Hellish Words

I'm screwed

A:/N Well this was so hard to write and I don't know why? What I do know is that I need to make this story more interesting. I don't think anyone is reading this anymore :( But I'll just finish and see how many fans I get *evil laughter* Welp enjoy the story.

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'What did I do to deserve this?' I thought frantically. 'I'm so screwed. Who am I supposed to tell?' My mind was racing a mile a minute. If I do tell anyone Im sure they'll look at my home life and everything will be ruined. I snapped to attention as he took more steps toward me.

"M-mr. Johanson w-what are you doing?" I managed to stutter out. My throat felt constricted and I was pretty sure if I wasn't potty trained I would have peed my pants already. He again smirked and at one time I found it to be devilishly handsome. Now however I just felt a paralyzing fear. "Don't play dumb you know exactly what I'm doing." he took another step towards me. I could tell that he wanted to take his time and bask in my fear. "The whole football team always brags about how good of a cocksucker you are. I just want to see for myself." he praticaly purred out.

My eyes went wide. What the literal hell. I was almost too shocked to repond. "M-mr.Johanson I can assure you that I've never done that sort of thing!" Once again my nerves were getting the best of me. Where had these rumors come from? I haven't done anything remotely sexual ever. And especially not with another person. There's really no time for that when your getting the shit beat out of you, is there?

I was blushing from head to toe and my heas was spinning. 'Why must everything happen to me?' I thought miserably. I watched as he stepped closer and closer I uttered out a small, "S-stop." The plea was weak, but amazingly he stopped. I was ready to jump for joy, but he only stopped to laugh. He continued walking painfully slow and I could see his half hardened erection through his pants. There really wasn't a way out of this unless I could out run him to the door. Tears had began springing up in my eyes and I began to shake. He was within arms reach and would have grabbed me if the door hadn't been pushed open in that moment.

"Mr.Johanson," Spencer shouted. At this more tears threatened to spill. The last person wanted to see me in this situation was Spencer. " What was the assignment for today," he continued oblivious to the situation. "I seemed to have lost it?" He looked up from his folder and his  eyes quickly narrowed down at Mr.Johnanson's crotch. He quickly looked up at my crying face and the tall mans arm that was outstretched at me. Understanding clicked in his eyes before he screamed. "What the fuck is going on here?" His eyes looked deadly and my breath caught in my throat.

Mr.Johanson  cursed loudly and turned slightly to the side so his erection wouldn't be seen by Spencer, but it was to late.
" Well you see..." he tried to begin, but a fist connected with his jaw. " Don't give me that bull shit I saw what you were doing!" The man fell to the floor at the force of his punch. Spencer took a shuddering breath before turned towards me " Did he touch you?" He asked in a quiet voice. So quiet I almost didn't hear him. " What?" I asked looking into his eyed for the first time. I was terrified to see how much emotion was held in them. There were tears threatening to spill at any given moment. "Did. He. Touch. You?" He took a breath between each word making them more seem oddly threatening.

I shook my head though my words betrayed me "A-a little." I said recallimg how his hand caressed my thigh.

If possible his anger multiplied ten-fold. Without another word I was painfully dragged out of the room. I glanced back at Mr. Johanson's crumpled body as he looked on in regret. Spencer didn't speak, I guess he was too angry to form words, let alone sentences. After a few minutes he stopped making me collide with his back. I scrambled back muttering apologies. "Why the hell are you apologizing?" He inquired while around to face me as much as he could with the not-so-slight height difference. I could tell he was expecting an answer and I scrambled to say something. "I..." I didn't know what to say so I kept my mouth shut for once. " Well," he began looking off to the side. If I didn't know better I would have sworn he was had a pondering look on his face. Jocks don't ponder over things though, right? "What happned?"

I looked up at him. Before I could answer one of Spencers lackeys came bounding toward us. "You caught the little cocksucker huh?" he asked smirkingly. There was that word again. Where the hell did cocksucker come from. I'm sure I would have remembered if I had at anytime in my life did that. Spencer's  expression changed almost instantaneously. In those seconds after Spencer's expression became cruel. "Damn straight." he said, and his hand came down on my shoulder.

I knew I shouldn't be surprised by his outburst. By the time I recovered a fist was swinging towards my face. I heard the impact before I felt it. The cracking of knuckle against jaw made a horrible pounding sound. When the pain finally registered in my brain, Spencer and his lackey were walking down the hall fist bumping because of the 'great work' they did. My face seriously fucking hurt.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Spencer turn around and look at me with sad eyes. Almost as if he wished he hadn't hit me. I laughed mentally about the injustice of it all and just before Spencer could turn the corner I lay looking at that beautiful ass of his.