The Awakening

Chapter 4

I pushed myself into the wall. I tried to slip off my shoe from underneath his foot. He puts his lips against my neck.

"You smell good,"

That was surprising; I had Lifetime Fitness seventh hour. I pull my neck away from him. His grip on my wrists tightens and he pushes his chest against my own. I sigh, frustrated and nervous. He forces my wrists up higher, making me stretch.

I didn't like this.

He did, apparently. "You're beautiful."

"You're disgusting-"

He takes his free hand and grabs my hair and yanks it ferociously. In response I squeal in pain. He grins. "You like that?! Huh, bitch?" He pulls it again.

I try to pull away but I'm restrained by his cold hands.

His hand finds the belt loop of my jeans. He follows the trail of loops until he gets to the button.

"Stop..." I manage to get my shoe off as he unbuttons my jeans, his cold hand on my stomach. I kick him in the stomach. He falls backwards, but his grip on my wrists doesn't lessen. I land on top of him, my hair makes a curtain blocking out his room. He smirks then rolls over so I'm underneath him. He sits on my stomach, and finally frees my wrists. I push and squirm, trying to get out from under him. He reaches over to his night stand, opens the top drawer and pulls something out before smirking at me again. He had pulled out zip ties. I hit his stomach. Well I would have if he hadn't had grabbed my fist and threw it down on top of my other one. He forces my hands around the leg of his box spring for his bed and puts on the zip tie.

He removes his hands. He puts his hands next to my ears, his body parallel to mine. He leans on one hand, the other finds the button on my jeans again.

He smiles. "Try to enjoy this as much as I do."

"No promises," I snap back.

He couldn't think he could do this did he? Does his mom know this was happening; that I was about to be sexually assaulted in her cookie aroma filled home?

His face contorted, "You don't talk to me like that, you hear?" His hand found my chin and squeezed it. Hard. I yelp in pain.

Then the first tear trailed down my cheek.

"Okay?!" He said. I nodded quickly, afraid of what would happen if I didn't reply. He seemed to relax some. He brought his face near mine. The radio plays its song for us, oblivious to what was happening.

He rested his forehead on mine. Leo sighed. I closed my eyes.

"L-Leo... p-please don't do t-this-"

Leo lifts the hem of my dress to where my underwear is partly showing. His rough hand goes on to my stomach then races up to my chest. He smashes his mouth against mine.

I shake my head to get his face off mine. He removes his hand from my chest. He sits on my middle again. This time he puts his hand in his pocket. He pulls out his pocket knife. I squirm, anxious he'll cut me. He smiles at my attempt of escaping. He brings the knife to the end of my dress and cuts it right down the middle, scratching my stomach all the way up in the process. He puts his knife in his pocket again.

So I have to get to that pocket.

I look at my stomach and see blood poke out my stomach's cut. "Bleed for me, baby," He brings his face down to my stomach, hovering above my belly button; he makes eye contact with me. He sticks out his tongue. He presses it to my stomach then follows the path of the blood.

What a sicko.

He stops at my chest. He puts his lips against mine. I bring my knee up and knee his tail bone. He clenches his jaw.

"You shouldn't have done that, bitch." He slaps my left cheek. I didn't have time to yelp before he hit me again, making my head jerk the other way. I gasp as he does it one more time. He hits me again, but this time I don't yelp because I black out.

When I woke up, I was laying on my bed. I sit up. Was it all a dream?! I look down at my middle and see I'm wearing a sweatshirt that had my school logo on it. I shook my head.

"No," This didn't happen. I tuck hair behind my ear. In the process, I see a red mark on my wrist. I bring my wrist down and see red lines. My circulation was cut off from the zip ties. I run to the bathroom, after peeling myself out of the sweatshirt. In my bra and white leggings I see a large red mark down my stomach. I felt tears prick my eyes. There were bruises the size of his fingers, stack up on my arms on either side. I had a bump on the left side of my head, most likely where I hit it against the bed frame. It happened; I was raped by Leo.

I go to my room, quickly, before my mom notices I'm up and throw on a nightgown. I slip off my leggings. Sniffling, I wipe my eyes. My phone's vibration scared me.

I turn around, looking for it. I see its screen lit up on my night stand table near my lamp. I pick it up and check the notification. My stomach flipped when I read what Leo had said.

I didn't want to get my mom killed... but I couldn't sit back like nothing's happening. Could I tell my mom? No, she'd tell, despite what she's told. Looks like no one will ever know. Just me and Leo. He texted me again, the vibration smacked me away from my thoughts.

"Don't worry hun. This can be our little secret. No one has to know; besides it's not rape if you enjoyed it." Then he sent a winking emoji.