Authors Note: Here is chapter 4!! Hope you like it. Sorry if my editing skills are shit on my computer it corrects it for me and on here I have to read it and geuss the grammar shit so uh sorry if it's bad, thanks for reading I really appreciate it!!
~Andy's POV~
*SELF HARM AND RAPE WARNING sowwy* (edited)I grab the sharpener, staring at the sharp, shiny, small blade that could obliterate me in one swipe to the wrist. I have an A in Biology, I know where my arterys are... I slowly use my pinky and a pencil to unscrew it, I ignore the bell knowing Jordan will come looking for me for History, our block after this. I finally get out after a few minutes of the bell passed. I stare at the blade and push up my bracelets to reveal scars from earlier self harm inflections. I take a deep breath, in and out. My shaky hand hovers about my striped brown wrist with the tiny weapon. I push down feeling a stinging pain but...no blood? I push down hard noticing my skin got used to being cut in peices by now, I stopped for a year. I decide it's time...I slowly slide it against my skin. If you aren't a Masochist, like me, then have you ever felt the feeling of being satisfied and happy because the pain has gone away? That's what I feel. It surges through my body. I don't even notice that I have cut deep. Really deep. I rush over and wash it pulling down my bracelets and race to class. I sit down dosing off not listening to what he's saying, definitely hearing, not listening. I play with my bracelets as the girl next to my cakes on eyeliner and foundation. I click my nails as the clock ticks. As the last second goes by the bells deafening scream signals us out. I rush Jordan's locker to peek around. Fortunately, he was there. "Yo! Ready to head to history?" I ask and see him almost jump "Y-Yea, sorry" He tries to gather his books in a hurry "Here, let me just-" I get cut off by grabbing his books, touching his hand ever so lightly. He blushes at the contact and races to class. I take a seat next to him noticing that the teacher has a substitute. "Class, get with your partners! We are going to mingle today, or, if you are already friends, that would be great!" She says sarcasticly, making everyone laugh and giggle. I smile at Jordan as he stares at my wristbands "Something wrong." I ask seeing the serious expression "Why are your wristbands pulled down lower?" Damn this kid was insightful "I umm have lost weight and it go-" I was discontinued "Lier, let me see your wrists?" He whispers to me tugging on them gently. He was really cute like a protective mother. I took a deep breathe and pulled up the bracelets. I feel a finger trace my deeps cuts, wincing at the feeling. "Why?" I stare at Jordan. He was blinking away tears. "I-I" The bell cut me off. I ran out of the classroom and hid upstairs in the music room. I sighed and sunk in the corner. I panted from running, I peeked out the room and saw a very familiar body at a very, very familiar locker. He whipped around hearing the door open. "H-Hi" I said sweaty and nervous, more like scared as all shit? "Mmmm hey~" He walked over and pushes me in the room "S-Sco-" I feel something slide up my shirt and a short click of the door locking "Call me Daddy when we're alone." He licked up my neck as I winced "It will go much faster~" I let out a soft moan as his cold, tough hands rub my waist "P-Please no." He suddenly smashes his lips on mine forcefully. I tried to breathe but ended up choking on spit. His hand drifts higher and his had licks my jaw bone. "Ah, n-not there.." His hand fondles my nipple (I rUb mY nIpPlEs aNd sTaRt mOaNiNg wItH dElItE) as his mouth works my throat to muscle and bone. I moan in delight from the pleasure but let the tears run down my face. I suddenly feel something tug my ass. "Nya!" I hold on as Scott throws me on the table and starts undoing his belt. I stare as he slides his pants down. "Strip slave." I slip off my shirt and cover my bruised body "Let daddy see the work he's done, babe~" I uncover my body as my breathe hitches from the sudden feeling of insecurity. He slowly slips off my pants and underments and sits me on the table. "Ride me, pet." I look at him shaking, he pulls me into his lap and rubs my entrance "I-I've never had sex." I suddenly feel to fingers in my mouth "Suck and I'll show you bitch" I sucked on his finger as he slowly pushed them in "Ngh! S-Stop" It hurt so much I don't think I could stop crying. "Suck it up and ride me damnit! You better moan to!" I wince at his yelling and slowly slide onto him, it hurt alot considering no lube or prep. "P-Please no more!" I sat on his genitals getting used to the size crying "Move" I started to bounce what felt like hours was more like 2-3 minutes of pain until it finally succumbed and turned into pleasure. "Ahhg!~" I slapped my hand over my mouth. I was not enjoying this even though it felt really good, and I wanna keep going, but not with him, with anyone but this jackass. I bounce faster as I feel a knot tightening. "Daddy! Ngh~" I release as he does to. It finally hits me. Shame. I start sobbing as I watch his body walk away smiling. I hear the door shut with a click and I look at my bag. I dig out what I was looking for and soon enough my thighs are littered with bleeding cuts. "I'm such a whore" I whisper quietly as I slide the blade deeper. I pull my knees to my stomach and cry. I finally get up and slip on my clothes stumbling slightly from our activity. I rush to the bathroom noticing I have 4 hickeys running down my neck. I quickly grab my scarf I always have just inacse to hide them. I walk to lunch with the fabric protecting my hidden mistakes. I walk over to where Jordan usually sits as Scott smirks at me from his table. I sit down wincing from the earlier 20 minutes. "Hey, Andy!" Jordan says with an Apple in his mouth. I smile hoping he doesn't know what happened. And never will.
Authors Note: Sorry I didn't put to much detail in the last part I decided to write it last night at 11:00 and so I forgot to save and it cut off right when they where fucking anyway I just woke up to that so yea
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