three days

four

trigger warning; read at your own caution.

i awaken, having it be the fourth day living in this jail of a palace. as i get up from bed, i fix my sheets and my pillows. it's as if i have a bad feeling about today, my senses hot-wiring. looking outside, i see that it's raining, what a dread. making my way downstairs for some breakfast, 9:02am, i see no sign of chris.

where could he be? pouring my milk in my cereal bowl, i hear my door being opened. chris? but he can't leave. i take my cereal bowl, eating some of it as i walk towards my door.

i stop, seeing another good looking teenage boy, a boy who wasn't chris. he was drenched in rain and inside my house, his outfit with black combat boots and a black leather jacket. he turns to me, his eyes showing darkness in them, i drop my spoon back in the bowl. swallowing my chewed cereal.

"who are you?"

my voice is stronger than i would have predicted, considering there's a new stranger who looks like he's killed someone in my house. he smirks deviously, moving closer to me, closing my door behind him. i step back, my heart unknowingly thumping.

"you didn't answer my question,"

i grit through my teeth, he takes another step forward. as good looking as he may be, his eyes shined evil in them that made my blood run cold.

"the name's ian, and it's the name you'll be screaming in a few minutes."

he replies, licking his lips, i feel myself gag. dropping my cereal on the ground, i begin to run back to the kitchen. finding one of the knives, i grab it from around the corner, he runs after me. as i grip on the weapon, he stands in front of me, the countertop separating us two.

"don't make this harder than it should be,"

"are you serious? why are you even fucking here?!"

i scream, he won't wipe that smug smirk off his face. he lunges at me, i try stabbing him in the stomach, but he grabs my wrist quick enough to bend it over me. he slams my body to he wall, causing me to drop the knife on the ground. as he holds me in place, i knee him in the balls, causing him to let go of my hands. i make a run for it upstairs, my feet moving as quick as they can take me away.

as i make it to my bedroom, i whisper shout for chris, no response. i just need you this one time.. i can hear his footsteps upstairs. clutching onto my knees, i huddle in my large closet, the clothes covering me. he checks other rooms besides mine until i hear my bedroom door slam open, holding in my breath. i stay silent, bloody hell, i can hear him opening more doors.

door after door, just waiting for mine to be opened.

"you can't hide for forever, sweet-cheeks!"

his voice booms, i begin to shake in fear, please don't find me. as he shoves around my clothes, he pushes the clothes in front of me, i gasp. no. i try to quickly make another run, instead, he grips my arms. throwing me out of the closet and onto my bed harshly, i try getting up again.

instead he pushes me down, he forces his lips onto mine, i push against him trying to pry him off.

"get o-off me!"

i struggle, he doesn't stop feeling my body, running his hands up my shirt.

"someone help me!"

i scream out, pushing him away, he dodges my punches. instead, he slaps me hard, my cheek stinging. my head jerks in an instant, i feel tears well in my eyes.

"shut up, you whore."

my lip quivers in pain and sadness, i'm a virgin. please no. i stay silent, afraid of him hurting me again. he unbuckles his pants quickly, sloppily kissing my neck to my stomach. ripping my clothes off and my jeans, internally terrified. he pushes me up on the bed roughly, separating my legs so i don't close them again.

i resist him, before i can hold any longer, he punches me straight in the jaw.

"open your goddamn legs!"

i finally open them, my eye hurting. as i lay naked on the bed, he makes a sick laugh, pinning my hands in a death grip above me. he slides on a condom, moving above me, and in one full thrust, he's inside ripping me apart. due to it being my first time, and because i wasn't turned on at all. he thrusted again, moaning out, he buried his head in my neck.

"p-please stop,"

i whimpered in pain, tears began falling, he ignores me thrusting again. i couldn't take it anymore, i can't hold in my cries. as i cried, turning my head away from him, he thrusts on roughly, harder and harder.

"enjoy it baby, c'mon!"

he raggedly moans. i felt numb, empty, weak, jesus christ i just wanted him to stop. i didn't think he'd ever stop, but finally came to a halt, ejaculating as he moaned out. he pulled out of me, rolling on the other side of my bed. he breathed out loudly while i paused my crying, while he stood up collecting his clothes. i don't look up, in fact, i don't do anything. i'm frozen in place, while he walks out of my room, shutting my door.

laying there helplessly, i curl up into my sheets. i felt something wet run down my legs, touching my inner thighs, seeing large amounts of blood. i began crying again in pain, my lower abdomen cramping, my face hurt from him punching me as well as slapping. chris leaving me to be raped by this unknown boy, and having my virginity taken away. he's scarred me forever.

he's ruined me. all for his own sick pleasure. crying all night, non-stop, until i could cry no more. my naked body feeling cold, and harassed.