Baby steps ∽『boy ✮ boy -EDITED

Fourteenth 👣-edited

         Trigger warning! Readers discretion is advised.

Half an hour later Kathy sent me a message stating Ryder was stable and ready to come back. Despite knowing he was okay, I didn't move from my place at the window. I was worried to leave this spot. What if something happened to Ryder because of me? What if he thought this was one of my pranks and he would end up hating me? The fact that I didn't want Ryder to think ill of me -more than he already did- didn't even startle me as much as I thought it would. I was starting to warm up to him and the biggest cause was that he was willing to give up on my parents'-not so modest- payment in order to receive quarter-the-worth tutoring from me. I've created this awful image of him in my mind over the years, but he proved to be nothing alike. He was kind and thoughtful, polite and not even homophobic.

With thoughts of Ryder flooding my mind and my head laid on the windowsill, I fell asleep.

The next time I woke up, something cold was rubbing against my chest and I opened my eyes to see Greg standing in front of me, one of his hands slid underneath my shirt and rubbing my nipples while the other was pressed over the bulge in his pants.

"What the fuck?" I yelped, pushing his arm away and proceeding to back away. However he was quick to catch the handles of my wheelchair and pull me forward.

"Just sit nicely, I will finish quickly." He said, grasping my wrist in an iron clutch and directing my palm towards his pants.

"Stop! What the hell you think you're doing?"

Greg kept on pulling on my arm, his eyes never meeting mine.

"I told you to stop!" I struggled, a heavy palm landing suddenly on the side of my face, making my head turn with a "woof".

"I know you don't want me to stop. You like this, don't you? You are all just a bunch of perverts who spread their illness and prey on straight men. It doesn't matter who fucks you as long as he has a dick. Am I right, Carter?"

I shook my head, averting my lips when Greg bent forward to press his mouth against mine. His lips landed on my cheek, burning my skin like two sharp blades. When I was able to break away, the smell of alcohol lingered against my cheek. Greg was drunk.

"Stay still, I will finish before the others come back."

I kept on dodging his wandering hands and kisses, slapping his hands away each time they touched my body. What I didn't expect was for the drunken man to hover his body over my wheelchair and press his knee between my legs, rubbing it against my groin. His surprise and annoyance came with the lack of response my body showed towards his disgusting endeavor. I took this opportunity to grab the closest object to me-a lamp- and smash it hard against his head.

Greg fell at the ground with a groan, giving me an opportunity to move away and towards the closest door, the one leading to the closed balcony. I wasn't quick enough though because when I moved to lock the door Greg was already between the frame and the two rooms, pushing his way inside. My blow succeeded to slow his already dizzied movements but it appeared to not be enough to put his twisted mind back in place because first thing he did when he was in front of me was to clutch his hand through my hair and pull my head backwards, forcing me to look into his red, alcohol hazed eyes.

"You little bitch!" he sneered, grasping my hair tighter and tighter into his palm.

I looked resentfully up at Greg, spitting into his face when he tried to lean over me. This did nothing but to anger him more, and in consequence he shoved me away from him while he rubbed at his eyes. I tried to back away, but he was quick on my steps, succeeding to cage me under his body once again.

"Stop struggling, you slut! It's entirely your fault for making me do this. You turned me into a homo."

"You give me too much credit, Greg. I did nothing to turn you into this repulsing rapist."

Greg's features twisted, revealing such a dangerous expression it turned me cold to my bones. However, what he said next seemed to be directed to someone else, not me.

"You did! You all sinful homosexuals do nothing but to seduce men and stray them from their homes and morals. You say you love me but then you demand to chose you over my wife, you selfish prick!"

I was so stunned I didn't react in time when Greg cupped my face roughly and pulled me into a sloppy, disgusting kiss. I kept my mouth tightly closed, feeling sick as his tongue slid like a snail over my lips and then the side of my face. My attempts to break free were fruitless, his hold on me being too tight. His fingers fumbled at the hem of my trousers while I fought to push his face away.

Fortunately, Greg's movements became clumsier, the adrenaline of being hit with a lamp fading away and the drunken state taking again over him. His lips against my skin seemed almost disinterested, sluggish.

After a while I was able to free myself, shoving Greg so hard he fell at the ground on his butt. But he didn't give up. He stood up with a curse, unzipped his jeans and let them drop at his ankles. Then he began to tug at the waistband of his underwear, letting them join the jeans on the ground. I felt my stomach churn, turning my gaze away when his junk broke free.

"Look at me!" Greg said but his words had almost no menace in them when his body started to sway and legs to get tangled in each other. And when he started moving towards me, the puddle of clothes at his legs made him trip. Now he was standing up in front of me and a few minutes later his body was falling at the ground, his arms trying to grasp at my wheelchair but failing, only making me move backwards.

What I didn't realize was that I was centimeters away from the edge of the penthouse's pool and due to Greg's movement my wheels rolled past the ground, making me fall in ice cold water. Not only I was paralyzed, but I didn't know how to swim nor to keep myself afloat.

Greg was passed out and I had no one to help me break free from underneath the heavy sheets of liquid.