Fantasy

chapter two

I somehow make it to this dumbass school with 15 minutes to spare. I take that time to sit in my first class, working on a new sketch in my digital notebook. 

All my books and note are downloaded to one device, so I didn't have to stop by my locker. Honestly I would be lying if I said I knew where my locker even is, I haven't been to it since my first day of freshman year. With it being my senior year, I'm used to it by now.

I lift my head as people start making their way into the room being annoyingly loud. If it wasn't for the fact that using your dominance in school is prohibited I would use it to make everyone shut the fuck up. Who needs to be this loud so early in the morning? Nobody.

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The bell rings and everyone rushes out the room on their way to lunch. Misogynistic males making vulgar "jokes" and struggling to push each other out the door. 

My friend Liam is standing by my desk, waiting for me to pack my things. I stand, shrugging my backpack on while slipping my phone into my pocket. I glance at him and my eyes are drawn to the blue collar around his neck. I think it's tacky, cheap, but if he likes it, I shrug to myself.

"I can't sit with you at lunch. I'm so sorry. Its just Matthew wants me to ditch the rest of the day with him and you know I can't say no." He rambled on but I stopped listening. It's always the same thing, every since Matthew and him made it official. I hate Matthew. He takes up all of Liam's time, plus he's annoyingly nice to everyone. I just don't trust super happy people. Like, what are you hiding, dead bodies? 

"I'm really sorry Desa, you know I can't help it. How about we all hang out this weekend?!" He questions, a big smile on his dotted face, like he just solved everything. My face holds no emotion, it rarely does but he's just so stupid sometimes. He can help it. He can just say no. He's just making excuses, like always.  

"I'm not hanging out with you and your fucking owner tomorrow." I say uninterestingly, he cringes at the word owner and frowns. "It's fine Liam, go hang out with your bonded."

He looks at me and genuinely asks, "you sure?"

I nod and watch as he basically sprints out the room exclaiming how much he loves me.

I've never officially bonded with anyone, so I don't really get it. The need to be around them all the time, it all seems tasking. 

In all honesty I'd hate to be a submissive. They get treated worse by our government and even by most dominants who think that submissives owe them something. On top of that they go through this "heat" thing for a week every month. Most switches do too, but apparently they have better control over it. There's medication for it that most take once they hit puberty. If they don't or forget, they probably won't have the best week.

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I walk through the mostly empty hallways. I've decided not to go to the lunch room without Liam. I hate the lunch room anyways. Too many kids in one area, and the foods shit.

I pause my music half way down the freshman hallway. I swear I heard something. Glancing around the hallway, I listen closely, hearing voices coming from the boys bathroom. Normal enough.

Might as well leave, it's probably just some jackasses playing a childish game of whose more powerful. But a sweet smell hits me bluntly, like a ton of bricks. The smells intoxicating, I need to get closer. My feet move me straight into the boys bathroom, the smell gets stronger, and then I start to hear the sound of struggling and cries.

Well shit. 

Three boys that I don't recognize seem to be harassing whoever that smell is emitting from. Two of them holding him down and the third kneeling over him, not a care to his begs for them to stop. 

"Get the fuck off of him!" I demand, watching as they looked towards me with shock on their faces. 

"Look bitch, just turn back around and walk out like you didn't see anything." One barks out. I try and take his word's seriously, but it's hard to when he looks like Ed Sheeran. 

His other friend, a brunette, curses. He drop's the victims arm, hitting the gingers shoulder. "That's Sean Miller's daughter." 

"What?" The ginger glance's to his friend, turning to glare back at me and stand to his feet. "No fucking way, this bitch?" 

I scrunch my face up at his words. What the fuck does that mean? 

"Yeah she fucking is man!" 

As if I'm not even here, they continue to argue. I guess even these rapists know about my father. The one who had been quiet this whole time moves away from the kid. I recognize him, Ryan Ferral, I've seen him at one of dad's balls. Wow, a pretentious asshole is a rapist, what a surprise.  

"Guy's shut the fuck up, and just apologize!" Ryan snaps, gaining both of their attentions. I don't know why he's telling them to apologize that won't change shit.

"Right, haha.. Sorry for um, this." The brunette turns his head to the kid who is literally having a panic attack on the floor, as if he could even hear him, then back to the ginger. He hits the back of his head. 

"What the fuck?" The ginger growls. "The motherfucker came to school in heat. It's not our fault he was asking for it."

"You are literally fucking disgusting." Vile raises in the back of my throat, my head's pounding. I don't even know what to do, nor am I sure what the fuck is happening. 

"He didn't mean that." His friend assured, hitting him once again, harder this time. "Please don't say anything. My dad just signed a deal with yours, okay, and we need the money. So, please."

"I'm not conversating with a fucking rapist." I seethed, glaring at him is disgust. But, even if I did call the police, or tell someone, the kid was more likely to get in trouble. They'd say he should have known better and that the dominants couldn't help it. 

Fuck, this situation is so frustrating. 

"Whatever, just get the fuck out." I clenched my jaw, my nails pushed tightly into my palm as they all rushed out, the ginger laughing. Fucking shit, of course they're just gonna get away with it. I hate this.

Taking a deep breath I walk towards the victim, he's only crying harder now as he tries to move away from me.

"It's okay, your safe, I promise. Did they hurt you?"

He doesn't answer, reaching his arms out for me. I let him push his body against mine, hoping a hug will make him feel better. He lays his face in my neck. I hold him securely while rubbing his back soothingly. His body's shaking, and I can feel his tears falling to my shoulder. 

Poor boy, this is so fucked up. I shush him, trying to comfort him. He sniffles and his cry's become almost silent. And now what? I can't just leave him here. If something like this happened again I'd be to blame, and I can't bring him to my house. I could take him to the cabin. No one but me goes there at this time of the year, and it's pretty secluded. 

The thought of asking him anything doesn't even spring to my mind, especially when I hear him whine for me to pick him up. 

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