I woke up to intense pressure behind my head, pushing my face into my pillow. I couldn't breathe, I started to panic and flail around, but realized i couldn't move my legs. Suddenly my head was lifted off the pillow and I started gasping for breathe. My scalp hurt, which I realized was because my head was being lifted by someone pulling my hair.
I tried to look behind me, even though I knew who it was, but I couldn't look with the tight grip he had on my hair. Suddenly there were lips on my ear that whispered "Miss me?". I suddenly was so angry with myself. I knew better that Charles wouldn't have forgotten about the shove. Why was I so stupid to sleep here. I felt like screaming at myself and just everything, but I knew better than to scream.
Charles pushed my head back down to the pillow, this time with my face to the side so I wouldn't suffocate. I could see the clock which read 2:13 AM. Atleast I'd gotten 2 hours of peaceful sleep.
Then he whispered "Now I'm gonna get off your legs, be a good boy and spread them once I do". He scooted off my legs, pulling my briefs off at the same time.
I spread my legs and I immediately felt his member at my entrance. He roughly entered me, no surprise there.
I refused to make a sound or move at all during the whole thing. Though I couldn't contain the few tears that escaped.
I have no idea how long it lasted, it felt like hours. I knew it hadn't because when he left I checked the clock and it said 2:37 AM.
I got up to block my door, as I did I felt fluid run down my leg. My throat constricted, I felt like I couldn't breathe. I knew I was having a panic attack and from experience what would help me. I got to my ensuite as fast as I could, locking that door as well. It was a useless thing to do as I knew he wouldn't bother me again, atleast not today. I didn't turn on the overhead light, I didn't wanna see myself, there was a plug-in nightlight which was enough light to move around. I turned on the shower to almost boiling and got in and curled into a ball on the shower floor.
I stayed like that till I felt like I could breathe again. Then I pulled myself together and washed up, scrubbing myself till my skin felt raw. Yet still I didn't feel clean, I never truly did anymore. I dried off and went into my bedroom to change into sweats and a long sleeve shirt.
I looked at the clock, it was 4:11 AM. I decided that I could leave for school now and just exercise till the school building opened. I grabbed some clothes I could change into afterwards, just some jeans and a button up shirt. Then I grabbed my keys and backpack and got out of the house as fast as I could.

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I'm Fine (Save Me)
RomantizmCameron Alderidge is 17yo and just started his junior year. Life is pretty great for him, he's popular, captain of the football team, has a beautiful girlfriend, has perfect grades, and to top it off his family is quite wealthy. Then the resident b...