Different

Ch . 5

It was Jacob. "Oh hey," I Say, moving the hair out of my eyes.

"Why are you in such a rush?" He asks me. I shrug. Obviously I wasn't gonna tell him. Then what?

"I um, I thought I was gonna be late" I lied.

"Well you still have about five minutes." He says, he links his arm with mine. "Let me walk you to class." We start walking. He starts talking and I smile and nod as if I was paying attention. I really wasn't though. I was too busy paying attention to Chres as he walks down the hall; eating skittles as he, ray, Craig and Daniel talk. We go up to them. "Aye!" They dap like they didn't just see each other in the cafeteria 15 minutes ago. "Nun just taking her to class."

"Word?" Chres says. I could feel him eyeing me. I blush.

"Yup." Jacob says. I glanced at him and he was smiling.

"Oh Iight." Chres says.

"See y'all later." Jacob says. We start walking down the hallway once again.

"Bye." Chres mumbles. Jacob continues walking me to class and once we get there I stand there awkwardly.

"Well um... we here." Jacob says. I slide my hands in my pockets. He leans down and pecks my forehead. Bastard. I fake smile and walk into the class, siting in the back like I do every class. I put my head down, thinking about my life.

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"Aaliyah!" Mr Johnson semi-yells. I jump. Oh no.

"Huh?" I say, walking towards him. He waves me over.

"Come here, I wanna talk to you about your grades." He says, I could tell he's lying, but I do anyway. I walk Into the classroom-hesitant. "Sit down." He closes and locks the door.

"Wah-why'd you lock the door?" I ask. He chuckles. He slowly walks over towards me.

"Aaliyah, I love you. And I wanna show you how much." He whispers, leaning close. "How much I love you." I could smell the alcohol in his breath. Chills get sent down my spine.

"What? What's going on?" I ask, standing up and backing away. He walks over to me, pulling me by my waist. I try to back away, but his grip is too tight.

"I. Wanna show you. How much. I love you." He says. He presses his lips against mine, holding me tight. I struggle, trying to get away. He finally releases his lips form mine. That's when I try my escape. I run towards the front of room, forgetting that he locked the door. Tears pour from my eyes. He runs over. "Enough games!" He yells at me, I sob even more.

"Please" I manage to say. He roughly throws me on the floor, unbuttoning my pants and ripping them off. I scream and holler. "HELP! HELP ME!" He slaps me.

"SHUT UP!" He yells. He rips of my panties and unbuttons his pants, pulling down his boxers and out his d*ck. I scream even more, ignoring his wishes.

"HELP HELP HELP ME!" I scream even louder. He punches me in my face this time. I feel blood pouring down my face. I continue to scream as he rushes his d*ck inside of me. "HELP SOMEONE HELP ME." I scream as loud as I can. I have a loud mouth too. I starts fighting his as he thrusts in and out of me. I punch him in his nose. Tears still pouring from my eyes.

"Ahh!" He screams. His nose starts bleeding as he holds it. I wiggle out of his grasp and backed away, getting up and running over to the window. He runs over to me, we're still naked from the waist down. "GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BITCH_." Right now I go against everything I said about him being cute.

"STOP!" I scream. "HELP HELP!" He snatches my arm, pulling me back. I fell to the ground, losing my breath. I start to cough. "please! Someone help!"

"Shut the f*ck up!" He pushes me in my face again. He kicks me, then picks me up by my throat, pinnig me against a nearby wall. I scratch his hands as he squeezed, wanting air. I remember something... I kick him in the balls. He lets go, holding them as I fall to the floor, gasping for air. I rise to my feet, running towards the window again, getting there long enough to unlock it this time. He runs over, hitting me on the side of my head with a sharp, hard object. I drop to the floor, rolling over and realizing its a stapler. I forgot about the objects in here.

"Please!" I beg. He drops to the floor, shoving his d*ck instead of me, making me scream in pain. He thrusts in and out as I scream. He hits me with the stapler again. More blood prickles, now from my head. I quite down, still begging for mercy inside. He yanks his d*ck out, shoving it in my mouth and making me choke. I cough.

"Suck it!" He yells as me. I begin sucking when I remember something... dumb b*tch. I bit the sh*t out of his d*ck. he screams in pain, yanking it out and holding in. I stand up quickly, running over to my clothes and grabbing them before running over to the window. I look Over my shoulder, watching him as he begins to throw something. A pair of scissors. I duck just in time, picking it up and throwing it back. It lands right on the side of his head. I open the window in a hurry, struggling to get out. I get one leg out before I feel him tugging on my other, causing me to almost fall back into the classroom. I am so glad that his room is on the first floor. I kick him, screaming out the window.

"HELP! HELP ME PLEASE! HE'S TRYING TO KILL ME!" He snatches me back into the classroom. I fall into the classroom. He starts kicking me, punching me, and doing whatever in full force. I fall in and out of Consciousness. He shoves his d*ck inside of me once again. I try to stand up, reaching for the scissors I threw earlier. "Please." I slur. I stab him in the cheek. He hollers in pain. I back up into a wall, I slide up it, it helps me stand up as I grab my clothes from the floor and limping to the window. I climb up, starting to clump out. His hands slides down my leg,scratching me. I yell in pain, as he hand loses grip. I manage to jump out, running all the way to the parking lot. I hide behind the dumpster, pulling on my panties and my pants as I sob from my experience. I finish putting on my clothes , running all the way home.

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"Where you been ah?" My mom asks. " and why you cryin and Berlin a sh*t?" I ignore her question, running upstairs to my room. She runs behind me. "I ASKED YOU A QUESTION." I continue to stay quiet. She comes over to me, grabbing me by hair and yanking me to her mouth as she whispers in my ear. "I asked yo disrespect ass_ a question. Ion know what the fuck_ is wrong with yo ugly ass_, but it ain't got sh*t to do with me." She smacks the hell out of me. I try crying. But I'm all out. She switches her butt out. No more tears.

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