Little Kitten Bruised and Beaten

Chapter Two The Meeting

It was all over at around 1:30pm, when they were finished I just curled into a ball on the desk.

When all the boys had left I still hadn't moved, it was now 3:20 and I was still curled up into a ball on the desk, naked. The home bell rang about 5 minutes ago, I didn't want to go home, I couldn't move how was I supposed to get there.

At about 3:30 I heard someone coming down the hallway, my body tensed as I heard a deep male voice getting closer and closer, that voice sounded mad. The door to the room was thrown open angrily, when I turned to look at who was there is was shocked to see a completely different boy. He was not one of the ones from earlier, when he saw me his eyes raked over my body and his eyes grew dark I knew what was going to happen so I just laid back down on the desk and waited for him to do to me what those boys from before did. But it never came all I felt was 2 strong hands pull me into a sitting position and pull a shirt over my head.

As the soft fabric made contact with my thighs I couldn't hold it anymore, I cried. Soon after, two muscular arms wound themselves around my torso, my body stiffened I was afraid of what the mystery man was going to do to me.

"Relax kitten I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." The man's breath was hot in my ear as his deep masculine voice whispered to me.

My body was still shaking from my sobs, but as time passed by the man's arms still wrapped tightly around me my gut wrenching tears slowly stopped. As I wiped the last of my tears away with my hand, I looked up at the owner of the arms wrapped around me and was shocked to say the least.

Right beside me was the one the only, Harpell Carpent! He was big, he was tough, he was mean, and he was also the captain of the football team and the soccer team. Thinking more about it I realized, he was the only person from the football team that wasn't in the room today.

"W-w-what? Why?" I stuttered.

"I always come down here after school."

"But the shirt. Why?" I was very confused, why wouldn't he just see me and walk away.

"Well I heard some of the guys talking, they said something about 'got the best fuck ever from this small, blonde, cat chick' if I heard right." I dropped my head in shame, "Kitten was that you?" more tears began to fall down my cheeks; I nodded my head in shame.

"I'm a whore." I whispered.

"No kitten they are disgusting!"

"But I didn't even try to stop them..."

"Kitten how old are you?" he said suddenly.

"14."

"I'm going to kill them all." He growled, moved away from me and slammed his fist down on the desk I was sitting on. I could hear the wood splinter, I was so scared I fell from the desk and curled into a ball on the ground.

"Please don't hurt me I didn't do anything wrong!" I cried.

"Oh little kitten I could never..." he reached for me and even when I flinched away from him, he still pulled me to him and sat on the ground with me in his lap.

He cradled me gently in his arms, he sat with me until I, once again, stopped crying.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked timidly.

"Well my little cat girl if you must know I very much dislike men who think its ok to treat women like objects, like they are just toys that they can play with and dispose of whenever they please." With each word his voice slowly got louder and louder, by the end of his rant he was full on yelling. My frail body shook as I tried to free myself from his arms. As soon as I began to wiggle from his grasp his arms tightened around me.

"NO LET ME GO!" I screamed and thrashed in his arms until he loosened his tight grasp enough for me to escape. I got out of his arms stood up, turned around and walked away from him, "What do you want from me?"

"Kitten I want nothing other than to help you." He stated softly.

"LIAR! That's what they all say! They all say they just want to help me! But they always want something in return... I have nothing left to give..."My voice broke, I was broken, I had no more fight left in me, I couldn't do it anymore, "please I know what you want, and you can have it."

I dropped my head in shame as I removed the t-shirt he gave me; I fell to my knees in submission, "please just don't hurt me." I begged.

"Kitten please put the shirt back on; I don't want to look at what those boys did to your once perfect body." My eyes shot up to look at him in shock.

"What?" this boy was confusing me even more each time he spoke. But being the obedient little cat I am I did as instructed and put the shirt on. I hissed as pain shot through my body at the movements. As soon as the noise left my mouth the boy was by my side.

"Kitten are you ok?"

"I'm fine thank you, I'm just not used to that much."

"Wait what do you mean that much? You shouldn't have to be used to anything like that!"

"I-I t-th-that, I-I d-didn't mean i-it l-like that..." I fumbled over my words trying to explain myself without telling him about my father.

"Kitten breathe, it's ok you can tell me."

"No I can't because if I do he will know and he will hurt me... I don't want him to hurt me..."

"Who will hurt you?"

"D-Da..."

"Who is it Kitten?"

"Daddy..."

(Picture of Lillea's Father)