Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
a/n :trigger warning for the following two chapters. i was very young when i published this and didn't know how to handle such delicate subject matter, i do plan on changing these chapters eventually, but seeing as it's been oso long i didn't wanna keep the book away from you guys any longer. but the next two chapters can trigger some people so please be aware.
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
'What do you want?' I reply, my heart pounding as I am cornered into my locker,
'We just wanted to welcome you into our school,' Ashton laughs, I shudder as he tucks a lock of my hair behind my ears.
'Yeah, make sure you feel right at home,' Luke adds as he traced the buttons of my shirts.
'What- what the fuck are you doing?' I ask, my voice sounding more scared than I intended.
'Welcoming you,' They laugh..
I push them away 'Let me go or I'll scream,' I threaten which only entertains the them further.
'Baby girl we own the school, your screams will only make me more-' Ashton whispers while he unbuttons my blouse, making my cheeks go red in the invasion of personal space, my cleavage now revealed As they continue to touch me up I push and kick, hitting them where the sun don't shine,
'Feisty, I like it,' Luke laughs as they quickly recover, pissing me off further.
'You guys are fucking rapists, I'm gonna report you to the police, fucking nonces, dickheads-' They laugh even more...
'Babe, I thought you were clever,' Ashton remarks 'But enough playing,'
They grab my arms and restrict my movement, and put me in a position whereby my bust was emphasised.
I felt my cheeks redden with embarrassment 'Let go,' I hiss but my plea falls onto deaf ear as they trace my body, making me feel violated and disgusted, I remind myself not to cry and reinforce my indifferent barrier, Luke begins to trace my inner thigh, and I kick and scream in return to the force holding me down.
Suddenly footsteps approach us and I make a quick prayer in hopes that I will be saved, looking up I see Calvin, his eyes, dark and ruthless, eying my distorted uniform which is now exposing more skin that I deem appropriate.
'See you around guys,' He says in an imperative tone and Luke and Ashton walk away casually, signalling at Calvin beforehand.
I try to re-organise my uniform as Calvin walks closer pushing me against my locker, so close that with every inhale, our chests touch...
His rough big hands trace my inner thigh and my thoughts run wild, my body betraying me...
'Let me go.' I demand.
'You're not the one giving orders, sweetheart.' He replies, looking at me with the same hatred.
