Fear

16.

I slowly shut the door behind me, sighing. "Danielle," I hear Dad say from inside the living room.

"Yeah... it's me," I admit. I hear him rapidly get off the couch, rushing into the foyer.

"Thank God you're okay," He exclaims, pulling me into a warm hug. He sighs in relief, before we pull apart. "What the hell happened to you?"

"It doesn't matter now. You wouldn't understand. You wouldn't believe me. All that matters is that I'm alive," I sigh.

"You know what... you're right. All that matters is that you're alive. Just... please don't disappear on me like that. I don't want you to be the next missing kid. Okay?"

"Okay," I nod.

"And... go take a shower, you smell like a sewer," He jokes, laughing. I give him a nervous smile, before heading upstairs to my room.

Once I'm upstairs, I shut my door, sighing.

"Hey."

I jump, when I hear the voice come from behind me. I spin around, my eyes widening when I see Victor standing in my room. "What the actual fuck?! How the fuck long have you been in here? How'd the fuck did you even get in here," I exclaim.

"Window."

"Why the fuck are you in my room?! Get out," I snap.

"No. You see, I'm still angry that you hit me in the damn head with a rock. It still hurts and now... I want my revenge," He says, stepping closer to me.

"It's like you're asking for me to shout for my dad," I hiss.

"Trust me, you don't wanna do that," He chuckles.

"And why's that?"

"'Cause... I know that you're all alone and vulnerable now. I know that your group of losers has broken up, so there's no one around to protect you anymore. So... if you yell for your dad, it won't matter. I'll climb out the window, and I'll get my revenge another night. Whether that means sneaking into your room and fucking you or catching you when you're all alone and fucking you or not. I'll still get my revenge, so.. might as well get it over with now, right?"

My back hits the wall, and I let out a shaky breath. His arms stretch out on either side of me, and he leans down, forcing his lips onto mine. His chest presses against mine, and he grabs my wrists, pinning them back.

I clench my fists, trying to rip one of my fists free, as he shoves his tongue into my mouth, forcefully.

I try to raise my knee to knee him in the balls, but he traps my legs, so I can't move. "Do you feel me? I'm so hard right now," He whispers into my ear, before trailing his lips down my cheek. His lips reach my neck, and he leaves sloppy, wet kisses all over my neck.

However, the sloppy kisses turn into harsh bites and rough sucking. "P-Please stop," I beg, as he releases my wrists. One of his cold hands runs up my top, and the other slides through the waistband of my underwear, tugging at them.

After a few seconds of fondling, he pulls me away from the wall and spins me around, pushing me towards the bed. "Please, don't do this, Vic," I beg. He spins me back around and pushes me down onto the bed, ripping my top off. He leans down, forcing his lips onto mine, as he pulls my shorts down. I feel his fingers slide through the seems of my underwear, and he chuckles.

"You sure you don't want this? 'Cause your body says otherwise," He moans, attempting to slide his fingers in.

"NO!" I quickly loosen one of my legs up enough to knee him directly in the balls causing his grip to falter. I push him off me, pulling my underwear and shorts back up and grabbing my top. "If you EVER, and I mean EVER... try to touch me again, I will fucking kill you. Stay the fuck away from me, Victor."