Let Tomorrow Come (final)

Chapter 11.

I defended my diploma, which I am very happy about. Here comes the end of the school year. We received our diplomas, took a group photo. My classmates are going to celebrate this event, but I don't care. I don't see the point in such celebrations. This is just a step into a new life. I need to go home. Home... Where is my home now? Do I have one? I go to collect my things and portfolio. I go up. I see that the door is ajar. It's strange. I freeze and listen, but everything is quiet. Maybe I didn't close it properly when I left. In the end I left the window open. I like it when the room is fresh. Nevertheless, I take out my phone just in case and prepare to call Peter, if anything will happen. We agreed. I open the door and go in. The window is closed.

"But I didn't close it," I thought.

The door closes behind me, the lock clicks.

"Do you want to talk?"

I turn around and find myself face to face with Glenn. I reflexively press something on my phone. But then he pulls me close and starts kissing me. Drool runs down my mouth, it gets wet. It's so disgusting. With one hand he rips off my graduation hat, with the other he starts pressing my head to his. I try to wriggle away, but he squeezes my hair, and it hurts. The phone falls out of my hands.

"Enough... Give me her phone, Glenn!" A low female voice is heard.

He stops smearing drool all over me and pushes me away. I lose my balance from surprise and fall.

"Damn, that hurts."

I yelp, but then I feel a foot on my back. "Shut up," Glenn hisses, leaning close to my ear, "or you'll regret this right now. I won't forgive you for making fun of me."

"Stop it. Now's not the time!" Linda says, "It's a nice phone. Now let's call your brother. Hmm..."

She scrolls through her contact lists, which I don't seem to have many of.

"I don't think your precious brother is here. Very interesting. Okay, let's dial his number. I still remember it..."

"No need..."

I can hardly lift my head. I should get up and take my phone, but Glenn's leg is still preventing me from getting up.

"He's not answering... What a pity. Well, he won't even help you. I'll go and wait downstairs. Look, don't overdo it. It's too early. We'll have time to have fun with her a little later, when our sissy comes to her senses and is able to watch what happens to this shorty."

With these words, Linda gets up, opens the door and leaves us alone. Glenn still doesn't let go of me.

"Listen carefully, baby. Of course, you can scream as much as you want, but then I'll throw you out of the window. It's not very high up here, which means you won't die, but you'll definitely break something. Then I'll say that you just fell out of carelessness, and I didn't have time to catch you. And they'll believe me. After all, I'm a modest, inconspicuous boy with whom you communicate well. So think before you open your mouth."

He finally removes his leg from my back. I slowly lean on my hands and sit on my knees. During this time, he manages to close the door again. Then he grabs my hair and hisses through his teeth:

"Get up faster."

Through the pain, I somehow rise.

Look, it's not that hard, and now take off your robe... Blouse... Bra. Oh yeah. I should have gotten your useless little body last time."

With these words, he pushes me onto the bed and falls on top of me. And again he starts to stick his tongue into my mouth, and he twists my nipples. He doesn't care at all about my pain. He's thin, and I can throw him off me, but I'm afraid that he'll hurt me, so I endure it. It's useless to talk to a maniac.

"I think I'm aroused," he notes with satisfaction, "it's a pity that I can't take you here and now."

My breasts are unbearably sore, he spanks them, clearly enjoying the process. I close my eyes and try to think of something positive, but for some reason it doesn't work. After a couple of minutes, he finally stops making fun of me.

"Do you have red lipstick?" He asks before leaving.

I point to the table. He opens the drawer.

"This one? See you later, remember that, bitch. I'll make you pay in full for not agreeing to be with me. And I really like you."

Left alone, I lay there, naked to the waist, looking at the ceiling. Tears flowed by themselves. I was too nervous. I didn't even have the strength to cover myself. I lay there like that for half an hour. Then I finally tried to get up. I wanted to call Jack, but then I changed my mind.

"John, you're probably sitting next to your father. How I wish you would hug me to your broad chest now, and I would cry for so long until I cried out all my sadness. But I have to live my life. After all, we are not related and even in status we are not suitable for each other now..."

I wiped my tears, stood up, put on my travel clothes, packed my suitcases and a folder with drawings, and called Peter:

"Will you take me home? You're my friend. I'm sorry I'm asking you this."

Two hours later, we were driving along the highway, soothing music playing in Mr. Wilson's car.

"Did something terrible happen that you don't want to talk about?"

I just nodded.

"It will pass."

He patted my head. I turned away and began to look out the window until I fell asleep.

***

A week has passed. It was time to leave home and go to London for the entrance exams. I pretended that nothing had happened. Jack and Aela were planning to go and buy something special for the wedding. They always felt like something was missing. And it was no surprise. They were more in love than ever.At the same time, they decided to keep me company.

"Are you coming?"

"Of course."

I grabbed my backpack and put all the essentials in it.

"New shoes on the shoe rack below."

"Of course, you shouldn't have, but thank you."

The shoes are really beautiful. Dark green, polished, with a small heel. I really liked them.

"Anything my princess wishes. You've been so moody lately. I hope you're okay?" Jack asked worriedly.

"Yes, just a little nervous," I lied.

This time we decided to go by train and left the car at home. It was more convenient. We planned to stay in a hotel for a couple of days. The train would arrive in London in the evening. And we planned to return home after the entrance exams. I looked out the window almost without stopping, thinking that soon we would all see each other even less often, and then stop altogether. I saw myself working somewhere in a small workshop, and in the evenings relaxing in a small apartment with a hammock, wrapped in a blanket and falling asleep in it.