No More Ms. Nice Girl

No More Ms. Nice Girl Chapter Three

When the bell rang, I didn't think I could be any happier. I basically ran out of the room. Rachel was too busy gushing over Ryder, with the rest of the population of the school. I growled. 

It turns out that I had every damn class with this Ryder kid. At the end of the day, I was prepared to hang out with Taylor after school. But it seemed like daddy dearest had other plans. He was outside waiting for me, when the bell rang. 

My breath caught in my throat. "Is that your dad?" Taylor asked. I simply nodded. 

"Oh, cool can I meet him?" Taylor asked, walking up to him. I stopped him.

"Uh. Probably not, I've got to go bye." I said rushing into the car. I shut the door, and immediately began to shiver. It wasn't cold in the car, his presence was.

"Buckle up." He ordered me. 

I did as I was told, without hesitation.

"I had a long day at work today, Zo..." He told me.

He knew he didn't have to say more than that, because I already knew what that meant. Too well.

***

When we reached his broke down apartment, he pushed me up the staircase into, "my" room. Even though I knew that there was nothing that I could do, it didn't stop me from fighting him. 

"Stop fighting me. It only makes it hurt more." He reminded me. 

He laid me onto of my bed, and I scrambled, but he had already brought his knees up to me, causing me to be still.

He unbuckled his belt, and slipped off his pants. I shut my eyes tightly. 

"Open your eyes." He commanded me. 

I didn't respond, until I felt a wave of heat strike me in the face. He had no doubt slapped me. The pain was gone within a few seconds, but once again his touch never left my body. I could still feel the friction in my cheek. I knew it would leave both an visible and invisible mark on my body. 

"Oh you want to play like that?" He asked me. I knew it was a rhetorical question, because he didn't wait for me to respond before he had grabbed the rope. 

My legs were tied to the poles, spread of course. And my arms were tied behind my back. I couldn't even squirm a little bit. 

He had already undressed me. And I watched his eyes graze over my teenage body. 

He ran his fingers up and down my bare stomach. "Oh.. Zo, you've grown so much." He whispered, before climbing on top of me. When I felt him come into me, I shut my eyes tightly, hoping to disappear , but of course, I didn't.

I screamed, and shouted, and begged him to stop. Everyone told me sex, was supposed to be a beautiful thing, then why did it hurt so much? So badly? I cried, I thought to myself, why me? Why was he able to take advantage of my body God?

I didn't get a response, I wasn't expecting one either. 

He thrust in harder, his sweat dripping on to my body. My throat clogged, and I wanted to throw up. But I knew it would only cause me another strike across my cheek. Another bruise, another mark. 

He suddenly stopped, and I let myself take a peek at him. His eyes bore into mine, and I had to turn away.

"I love you Zo," He told me, kissing my lips. He kissed them again, and then again. I tried to bite my lip, but he had already thrust his tongue into my mouth. I coughed, and gagged to no avail. He kissed lower, and lower, and lower, and lower. As I screamed higher, and higher, and higher, and higher. 

It wasn't of pleasure, it was of plain disgust. I wanted to die, right then and there. 

"You know you like it." He teased me. I avoided his eyes.

You know you like it......

You know you like it.....

You know you like it.....

Those words gave me a flashback. Back to the day when he had tried to force me to give him oral sex. I remember that day. It was before he had thought of the ropes of course. 

He tried to keep me still, but I wouldn't budge. I kneed him where 'the sun don't shine' and he scolded me in the face. It blew me back onto the bed. 

"You are going to kiss it, and make it all better..." He told me. 

The he whipped it out, and I turned away, only to have him shove my face forward.

"You know you like it...." He had said to me. 

***

I shook my head, I was now back into reality. He winked at me, then kissed my forehead, got dressed, then left the room. 

"I'll let you rest. I might just need a round two." He smirked at me.

He left, then locked the door behind him. Of course he hadn't untied me, nor dressed me back into my clothes. He left me crying, praying, naked, and tied in his apartment. Alone.

He probably went out to drink with some friends. I checked the digital clock on my right, it read 6:00. I wondered how it had gotten so late.. 

School ended at 3:15, I know pretty late. The ride to his house was about 45 minutes, adding traffic. 2 hours. I was raped, for two hours. That was a new record. And he still wasn't done with me yet.

The events were replaying in my head, I tried to slap myself, you know to try and stop myself, but there was nothing, nothing at all that I could do. 

I was alone.

Pulling on the ropes, I found that blood began to trickle down my wrist. I pulled harder, more blood. Harder, even more blood. I cried, but it felt good somehow. 

Sometime that night, I fell asleep. 

***

When I checked the clock, it read 12:00 AM. I was awoken by aloud noise. Daddy was home, and he was drunk. 

I hated when he was drunk. It was the worst time. My stomach rumbled. It was not the time to be hungry. I heard footsteps in the distance. He was getting closer. 

I struggled with the ropes, but found that if I twisted my mouth could reach it. My teeth ripped the rope, and it came loose, I quickly untied the knot on my feet. How come I hadn't thought of this before?

I jumped off the bed, and threw on my clothes, just as the door unlocked, and he stormed in. My face dropped. 

He walked in, his eyes piercing through my skin.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" He asked in a sing song tone.

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