*Trigger warning for sexual assault*
The dinner last night was an experience. First of all, Lauren's dad actually talked to me without mocking or disrespecting me. I think I'm making progress with him. Lauren's mother was a completely different story. She wouldn't talk, look or breath within close proximity of me. Brad was sending me daggers all night because Lauren wouldn't move her arm from around the back of my chair. I don't want to admit it but I am scared of what he could do-
I woke up startled when someone roughly placed there hand over my mouth. My eyes shot open and I saw a furious looking Brad staring down at me.
'Get up' he whisper yelled, his very feminine hand still over my mouth. Realising I was in a very vulnerable position I got up slowly, as not to wake up Lauren. When I was on my feet Brad roughly grabbed my arm and shoved me out the door. He dragged me down the house and pushed me inside the piano room. I spun on my feet but managed to keep my balance.
'What the fuck is this?!' He spat in my face.
'What?' I asked, rubbing my sleepy eyes.
'This!' He shoved his phone into my face and on the screen was a picture of me and Lauren in bed. I was sleeping peacefully while Lauren was curled around me, she was resting her hand on her propped up elbow and was playing with my hair.
'Um...'
'What the fuck did I tell you? I told you to stay away from my wife!'
I looked up with scared eyes into Brads now red face 'I have been keeping my distance. That wasn't my fault I was asle-'
'Keeping your distance? Is sleeping in the same bed as my wife keeping your distance?' He asked rhetorically.
'No but-'
'But nothing' he said, eerily calm 'do you know who's name that is?'
I looked back at his phone with shaky hands and read the name Mr. Higgins. All traces of sleep had drained from my body and was now replaced with anxiety.
'Tell me Camilla, who is that man?' He smirked deviously.
'My principal' I whispered weakly
'That's right! Your principal. So I'll tell you what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna send this to Mr. Higgins' my eyes widened and my face paled 'I'll get Lauren arrested and your education will be wrecked... yeah, I think I'll do that'
'No, please don't Brad!' I begged
'Why shouldn't I you little whore?'
I clutched at the roots of my hair and started pacing around the room 'what do you want?'
'That's more like it' he said smugly 'let me see, what do I want?' He pondered 'Actually!do you know what I want? I want you to suck my dick'
I stopped dead in my tracks and looked at the smirking man. He can't be serious. He can't ask that of me!
'Wha-'
'That's what I want Camila. I want your pretty little mouth wrapped around my dick'
My eyes were now welling up with tears that threatened to fall 'Brad please-'
'Or I could take your virginity. Would you prefer that? Because I know Lauren hasn't fucked you yet. So, I'll leave the decision up to you Camilla. Right here, right now. Decide or I'll do both'
I opened my mouth to speak but the only thing that escaped was a sob that raked through my body. I clasped my hand over my throat to try and control my breathing. I never asked for this.
'Don't cry baby' Brad whispered, sauntering towards me until I could feel his breath on my face. He gently traced my jawline but I didn't feel it. I felt numb 'you look so hot in those shorts Camilla, and that crop top. I'll make you feel ten times better than Lauren ever could'
He roughly grabbed my wrist and shoved it inside his pants. I wanted to react. I wanted to scream and hit him. But I couldn't move. I could only cry silently as he moved my hand.
'Yeah just like that ba-'
'What the fuck is going on here!' A voice boomed from behind us.
Brad let go of my hand like I had burnt him while I kept my eyes firmly on the floor like I had been for the past ten minutes.
'I- I was just...' Brad stuttered.
'Get the fuck out of my house before I call the police!'
Brad dashed out the door, not giving me a second glance.
'Camila?' I looked up slowly and saw Mike walking towards me carefully 'c'mere' I didn't protest when he wrapped his arms around me in a tight bear hug. I rested my head on his chest, my tears soaking his white shirt.
'Shhh, it'll be okay. He's gone now. He can't hurt you' Mike slowly started to stroke my hair, slowly calming me down.
'H-he tried to-' I stuttered
'I know. I know. It's alright. I'll make sure he won't hurt you again. I promise'
I looked up with blurred vision thanks to my never ending tears. I didn't know who this man was but he definitely wasn't the homophobic man that I'd met 3 days ago.
'Come on. I think it's best if you go home now instead of later'
I nodded my head knowing my voice would fail me. Mike lead me to a bedroom that was much bigger than Lauren's. There was a large king sized bed in the middle of a room and a door that lead into a very big bathroom.
'Go have a shower. I'll get you a change of clothes'
Mike started to walk towards the door before I stopped him 'Mike-'
'Don't worry' he smiled reassuringly, rubbing my arm in a comforting manor 'I won't tell Lauren'
I nodded my head and slowly dragged myself into the bathroom. I quickly ripped off my clothes and jumped into the shower. As the scalding watered hit my skin I looked down at my wrist and saw a big purple bruise from where Brad had grabbed me. I found a washcloth and started to roughly scrub my body, especially the bruise on my wrist. I felt dirty and disgusting. Why didn't I fight back? Why didn't I scream or shout? It was my fault. I shouldn't of been wearing such short shorts and a crop top.
I only stepped out of the shower when parts of my skin had turned red from the water and I felt partially clean. I wrapped myself in a towel and saw the clothes that Mike had left me on the bed. It was my black skinny jeans, an oversized sweater and white converse. When I had put on all my clothes I was thankful that it covered my wrist. I didn't want Lauren to know. I jumped when I heard a faint knock on the door.
'Come in' I said weakly. I was relieved to see it was Lauren, a concerned expression on her face.
'Camz what's wrong? Mike told me that you want to go home early' she walked towards me, stopping a few feet away. I knew I shouldn't but I felt comforted by her presence.
'Yeah um, my mom rang and told me that my grandmothers in hospital' I lied, not able to meet Lauren's gaze.
'I'm sorry Camz, I didn't know. We can leave as soon as you've packed your things' she softly grabbed my hand but I flinched away from the contact. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the pained expression on her face.
'Okay, I'll go do that now' I mumbled quickly brushing last her.
'Camz' she grabbed my bruised wrist making me wince.
'Lauren, please do not touch me' I said, slightly louder than I had intended. Lauren didn't question me but slowly released her grip on my wrist. I didn't know if I was relieved or saddened that she didn't question it.
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