My Best Friends Mother (Original)

A Damaging Experience

This chapter contains content that may be triggering to some readers, reader discretion is advised. And I am updating this once maybe two more times because I feel like I owe it to you, but it will not be a regular thing. I will be updating once a week. at least trying to with my packed schedule.

I swallowed hard as he bit down on the lobe of my ear from behind me. I wanted to move, to shout, to push him away, but I couldn't get myself to move. I had never had issues of pushing someone away from me when they wanted too much from me. There was something about him that made me more frightened then I have ever been before. He played with my hair some, "Your hair is so pretty," he said. He then went from my ear to my neck and started to kiss it and bite down. I winced slightly and I felt his lips curl into a smile, "Stay quiet, would you doll?" He asked and I finally got back into my right mind. I elbowed him in his stomach and got up, running to the door. I turned the knob only to realize that it was locked.

I was about to unlock it when he pulled me back and over to his desk. "Get off me!" I yelled and he took advantage of it by putting his lips to mine. I tried to pull away but his arms wrapped around me and held my head steady where it was. I felt like vomiting, my stomach twisted as he parted my lips with his tongue. He moved his left hand from my head to my ass and gave it a firm squeeze. I widened my mouth slightly and then bit down on his tongue. He let go and groaned in pain, putting his finger to his tongue to check for blood. I didn't get far as he grabbed my arm and squeezed, I yelped and he pulled me close then took his other hand and put it over my mouth. My breath was heavy and I felt tears threatening my eyes. "Now baby girl, do something like that again," he started to say then got closer to my ear, "and I'll have to punish you." His voice was firm and deep, more serious then I had ever heard it. 

My mind flew back to when I was in middle school, it was before my mother had found out about how my father took advantage of me and my sister, I would never let anyone take advantage of me ever again after that. Not only had he molested me but also my nine-year-old sister. I bit back even more tears as I thought of my father and my sister, it was something I could never forget. I thought back to the current situation, he now had me bent over the desk. I could hear him undoing his pants zipper and I couldn't think of anything I could do at this point. "I promise you'll love it." I heard him say with a chuckle. Anger coursed through me as he said this, I had to find a way to get out of this.

I took a deep breath and kicked backward hoping it would hit him. Sure enough, it made contact and I took this time to turn around and look at him. His penis was hanging out of his pants and he was down on the ground. I ran to grab my stuff and then turned back around, he was getting up. I was still extremely angry and walked over kicking him right in his side. He tumbled over and I looked down at him, "Next time I'll do worse than this." I said a little shaky and walked to the door unlocking it. I walked out and closed the door behind me. I felt the tears start rolling down my eyes so I ran out of the building and to my car. 

I sat in my car and as soon as the door was closed behind me my eyes were like waterfalls. I sobbed and dropped my head to the steering wheel. I knew I had to leave, he would soon be able to get up and probably would come out to the parking lot. I grabbed my keys and started the vehicle while wiping tears from my eyes. I quickly drove out of the parking lot and to my apartment. I got into the building and broke down as soon as I was in my room. I looked at my shaky hands and tried to take breaths through my sobs. Memories I had suppressed for years had resurfaced and it was too much for me to take in at once. 

After an hour or two I had finally calmed down some and got up off of the floor next to the door. I wanted to call Isabel more than anything but I didn't want her to worry about me, and she would ask questions. I couldn't let anyone know about what had happened and I didn't plan on telling anyone. I could still feel his hands on me and how his tongue felt inside my mouth. I walked to the bathroom and quickly got into the shower, I washed my body over and over again until I felt cleansed of his presence. I then brushed my teeth multiple times to get the taste of him out of my mouth. I stared at myself in the mirror, I was a mess, I felt betrayed, angry, and scared. I stared at my long black hair in the mirror thinking back to what had happened, "He liked my hair," I thought. I rummaged through my bathroom drawer and found the scissors. I grabbed my hair as a tear fell down my cheek and cut it short with one motion. I cried as I watched the hair fall to the floor, it was a reminder of what happened and I couldn't deal with it being there after what had happened.