The thought of a swirly and a dumpster dive didn't seem to bad given the circumstances, that is until I smelled the boys bathroom it smelled of urine and Poop but like the worst smelling urine and poop imaginable. I have never had a swirly in the boys bathroom it has always been the girls so the smell was always manageable. We started walking to the last stall in the bathroom him half carrying me half shoving me "This last stall is my personal favorite to use after lunch he tells me and I almost barf right then and there.
He slams open the stall door and shoves me in I hurry up and take off my glasses not wanting them to be lost in all of this it would be the third pair this month. Before I have enough time to try and convince him not to do it he has already hoisted me upside down. He shoves my head into the toilet water, not expecting it I accidentally snort some in my nose. He flushes the toilet giving me some time to breathe but all to soon the toilet fills up with water again and this process repeats itself about three more times before he drops me while my head is still in the toilet.
I sit there for a minute gasping for air and coughing trying to get the water from my nose out, "Now next on the agenda" he says hoisting me from the floor by my arm and dragging me outside.
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He stops us in front of the big green trash can outside of the back doors to the cafeteria. "Now the fantastic part about this is the trash only comes once a week and it comes tomorrow so this trash has been baking in the sun all week it will be nice and ripe for you" he tells me with the same evil smirk planted on his face "But first take off your shirt" I look at him as if he has grown two heads.
"I said take off your shirt" he tells me taking a step closer to me clenching his fists, "W-why" I stutter out.
"How are you getting home Addy?" he asks me like i'm a two year old, then it hits me My mom takes me to school every morning and I walk home every afternoon. He is trying to extend my humiliation by trying to make me walk home without a shirt. But how does he know that I walk home? "I could always resort to knocking the crap out of you" he tells me in a matter of fact tone, and I wouldn't put it beneath him, I slowly pull off my shirt not wanting to explain to my mom why I have a black eye.
"Huh" he says more to himself than me, I look at him waiting for him to elaborate on that "Huh".
"Your boobs are smaller than I thought" he says and starts laughing like the asshole he is.
He walks over to me and picks up my shirt from off the ground and tucks it into his back pocket and picks me up bridal style and chunks me into the dumpster like i'm just another trash bag.
He slams the lid closed and I hear him walking away whistling, and he wasn't kidding when he said that the trash had been fermenting in here, the smell is absolutely putrid.
As soon as he walks away I push the lid of the dumpster open to let fresh air in but I don't get out of it for fear of someone seeing me.
I sit for a minute contemplating on how the heck i'm gonna get out of here without flashing my bra to my whole neighborhood. I better think fast too because school lets out in less than an hour. Then I hear my phone ding in my pocket and I sigh in relief "oh thank goodness" I mutter to my self because my phone somehow didn't get lost in all of the upside down swirly's and the dumpster toss.
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Whispers Of A Lover
RomanceAddy's life is far from adventurous she is, what most people would consider, a typical nerd. The most far-fetched thing in her life that has occurred is the death of her father; even that happened a long time ago. However, at the beginning of her ju...
