your dad will take him on your daily "walk" understand?" Emily asked. I looked between the two. Luka nodded before grabbing my arm and tugging me to his room. He shut the door and locked it.

"I'm so-so sorry - you got hurt and I-" Luka grabbed my face. "Stop." He shook his head. I sobbed quietly and looked up at him, "it's not your fault." He promised. His eyebrows creased. His hazel eyes searched mine and I sobbed softly. I hugged onto him hiding in his neck. He rubbed my back softly before wrapping his arms around me. I sobbed into his neck quietly. I was so scared.

Luka held me, he held me until his dad came home, he held me when I had to explain to John what happened, he held me when I started crying again, and he held me up until he left. "I'm sorry this happened to you. We didn't know august was so — disgusting." Emily stated as she handed me some coca. I sniffled quietly. "I don't know why I didn't say anything. I was so so so stupid." I hicced. "No, Tara. A predator took advantage of you. And he scared and intimidated you." She explained.

"You're not stupid. The only thing you should be right now is upset." She explained. I nodded as I took another sip. I finished the cocoa and washed the dishes in the sink. I went upstairs and into Lukas room. He had a navy, grey, and white theme. Navy sheets with a king sized bed. He had black drawers and white walls. He had a bathroom with navy carpets and a white shower cover. I shimmed out of my jeans and baggy tee shirt. I slipped off my bra and panties before putting them in a pile by the door.

I went into the bathroom and ran a hot hot shower. I scrubbed, and scrubbed, and gripped, and pinched, and scrubbed some more. I hated this. How dirty he had made me feel. How another man had taken advantage of me. I rubbed my tears away from my face and stared upwards. The only thing you should be, is upset. I broke down again. I was allowed to be fucking upset. To be furious. To cry. To want to get upset.

Once I had — felt and — not yet dealt but was dealing with feelings I got out the shower. I dried off and looked at Luka's sink. There was a photo of us as kids sitting on his sink. I smiled softly before I grabbed his cologne. While I cried it's what comforted me. I dabbed some on my wrists and neck, I slid my wrists between my cleavage and shivered.

I came out of the bathroom peaking around, he wasn't back. I went to his closet and took a hoodie, I slid it over me. It was baggy enough that it went mid thigh. I went over to his bed and shimmed under the covers. I pulled his hoodie up and nuzzled my nose into his pillow. It was his smell. And it made me feel safe.