𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟓 || 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧

CHAPTER 59: 𓆩⟡𓆪

CW: Sexual assault

It's better if I just leave and never show my face.

Nobody at school would notice.

My mam wouldn't notice.

Who would care?

I stomp my feet on the pavement beneath me. I don't know where I'm going. I just know that I am.

The weather is almost suffocating. Or maybe it's just the overwhelming weight of my tears and the burden I am deep in my chest.

I sniffle and wipe some of my face on my sleeve. I'm everything but beautiful. I'm everything but sweet. There's so much poison inside of me.

But maybe, maybe we're born with the sin.

Maybe I was meant to be like this from the start.

Evil and fucked up. Ugly and bitter.

Attracted to girls.

"Ay, what's with the long face?" An older man calls out as he leans against a house, smoking a cigarette.

I make the mistake of glancing at him, and just that quickly, he puts out the smoke by pressing it with his shoe.

And he grabs me, yanking me towards him.

I scream, "Let me the fuck go! Don't touch me, don't fucking touch me!"

"Yer a pretty lil' Tommen girl," He growls, grabbing a handle of my rear. I shiver and recoil.

He pushes his face into his hair, inhaling me. I smell booze and the faint scent of Old Spice on his skin.

I fight against his body, my tears making it hard to see clearly. "Let me the FUCK GO!" I cry.

His fingernails dig into my waist as he inhales me once again. I whimper in pain before kneeing him right in the dick.

"Fuck!" He shouts and I manage to pull out of his grip. "You fuckin' cunt!"

I drop my backpack and start to run away. I don't need the extra weight on me.

I'm sobbing as I wrap my arms around myself, my fingers trembling against my own skin.

I can still feel him touching me.

I can still smell him on me.

My shoes slip as bile rises in my throat, but I don't stop running. I don't ever stop.

"Get back here, you fucking bitch!"

I start to cough and choke, bits of my spit and lunch falling from my lips. The pop I drank earlier does little to help.

I look behind me and see him running towards me, my breath hitching.

I don't see a crosswalk nearby but I cross the street anyway. Some cars beep their horns at me as they press hard on their breaks.

I'm almost completely across when I turn my head and see a bright flash of light. The truck doesn't sto-