Storytime

Chapter 9~Josie

Laughter echoes in my ears as the books pour out of my bag. When I reach to put them back where they belong, I feel a hand brush across my bottom. I flinch, rearing upwards and hitting the culprit straight in the face with one of my books. I hear them laugh and as my eyes fix on their bleeding nose, I stagger backwards in shock.
"Ben? What the fuck?!"
"Oh, come on sweet cheeks. It's just a bit of fun." The sickest thing is this is what I used to consider fun...
"What the hell?! This is what you consider fun?!"
"Hell yeah!" He walks up to me and stands only a few centimetres in front of my face.
"Meet me by the lockers in 10 minutes." He whispers. His breath is littered with the smell of Nicotine and alcohol. By the way his body swayed as he walked away and the staining down his shirt, I knew he had been out late and I knew every word he said was because of the hangover. His friends trail behind him like simpletons, their smiles goofy. I roll my eyes and walk ahead to my locker.

"I.. Illeya?"
"Who the hell are you?" I say, looking down at the boy that just reaches my shoulders.
"I,er... My names Charlie. Don't you remember?"
"Oh right. Yeah. Science project right?"
"Y... Yeah." I look down at him and a pang of guilt erupts inside of me.
"Charlie, what happened to your nose?"
"Oh... Er... It was, er, Josie's minions."
"Lemme guess. Those boys? Ginger hair?"
"Er, yeah."
"Hold on a moment. Did you say Josie?"
"Y-Yeah."
"Where is she?!"
"I-In art."
"Great, thanks Charlie!" I slam my locker door closed and rush off down the corridors towards art.

A hand grabs me and pulls me into an old, unused science room. Breath littered with the stench of nicotine strong brushes across my cheeks as a face appears beside mine.
"Well hello sweet cheeks." He spins me round to face him and grins.
"Ben."
"You didn't come."
"I had something to do."
"I don't bite." He reaches for my hand but I pull away.
"Oh come on, sweet cheeks. Why don't we have a bit of fun?"
"With your type of fun, I don't think so." He grabs my arm and pulls me into him before I can walk away.
"No ones watching." His voice is sinister. I shiver.
"Ben, you're drunk." I say, trying to stop my voice from shaking. My body trembles as his grip tightens and his lips brush past my neck.
"So what? I may well be but why does that have to change my feelings?"
"Get off me." As I try to tear away from him, he pulls me back viciously and covers my mouth to silence the whimpering.
"Stop trying to escape, sweet cheeks. I thought you liked this."
"I'm not that person anymore."
"You never were that person. But, there's always time to change that."
"No, Ben, there's not. I'm fine the way I am. So, please, let me go."
"I don't think so, sweet cheeks." Once again, I find myself facing him as a smirk of evil intention appears on his lips.
"Please, Ben. You're drunk you-you don't mean any of this."
"Oh, I think you'll find I mean it all." My chest tightens as he moves his face inches away from mine. His body looms over mine and I am afraid, entangled in the cobweb of his power. He is a predator and I am his prey and there is no way to escape from his clutches.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

He throws me down onto one of the desks, smashing a couple of the test tubes. Kisses are planted down my neck and on my reluctant lips. I try to roll out from under him but he holds my wrists and restrains me from making any forms of escape. The moments when he seems induced by me are the ones that scare me the most and I wait in silent fear of what I know will soon to be come.
As more kisses are planted along my neck and shoulders, I close my eyes. If this goes too far, I don't want to watch my defences fall. I don't want to watch myself become weak, become subjected to his wrath.
But the door bursts open. Ben looks up in alarm but I can still see nothing. However much I move my head, nothing comes into view. All I hear is a defiant, strong voice. It sounds like mine before I was put here.
"Ben, get the fuck off of her! I told you, you can't keep doing this. Go to the canteen, get some water before you hurt anyone else. GO!" They yell at him. He snarls, kisses me behind the ear and sprints out of the room. I'm left lying on the desk, defenceless, weak and with tears pouring out of my eyes.