twisted feelings

Chapter One

Storme’s Point Of View

“What?” Tilar said with an angry and surprised expression on his face.

            I slowly and impatiently answered him for the second time, “I am four months pregnant; I am not really that sorry but it’s your baby.”

            “You are lying, we have only been separated for two months and we always used protection when we were together,” he said with anger in his voice.

            I really hate to admit, I knew before we ever broke up but I was trying to wait for the right time to tell him. I hadn’t planned on telling him at all after we broke up but, now I want him to know, I want him to lose everything and suffer with me, and help me, it was his mistake to. Don’t get me wrong I love my baby but I’m still a kid myself. I angrily expressed, “Whether or not you believe me, you are now going to be a father! If you don’t want anything to do with this child, then let me know now, so that when I give birth I won’t have you named as the father. You will also lose all rights to this child for the entirety of its life.”

            “I still don’t believe you, I don’t want anything to do with you or that child.” He answers calmly as he points in disgust at my stomach.

            I scream at him ignoring the fact that we are still in the hallway at school, “I am pregnant with your child, you know what forget you, and I will raise this baby on my own.” I slowly and calmly lower my voice, “If you change your mind, I have an appointment at five o’clock in Bakerton with Dr. Jonathan Burns. This appointment is one of the most exciting and important one yet; we get to find out the baby’s gender.”

Peyton’s Point Of View

            Mr. Rodriguez ran down the hallway yelling my name, interrupting the conversation I’m having with my best friend. Storme and I were discussing what she had blurted out in the hallway. “Mrs. Cunningham, can I talk to you in private, it’s about the project you turned in earlier?” He coldly asks me.

            “Yeah, sure… um… Mr. Rodriguez,” I answer him back while shrugging to Storme.

            So I followed him down to the basement classroom. As I walk in the classroom he walks behind me and locks the door. Then he coldly looked at me and told me it was so that we could not be interrupted; as it’s a private conversation. “I want you to be with me, I want to be the one to cherish and love you,” he yells at me.

            I run for the door, but it won’t unlock from the inside; I must need a key, with no other exits, I was hopeless. He yells for me to sit down and I am so scared I have no other choice rather than accommodate his demands. After I sit down, Mr. Rodriguez comes over and forces his tongue into my mouth; he then slowly leans on top of me, causing me to be in a full on laying position. He then begin to jerk my pants and underwear off, while he gropes my boobs and shoves his fingers into me. Through it all he manages to somehow take off my shirt and bra, along with his own clothing. I close my eyes and try not to look or cringe as he climbs on top of me once again this time inserting himself into me. I cringe and cry as he went in and out repeatedly for almost three hours, all the while I scream. When he finally climbs off me I am so sore that I cannot move. He unlocks the door only after half redressing me; all the while he shoves himself inside me once again, and fucks me extremely hard while I stand against the table. Then I finish redressing myself before he forces me into a blow job. While I leave he begins to clean up the blood and cum off the table and floor.