Hopelessy Devoted

Chapter Three: Homecoming

I haven't ran in two whole weeks- not at night anyway- and especially not down my road. That night scared me when I saw the figure in the window, but I haven't spoke a word of it to anyone! Who would believe me? In my mornings I will drive down the road away from the house amd go the long way to school. Going home from school, I do the exact same thing. When I'm in my room, my blinds are shut so I don't notice if the light is on or not. When leaving my property, I never look in the houses direction because I start to shake with fear and stand frozen in my place. That damn house is the scariest thing I've ever encountered in my life!

Tonight is homecoming, which means a big party, which means I can sleep over at Tara's house and not have to think about that damn house. And by some odd miracle, if you can call it that, I am up for Homecoming Queen! I'm excited, but not at the same time. Zach has done nothing but decide what I should wear, where I should go after the game, and what we should do. I'll tell you one thing I'm not doing- I'm NOT drinking! Kids are stupid to drink and drive. I won't do it! I won't!

As I put on my homecoming dress, I try not to think about the house outside my property. Was I imagining it? Was I losing my mind? Going to my window, I bravely pull the blinds up. The light isn't on. The figure isn't there. Sighing out of relief, I come to the conclusion that I was simply stressed because of school and that's why I saw the light on. It was all in my head.

With my long blonde hair in a high ponytail and a small braid coming from it, I look in the mirror and a smile comes to my face. I never look pretty. I never dress up like this. Huh, I am nervous about tonight, but more so excited.

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The Game is over and our team won 20-8. Waiting by the field gate, Zach comes running up and hops the fence, kissing me as he climbs over. He's all sweaty as he puts his fake crown on his head and wraps an arm around my waist, getting a bit if mud on my nice dress.

"Well babe, we did it! We are King and Queen of the school. Let us reign over our subjects at David's party!" He kisses me again and I feel stupid.

"I actually told Tara I would go to her house with some others and watch movies."

"Forget about that Dyke- we're going to Jimmy's at the quarry. Come on." He tugs on me and we head to his truck. Getting behind the wheel, Zach forces me to sit in the passanger seat as he drives us to the quarry, which isn't too far from my road. As he drives, his hand makes its way to my lap. He's never touched me like this before and all I can say is it is more awkward than listening to the health teacher talk about sex.
Arriving at the quarry, a huge bonfire is going and kids are already drinking and swimming- not a smart combination if you ask me. Getting out of the truck, we go to the fire and Zach grabs some booze. He takes a big swig and then smashes his lips to mine forcing me to swallow what was in his mouth. The alcohol burns my throat and the taste is terrible.

As the night carries on, I feel the urge to go. I don't want to be here and Zach is already through a bottle of peach Schnapps. Coming over to me, he kisses me again and then leads me down a wooded trail. His grip on my wrist is bone crushing and his gait is wobbled- but he trudges on until we get to a shack. No. It's the neighbor's house. The abandoned house that has been haunting me. I pull against Zach, but his grip and weight has a tight grip on me. Pulling his phone out, Zach uses it as a light as he enters the home and tugs me up the creaky stairs. The clock on his phone says 12:30. Angst pools in my chest and soon, he tosses me on a bed and is over top of me. Kissing me, he has my hands pinned down and all I can feel is the stabbing of his penis against my stomach.

"Zach, I don't wanna do this.... Please can we just go..."

"Stop being such a loser. We've been dating for four weeks- this is the perfect time to show how much we love each other." He unbuckles his pants and pulls my dress up. I wriggle underneath him and feel my underwear come down my legs. As I fear for my life in this house, the fear from this guy is worse. He doesn't even wait or give me a warning. In a matter of seconds I feel a sharp pinch as he shoves his short beefy member into me and I scream out in pain. I plead for him to stop and he just keeps going, the pain becoming worse than anything else. He drunkenly phlales against me and as the pain worsens, it sudden stops and I feel weird. Pulling out of me, I hear a little bubblish pop and suddenly a wetness running down my sex between my cheeks. He came inside me. He hurt me.

"That was great. Clean yourself up...you can walk home from here right? Love you." He kisses my lips and walks out- leaving me in this dark creepy house. Grabbing my phone from my clutch, I notice the time is 12:40. Standing up, I wobble a bit because my legs hurt so bad. Everything hurts so bad. I pull my underwear up and my dress down and leave the house. I walk home in the moonlight and feel humiliated and hurt. Turning around, I see the light on in the house amd a figure in the window.

Thanks for the help...

Entering my house the clock turns to 1:00 and the light goes out.

Thanks for protecting me...I wish you would have stopped him...