TRIGGER WARNING
This chapter contains scenes of sexual assault and non consensual actions.
Please read at your own risk.
The three of us threw glances amongst eachother and looked up at the menu. Kenny stepped forward.
"Can I get-uhhhh..." he began, ending in a stupor.
We stood there in an awkward silence while deciding on what to get. Me and Craig exchanged a glance and I tapped Kenny's shoulder.
"Let's just get a 20 piece nugget and 3 large cokes." I tell him and then look over at the cashier. "How much will that be?" I step forward.
The cashier tapped a few buttons on the cash register and smiled.
"Your total is 9.50 for a 20 piece mcnugget with 3 large colas." she said handing me the check.
I hesitantly took it and gawked back at the two with a worried look on my face.
"I don't have any money on me." I whispered, pointing to the bill.
Craig had the "are you fucking kidding me?" look on his face, recognizing my usual behavior and dismissing it as typical. Kenny on the other hand was laughing his ass off.
"I don't either." he snickered glancing over at Craig.
Craig held his temples, massaging them gently while Kenny continued attempting to hold back his laugh and doing a terrible job at it. Tucker threw a glare at Kenny and sighed. He fished around in his pockets, pulling out a 20 dollar bill. He gave the cashier the money and waited to collect the change.
"Can you get us a table? I'll go and try not look like I'm homeless." I said glancing back at the two.
Without another word I headed towards the bathroom.
Upon arriving at the destination, I noticed that the door handle was unnusually shiny.
Ew.
I did some strange hand motion and managed to open the door with my elbow. As I entered I was met with my reflection, and believe me when I tell you that I looked like absolute shit. My hair was covered in pieces of dried up dirt and my previously white shirt was now covered in stains of blood and mud.
Yikes.
In a weird way I was kind of embarrassed that Kenny had to see me like that...
What the fuck am I thinking?
I don't give a shit about what that McCormick kid thinks of me!
Ughhhhh...
I groaned and opened the faucet. I began washing my face with some good ol' McDonald's soap, which was probably dish soap, when I heard the door to the bathroom open. Paying it no mind, I continued rinsing off the now soapy mixture of blood and dirt off my face when I felt a hand be put on my shoulder. I glanced up at the owner of the hand and saw a guy with greasy long hair and two others behind him.
"Oh-I thought this was the women's restroom, sorry." I stood up straight and began walking to the door when the guy with a green snapback blocked the exit with his body.
Don't tell me these are one of those special assholes who think they are entitled to everything.
"No need to apologize, we're just here for a good time." I glanced back at the other guy and my brows knit together.
"Okay, but tell your friend to move out of the way." I crossed my arms and threw a glare at the two.
"Feisty, I like it." the long-haired guy smirked.
Wow, this guy seems like a total dick.
"Fine, I'l just tell him myself." I turn to the other guy who was blocking the door and smile. "Hey asshole, get out of my way." I say sternly.
"Or what?" he grins, seemingly amused.
His face looks so punchable right about now.
"Or I'll take that god-awful fucking hat and shove it right up your ass." the grin on his face faded.
"Girlie, you might want to chill out a bit." I heard the long-haired douche say from behind me.
"And why the fuck would I do that-" as I turned around to face the other two, a knife was brought up to my throat and I paused.
"You also might want to think twice about finishing that sentence." his smug look was annoying me more than ever.
"Tch. Fine, what do you want? Because I don't have any fucking money." I scoffed.
"Watch your tone, missy." the one with the knife threatened.
"And who said we wanted your money?" I felt a hand wrap around my waist as the guy in the snapback was now pulling me closer to him.
He reeked.
"Yeah? Then what to do you want from me?"
"From you? Nothing, but we can provide something for you." the knife from my throat was slowly moved down to the collar of my white shirt, gently tugging at it and creating a couple of loose threads.
And at that moment I remembered that my dumbass forgot to wear a bra.
"You wouldn't dare." I clenched my fists and bit on the inside of my cheeks, keeping my composure stable.
The three of them began laughing and I felt myself get closer to the edge.
I've never been in these types of situations before and well to say the least I was scared. Terrified even.
Fuck.
This isn't good.
I closed my eyes and breathed slowly, gathering all my courage for what's about to come.
While they were still distracted with laughter I picked my foot up and with all my existing force stomped down on the foot of the guy behind me. A loud groan was heard through the spacious room as I beelined for the door.
"You bitch! I'll fucking kill you!"
Before I even reached the exit a hand pulled me back by my hair. I fell to the floor with a low grunt, struggling to get back up. The long-haired guy held me down by my neck, applying enough pressure to the point where I was practically choking. My arms kept repeatedly pushing him off me until they were held down by the other two, as well as my legs.
"L-let me g-go." I choked out weakly, struggling to breathe.
"Not so brave anymore, now are we?" he smiled cockily, toying the knife around in his hand.
I felt my eyes begin to water, but I kept myself from crying.
"God, you're such a fucking tease." he held my face in his hand, forcing me to look at him. "Let's see what we have here~"
He led his hand down to my chest and pulled off my hoodie.
Shit, fuck, fucking fuck.
"Help!" I shouted out, my voice shaky. "Please someone!"
"You can scream all you want sweetheart, no one's coming for you."
He slipped his hand underneath my shirt and his grin widened. I felt my body tense up and a deafening ring in my ears.
"Ooh~" he ran his hand down my bare chest. "I see someone came prepared~"
"Slut." called out the guy in the snapback.
I couldn't control myself anymore, tears began streaming down my face as I kept trying to break free.
This whole thing feels so surreal...like a never ending nightmare.
I shut my eyes tightly in an attempt to wake up.
A/N: okay yea i have some explaining to do
basically wattpad got blocked in my country so i was unable to update but i finally fogured out how to make it work with vpn (i tried before as well idk why but it wasnt working)
now im back
for good?
probably not.
this is not a story that im really 'passionate' about but its fun to write sometimes.
ill try to update but no promises
also sorry for the uncomfortable chapter
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