My eyes widen in shock as he forcefully steps forward, pushing me back. His eyes cloudy with lust and greed just like our first proper encounter a week or two back. I am not sure they were ever clear. I stumble backwards and into my room as he closes the door behind him. Fuck. Thoughts haze my mind and I drift in and out of conciousness, the only thing I hear is Hunters distant chuckling.
Before I know it, he's on top of me, kissing down my jawline. I try to move but it's no use, he has me pinned down with his hips against mine. He stops kissing me and begins to fiddle with the hem of my shirt like I'd been a few minutes ago. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this Fredda babe. I want you so bad." He says, his eyes travelling up and down my body intentively. How could I ever have trusted him after that night? Let him hang around me and Ty. Seriously I'm a fucking dumbass blonde sometimes.
He tugs my shirt off, grinding my hips to make me surrender. I grunt at him, trying not to show weakness but he just becomes even more turned on, biting his lip and shaking his head. I begin to scream but before I realise that I can't be heard over the pounding speakers, he uses my own shirt to gag me and whips off his belt to tie me to my bed. He hops off me for a moment to examine his masterpiece and by now I'm done, given up. He takes off his shirt and pants and if I weren't being raped right now, I would say he's got a great body. He lowers himself on to me and begins to rub my boobs, viciously. He sucks at my neck and lowers his kisses to my cleavage. Ripping my bra off, he also takes off his calvin kleins, revealing his manhood to the world. I gulp at the sight. Is he really going to try and shove that in me. Oh my fucking god.
He begins to pull down my underwear, silently smirking to himself. "Now, I'm gonna ungag you now baby, but there's no use screaming over your fantastic sound system." I feel a tear roll down my cheek as he removes my shirt from my mouth. Where is everybody? Where's Ty? Fully exposed to Hunter he sits up on his knees and begins to instructs me what to do.
Tys POV.
What the fuck? Where'd she run off to? I scan the room, cursing at myself for letting her get this drunk. I should know how wierd she gets after last time. I jump dowb fron the couch and follow the directiin she ran into the hall.
Skimming my eyes over the scene, I notice a particular face from the corner of my eye. Brotherly instincts kick in as I stomp towards where Sammie had surrounded herself with year 12s. I pushed through them and grabbed Sammies wrist. " What the fuck? I thought you were in your room?" Her eyes grow at my harsh tone and she seems to shrink under my grip. I release her and a smug look plays on her features. "I thought you were watching movies." she states calmly.
I feel a hand on my shoulder and whip around to see some guy, maybe from my english class, the only class I bother to show up to. "Hey, take it easy bro." I tense and fully twist around to face him, using my height to intimidate him. "Fuck off." I spit in his face before yanking Sammie off by the wrist. "What the hell? Let go you asshole." she screams, attracting attention to us as we climb the staircase. "Why? You shouldn't be down here."
"Well you shouldn't be throwing a party so I guess we are both in the wrong." I stop outside her bedroom, her eyes looking up at me like ice cold pools. I see the resemblance to Fredda in her features. Her small nose and full lips that are red as roses. "Just promise me you won't talk to any of the older boys here? You're too good for them all." I say light heartedly, but I mean it truly. I couldn't bear for her to grow up mistreated by some douchebag. She smiles shyly at the ground and I embrace her in a bear hug before saying goodbye and watching her close her door.
I stroll towards the staircase to continue my hunt for Fredda. A piercing scream shocks me still, frozen. Is that? I sprint in the direction of the noise and don't stop at nothing as I tear the door down. My eyes begin to water at the sight of Fredda laying helpless underneath that prick.
A/N so. this was a bit intense I'm sorry. I am not very old so it wasn't written very well haha anywhoo hope you like it xxx
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Teen FictionI let him take me by the wrist and haul me up the stairs. I can just picture the smirk on his face right now as I am left with a view of the back of his head. I get many sympathetic looks from girls along the corridor and watch them start to whisper...
