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How could I let myself do this? I need to stop. The one day he lets me out and I'm already messing up.

"No, stop," I struggled out of his grasp. He was a stranger. My pleads were denied as my hands were still pinned over my head. I was too weak to do anything. It's like my bones gave up completely. The alcohol took control.

I tried calling out but who would hear me? Even upstairs in a closed bedroom I could hear the music. The music did faint away as I felt like slowly passing out. No movement. Only him on top of me and I gave up. My vision blurred away until I saw and hear nothing.

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"How could you be so stupid! I let you out and you decide to go fuck up? You will never go out anymore! Actually, you deserved it. Never tell me I didn't do anything for you. I tried protecting you from this but you insisted so much and this happened to you!" I had just opened my eyes and heard this. My head was pounding. I felt a kick in my stomach and I curled up. I was defiantly home. My cheeks become stained with tears.

"Enough!" I heard Maria yell. My dad mumbled and stormed away. "Sweetie, are you ok?" she asked sitting next to me.

"I wanna go to my room.," I requested. My eyes were closed but the uncomfortableness made me believe I was on the couch. The couch rose back up as she got up and arms picked me up. This was Nick. I was gently placed on my bed and had blankets over me. "What happened?" I asked. He let out a deep sigh and sat down.

"I found you passed out on some bed and I carried you home," he answered.

"Nick, you didn't have to do that. I mean, carrying me. That must have been so much work," I groaned.

"It was nothing. You are super light, it's worrying. But, we're not having this discussion now. Get some sleep," he said getting up. He gave me a small kiss on the head and left. Zero thoughts. If I had thoughts I over think. I closed my eyes and let sleep consume me.

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"Lexie, wake up," Nick softly nudged me. I groaned and rolled over. I was still so tired. My legs were dangled on the edge of the bed and I sat up straight.

"I'm up," I mumbled. He left and I stood up. My room looked like a mess for once. There were pills and a glass of water on my nightstand. I swallowed them down and got up. My uniform was set on my desk chair. One arm first then the second. Each button went up slowly. I wanted to try something different. My skirt usually had tights under them to hide my legs but today was an exception. I don't know why but I just pulled it up and let my legs show. There was nothing wrong but I was so insecure.

The school chose uniforms that were revealing. The skirt wasn't an appropriate length yet girls still found ways to slut it up a bit more. I tied my hair back, letting my bangs fall freely and did some simple eyeliner. After that I was ready. I walked downstairs and saw my dad impatiently waiting like always.

We walked out and arrived to school a bit later. Once I stepped foot inside the building all eyes turned on me. What was going on? It was quieter as people started mumbling and whispering. I know it wasn't my change in look. As I walked further, the more people talked. Something was wrong.

"Hey Alex, why don't we have a little bit of fun?" some random guy came up to me and smirked. I pushed him and continued heading to class. Before I could enter the door in front of me I was pushed against a locker.

"If you wanna get with anyone, you should have came to me," the guy smirked. He started getting touchy and I tried to push him off. I had my eyes closed shut and only heard a slam in the lockers. I slowly opened them and saw Mr. Sykes pinning the guy against a locker.

"How about, you leave her alone and never touch her like that again," he said in the guys face. The guy seemed scared and nodded. Mr. Sykes unpinned him and the guy ran away. Luckily no one was in this hallway to see that. He looked and me and led me to his classroom. He closed the door behind me and I just stood there shocked. "What happened?" he asked sitting on a desk. I looked up at him and saw worry in his eyes.

"I don't know. He's the second guy to approach me like that today," I said scared. He stood up and came closer to me. Before I knew it, his arms were wrapped around me. "I think I know," I mumbled after a few seconds. We let go and he looked down at me. I grabbed my phone and logged into Facebook. He looked at my phone as well and there it was. My hands were shaking and I clicked on the video.

I was on top of him. Obviously drunk. I was getting touchy with him and he flipped me over. You could hear me giggle and he kept going. "No, stop," I demanded. You could see me struggling for a few seconds then the guy smirked and continued. He was taking off my shirt and I was laying there, motionless.

The video paused and the teacher took it out of my hands. I was crying. How did I not know he was recording. I was the one that went along with him knowing what would happen before I wanted it to stop. Mr. Sykes cupped my cheeks and wiped my tears away.

We made eye contact and he started leaning in closer. This wasn't a good time, but there would never be a good time for this.

Our lips connected and there I was, kissing my English teacher.










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