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I ignored him, it had been the best idea I could think of, speed walking down the Chemistry, corridor.
I can still remember how his footsteps thundered down the hall, I convinced myself he would walk straight past, he wanted nothing to do with me, right?
Wrong.
He caught up, grabbing my upper arms, he whispered "Not so fast" pushing me into store room. I had prayed that the door was locked,
I had struggled, he was too tall, too broad.
Pressing me against the shelves of books we studied for Literature.
"I like brown ones, never had one. You're the first, I just need get these off you" His hands lowered to my hips squeezing. I felt my anger boiling, "Stop it!".
Why do he do it? What even possessed him.
He laughed pulling my chin up to meet his eyes, a sickening blue, licking his lewd lips,
"I'll make you feel good. You're not a good girl, you want me. Don't deny it. I'm gonna be your first, your last". I grimaced, turning away from him.
"Get off of me!" I jerked my leg up, too slow, he had been clever. Almost as if he had done this before.
He pushed my legs apart, with his, resting them between mine, I had no room to move. I was trapped.
His hands dropped to our mandatory skirts, he pinched my bum, clutching it as I possession of his. I felt bile, sick, I had retched. I wanted him to stop, why wasn't he stopping? Why had it been me?
His lips too close to my ear, he had said "This role plays fun, but you can stop it now". He enunciated now, slamming my head onto the wooden shelf.
God, please help me. I'm sorry for any sins, I beg of you to pity me, I'd pleaded, God was all I had right now.
It had all turned dizzy, blurry, slow. But I had still felt it, even now. He hands on my thighs, no one had ever touched me before. He hands dirty, I was dirty. This wasn't how I was meant to be touched.
I felt rather than heard him rip my tights, his hand enclosed around my knee, it was all still blurry, slow. But his skin. Touched. Mine.
His touch, rough, hard, cold.
God had delivered
The door opened, "What do you think you're doing?". A teacher?
God, please let it be a teacher, I'd hoped it was a teacher, it had been.
"Just a little fun" he had gloated, the teacher looked at me, I shook my head at him.
"Sir, I, n-need to go, go to the, b-bathroom" I had ran out, not seeking his approval. I'd ran to the nearest bathroom and thrown up everything there was.
