jenna pov
all throughout the weekend, my feelings for julien came through. i loved it when he would laugh hard enough that he would start crying or when he would just be upbeat and sweet. i really liked him. but he seemed kinda off at some points. like he was scared of being himself. like after he would laugh for a while he would get quiet and try to not be him. maybe he just didn't like laughing? that made zero sense at all. but what sadly did make sense was going back to school on monday. i was insanely nervous and terrified of what could happen. evan tried to get with me again. and i just felt terrified around him. i wanted to switch the classes i had with him to another one but all of the classes that i had with him couldn't be changed since these classes were specifically picked out for certain students.
i sighed as i pulled my blonde hair into a high pony tail. i smoothed out my outfit. i hopped into my car, and started driving to juliens house. he left his car in the parking lot at school and i had to take him home yesterday night and drive him to school today. but i didn't mind, i liked hanging out with julien, he was like morning coffee, it wakes you up in the morning in the nicest way possible. and that's what julien did for me.
i sat in front of his house, texting him that i was waiting outside of his home. after a couple seconds, he came through the front door and walked towards my car. he smiled at me as i smiled back, opening the door and sliding into the passenger seat.
"hey" i said in a sweet tone.
"hi" he said in return, voice just as sweet. i smiled again before starting the car and going to school.
we walked into our first class which was with evan, of all people. i gripped my text books and sat next to julien. the teacher walked into the classroom and greeted everyone. and that's when everything went silent. i couldn't hear anything as i sat and froze
he turned towards me, staring at me like i was a piece of meat.
( this may be personal or to graphic for some people)
"evan what are you doing?" i asked. he was pushing me into the all gender bathroom in the back of the school. i tried to push him away, but he wouldn't budge. he got me all the way into the bathroom before slamming the door behind him and locking it. he looked at me and smirked, walking towards me and started to tear my clothes off. i tried to push him away and scream for help. but he slapped his hand over my mouth and pulled off my pants and underwear .
"stop! please stop!" i screamed through his hand. he ignored me and thrusted into me. pain jolted straight through my body and i screamed, trying to kick him away before he slapped me straight in the face.
"shut the fuck up or i will fucking kill you!" he hissed. you could see the anger in his eyes as he stared right into me. he pulled out and turned me around. he smashed my body against the wall and slammed right back into me. with every thrust i felt more and more pain jolt through my body. yet i stayed silent. the look in his eyes wasn't just him being horny. it was true threat, pure evilness. and i didn't want to take that chance. after about 10 minutes of him thrusting into me he finished. he pulled out of me and slapped my butt and kicked me to the ground. he slapped my face before grabbing my hair and pulling me up to face him. he punched me in the face and i cried in pain. he pulled my face back up and put it at least and inch away from his own.
"you tell anyone about this and i do this a million times and hurt you harder and harder every single time. now keep this a secret or i'll ruin you!" he said. his voice was low and threatning. he threw me to the ground and gave me one final kick before zipping up his zipper and leaving the bathroom. i lay on the ground, sobbing. all i was in was my bra and my flannel which he tore the buttons off of. i sobbed harder and harder as i felt my body ache. every where hurt and nothing felt right. i felt awful, and it wasn't long before i was throwing up in the bathroom toilet. i wanted to just go home and sleep. hopefully this was all just a terrible dream that will go away soon. but it wasn't. it fucking wasn't. i was in terrible pain and every part of me just wanted to disappear. i didn't even want to be alive. but i kept going, and pushed myself up and got dressed back into my clothes. i fixed my hair and walked back to class. the teacher gave me a weird look as to why my cheeks were red and my eyes were extremely puffy, but again i just stayed silent.
i looked around and realized i wasn't in the classroom but was sitting on the bathroom floor sobbing, slumped against the toilet seat. he thrusted into me. i turned and threw up into the toilet. flashbacks circling through my mind. "shut the fuck up or i will kill you" he hissed. i began to cry harder. everything was closing in on me and i had no where to go. i just felt so alone.
