ATTACK THE SCHOOL

WAKING UP TO SCREAMING....

Waking up  to screaming….

“Noooo please stop owe please it hurts” groggily falling back into consciousness to hear whimpering and crying, slowly opening my eyes taking in my surroundings jumping out of my skin when my eyes land on Airen being pinned down by my (brother) Dante he’s pushing up her skirt revealing her bare skin beneath, gasping making myself known “ohhhhh my dear sister, I see you’ve awoken, good timing too now you can see what it looks like when a virgin pussy is destroyed as that boy stated, well before you broke his neck” amused smirk on his face, my eyes once again landed on a scared looking Airen with pleading eyes “stop I won’t let you rape my best friend” I say standing up and wobbling on my feet feeling dizzy as I stumble over to them but my strength is draining second by second step by step I flump down onto my knees next to her, Airen staring at me looking worried and confused as she glances down at me then her pleading eyes widen even more as she stares at my trackie bottoms, following her gaze I look down and see fresh blood seeping and staining through, feeling hot and cold dizzy and then the pain hits me like a truck crouching over in agony falling onto my side moaning.

Eyes closed tight as I try to ignore the pain riveting through my body worse in my tummy and hips, a warm gentle hand runs up and down my back in soothing circles the other lifting me with ease placing me against a solid chest eyes fluttering open looking up at Dante, looking at me with such intensity and care that I some how relax in his hold resting my head on his chest listening to his strong steady heart beat, “you should rest my angel your weak” moaning into his shirt I nod as he lays me back onto the bed but then I feel wetness chill me from beneath, looking down I see that the bed drenched in blood suddenly feeling very sub conscious I try and clean the bed but a firm grasp on my shoulders stops me forcing me to sit down “don’t worry about it angel ill clean it come let me help you clean up, acting like a child I put my arms up wanting to be carried he chuckles and lifts my entire body up with one arm, feeling like I won  I pull myself up so that I’m looking over his shoulder as he walks out the bedroom door turning down an opening then into the bathroom.

Now sitting on the edge of the bath as hot water flows from the taps, swinging my feet hands still rubbing my sore tummy, I look up from my hands to see Dante kneeled down in front of me pulling my shoes of and socks, the his hands roam up to the top of my waistline hooking it gently I lift my bum up so that they can be pulled down which he does slowly, now sitting in just my sports bra and blooded panties my cheeks flame red and I cower behind my hands, his warm relaxing hands gently stroked my skin then he pulled down my panties leaving me completely exposed “no don’t look please” as my hands rush to cover me, peeling them away as he stands up now hands on the back of my sports bra undoing the clasp with one hand as the other pulls down my straps the bra now falling to the floor into the heap of my other dirty cloths breast sitting perky even without the bra, oh no I forgot about the food bars they drop to the floor with a thud looking up to Dante face he’s smirking eyeing up my body but in his eyes its not dirty way but a protective way his eyes roam my pale body.

Turning to look at the full bath running my hands through the soothing hot water turning round to step in when hands hold my hips and helps me up into the high bath sides, enjoying the water relaxing my muscle’s leaning back resting my head on the edge of the bath steam filling my sense shock jolts me as a cold liquid is squirted onto my exposed chest looking up at Dante as he lavers up his hands with body wash, looking at him confused his eyes meeting mine never looking away as his hands gently rub the body wash into my breast and stomach his hands moving further down making me stiffen but not protest as his hand runs through my legs up and down my thighs and over my womanhood levering up on my soft curly pubic hair, his face looks strained as he fidgets in his position against the bath hands still gliding through my legs his fingers running over my soft opening I gasp and a moan escapes my lips the tender touch not threatening me but exciting me, my eyes shoot open when I feel juices flowing into the bath my cheeks now redder than a beetroot, as I turn to see a very uncomfortable Dante.