Aren't We Friends?

Chapter 6

The next morning, I awoke with a terrible headache, puffy eyes, and a sore bottom. I tried moving, but I was still tied up. And apparently, naked.

Memories flooded back about last night. I shivered at the thoughts.

Thankfully, she discarded my blindfold at some point. And the gag was removed from my mouth as well.

"Good, you're up," I heard.

I looked to the corner of the room and saw my friend standing in front of me naked as well. She walked towards me and sat on me. I squirmed, hoping she would get off.

She didn't budge.

Instead, she held my body down with one hand and with the other, she trailed her fingers down to my womanhood. I felt her lips against mine. I didn't dare kiss back. She soon got off me and untied me. I was starting to make a run for it when she then pushed me against the wall. Her hands grasped around my neck, causing me to choke.

"You better not tell anyone about this Grace," she said calmly.

She let me go, causing me to fall to the ground.

"Or what?" I retorted back.

Man I wish I hadn't said that cause she then took a hold of my neck again and choked it again. Only harder.

"Aw come on Grace! Aren't we friends?" she whispered in my ear.

I should have just slapped her and run off. I should've screamed for help. But I didn't. I was paralyzed in fear. I tried to think of some way to get out of this situation. I couldn't find a solution.

Yeah Grace, aren't you guys friends?

There it was again. That same voice. Only louder this time. But...it was right. We were friends. I didn't want to lose her but at the same time I kept thinking 'She caused me so much pain, she doesn't deserve to be my friend'. It was all too much. I started crying again. Physically and mentally. Sticking with my guts, I barely whimpered

"I won't say anything,"

Her face soon grew a wicked smile as she let go of my neck once more. I gasped for air and started coughing like crazy.

"Excellent! Hurry up and get ready, we still have our tournament today." she said while grabbing her basketball uniform. She stopped at the entrance of her doorway.

"And if you DO tell anyone about this, I'll make sure your life's a living hell," she stated.

With that, she walked out of the room making me speechless. She never EVER threatened anyone.

Why am I giving her what she wants?

~Time Skip~

"Come on Grace! Focus!" I heard my coach shout. But I couldn't. I just couldn't. Whenever I would make eye contact with Miranda, my body tenses up, causing the other team to easily gain access to the ball. I heard the whistle blow and the referee shout "Timeout for Tornadoes!" We huddled together and as soon as we did, my coach asked me "Are you ok Grace? It's not like you to be dazed out like this."

A part of me wanted to say something. I really wanted to. But when I turned to look at my coach, it's like I saw Miranda only.

"Don't you dare do this! After all, aren't we friends?" she asked.

I ran straight to the bathroom and locked the door. I didn't dare come out until the game was over.