April: Palo Alto

Chapter 1/(?)

I know I smoked more than any of the girls here. Everyone knew. But this night was different. Mr. B forced himself onto me. I tried to say no.

"April you've been distant. I know it's hard to keep it a secret, but it doesn't mean you cant keep it." Mr. B said. He stepped forward, and kissed my lips. He closed his eyes; I didn't. It progressed into kissing my neck, and I kept my eyes wide open.

"Stop, please," I begged him. He didn't stop. Mr. B didn't listen, and he slowly slid my shirt off my shoulders. I started breathing heavily.

"You're fine, April," he whispered as he kissed my stomach. A tear rolled down my face as he tries to pleasure me. I felt a shot of misery blast through my body. He lead me to the couch, but I didn't move.

"You're being unreasonable," Mr. B said sharply. He grabbed my had and pulled me towards the couch. He pulled my pants off as my legs went numb.

"I told you to stop." I said as a few more tears leaked from my eyes. He looked up and kissed my inner thighs. I silently cried as he slipped off my underwear, and I tried to tense up to not feel anything.

He finally finished, and tried to lay next to me. "I told you to stop." I said as I put my pants and underwear on. Mr. B grabbed my shoulder but didn't say anything. "Don't you ever touch me again," I told him as I walked out the door without a shirt.

I drove my car to the bridge, taking long drags of my cigarette. I knew I only had a bra on, but I never bothered to put back on a shirt. I stood at the edge of the road as the cars almost touched my feet.