Adopted By Tyler Oakley [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 12: The Flashback, Part 1

Gym was over before I knew it.

It was time for lunch, so I grabbed a five dollar bill out of my front pocket and headed to the room full of noise, spilled milk, and groups of guys screwing around with each other. I walked in the line and my best not to trip or stop while getting my pizza and milk carton. After paying the lunch lady, I headed to find a seat, but they all looked full or just disgusting. There was one seat with a book bag on it, but I didn't want to bother the girl whom the bag belonged to by asking her to move it. I ended up going outside and standing against the brick wall of the school, looking around the area. There was a red maple tree planted into a grassy patch near a side door, appearing bright and promising. I tried to continue surveying my environment by looking at a small group of kids in brown and green jackets quietly talking in a circle, but my focus kept going back to that tree.

It was magnificent. Its trunk was large and straight, branching out in a thousand different directions to branches that were carriers of vibrant leaves. It looked like no one had bothered to cut the branches in years, and it was reflecting the light so freely, so dispersed. I walked over to the tree and leaned against it at first, then favored a sitting position, my knees close to my chest. After eating, I checked my phone. It was 10:48, which meant that there were still 20 minutes left of lunch. I noticed that I got a text from Tyler. It read:

Hope your day has been going well! Remember that I love you and I'm so proud of you adjusting to your new home so quickly:)

Sent 9:53 AM

I smiled and put my phone in my back pocket. After admiring the tree's roots for a minute, I looked forward and saw something that I wish I wouldn't have, couldn't have, shouldn't have.

Someone appeared out of the doors of the school. His book bag was being carried on his left shoulder, and he was wearing a puke green jacket. His jet black hair was combed up, so you could see his entire face. He didn't even look at me, or at least I don't think he did. He walked to his right, or my left, and leaned close to a girl I didn't recognize. She had long, blonde hair and her pink crop top complimented her light blue skinny jeans. She was carrying a dark green journal of some sort and a pink mechanical pencil. She hugged the crutches close to her as the man pinned her right arm to the wall, keeping his hand there. He then used his other hand to support her neck as he roughly kissed her, slowly moving his lips down to her chin and neck. He pushed himself onto her harder, and she seemed to give in to him at this point, bending her knees slightly, closing her eyes, and lifting her chin, giving him more room. He continued to kiss her neck, and started slowly sucking on it. I started to breathe faster and faster, and my face turned completely pale, knowing exactly who that man was.

That was Jonah. He was my first relationship, and it lasted for about 7 months. At first, we were very open about us being together, but then we started meeting in private, needing to be with each other more and more. We started making out, and it felt amazing. I really enjoyed spending time with him, and I thought he enjoyed spending time with me as well.

Then came the day he wanted to go even farther.

We were kissing behind a Taco Bell, using our off-campus lunch pass during school to escape those boring classrooms and strict teachers. We were intensely kissing, pressed up against each other. He then did something I never expected him to do. He pinned me against the back of the wall, running a hand through my hair and kissing me much harder. I went with it. His lips started to trail down to my jawline, then my neck, and then my collarbone, softly kissing at each spot. He stopped there, and pulled back. I made a slight whining noise, loving his kisses. He then put his hands on my waist and slowly moved his hands down until he was just below my white laced shirt. He started to move his hands under my shirt, but I didn't want to go any farther. I quickly took his hands and pushed them out from under my shirt, placing them back on my hips. He then pulled back and gave me a look that was somewhere between angry, upset, and confused.

"What, am I not good enough for you?" Jonah said, harshly grabbing my wrists and looking directly into my eyes.

"Wha- Uh- No, I'm just not ready for that... uh... kind of stuff..." I said hesitantly, feeling scared.

"You're beautiful, and I just want to show you how beautiful you really are. Stop being so safe, girl. You need to chill out sometimes." He then brushed his hands up my arms, cupped my face, and started kissing me again. I pushed him away.

"No, I really don't want to do this."

"Well, I don't think you should be allowed to be so shy about yourself. Just please live a little." Without me being able to control him, he put his hands under my shirt and lifted the fabric over my head in one swift motion. He then grabbed me and pressed me up against the wall, harder, and kept going.

He didn't stop until he was completely done.

I snapped out of my flashback and looked at the guy, now completely making out with the girl, his hands running over her chest. She seemed really into it. I soon became panicked. My breaths came out in short bursts, and I felt like eating that pizza was a really bad idea. I broke down, trying to cover my eyes with my jacket, but that only resulted in more tears. I couldn't stop. I felt like vomiting. All I wanted to do was to run away, or punch that douchebag in the face, or do SOMETHING, but I couldn't. I felt trapped, pinned against that tree. The energy that I had had a few seconds ago seemed to evaporate into thin air. I hid my face in my binders, hoping that no one would notice me, especially that guy. I then heard someone running over to me, and I hunched down even further, praying to god that it wasn't Jonah.

To be Continued...

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I didn't know marching band would consume my entire life, sorry about that guys :P

I hope all you wonderful people have a great day!

Sincerely,

Sam.