Not a him (Editing)

chapter 19

"Let go of me," I screamed as they pinned me to the bed.

They just ignored me and kept on.

"Now see what happens when lead people on. I always thought that you were a guy, but now that I know, your mine. And always will."

"No, no please. Please don't do this please," I pleaded as he got on top of me.

I felt a sharp pain in between my legs, telling me that it was to late.

"NO," I screamed as I shot up from the bed.

I had told Nash what really happened two days ago, but he was still pissed and I still felt guilty for lying to him.

Why would I tell him that I was almost raped. He wanted the truth but I gave him something else.

I'm such an idiot.

I just feel like crawling into a ball and crying all day.

But of course my brothers decide to intervene in my guilt.

"SIS, ARE YOU UP," Andy said swinging my door open.

I just glared at him.

"Wow sis are you on your period."

I just rolled my eyes and got out of bed. I felt a slight pain all around my body, but choice to ignore it.

I went to my desk and decided to just put my athletic sweats on.

Oh, I don't think I ever said I was on the basketball team.

I was just about to take my pajama pants off, when something dawned on my.

"Why are you in here?"

"I thought you were asleep...and I thought I heard screaming," his face turned concerned as he looked at me.

The thing that really sucks is that he doesn't know, none of them know. Not even Marcus.

Marcus came in when Dexter had finished with me. I just told him that they haven't done anything to me yet.

"Just a nightmare."

"Oh...ok," he took one last look at me then left.

I quickly put on my sweat pants and and a attack on titans t-shirts on and left with my backpack, phone, and headphone in my ear, blaring music.

As I stepped out myroom the burning in my body slowly intensified.

Maybe I am on my period...wait, supernaturals don't have that...oh well I'm pretty sure I'm just sore from my game last night.

I continued to walk to my car ignoring everyone.

Getting in my car I speed to the hell I call school.

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Why can't it be 7th period already.

Right know I'm suck in....drum roll please......3nd period.

And I'm in a lot of pain for some reason its weird.

"Hey man stealer," someone snapped from my left.

I thought it was supposed to be individual work.

"Hey I'm talking to you," the female voice said as she throw a eraser.

I kept my head down still doing my work.

"What do you want."

"I just wanted to ask you a question."