My Name is Misty

Chapter 13

Things would get worse from there. Casey would come in my room when he felt like it day or night, raping me, as he wished. Summer was almost over, and the thought of going to school... was good and bad. I didn't want to be around people, but I didn't want to be in this house anymore either. I got to the point of blocking him out, going to a place in my mind, where things were not happening, I couldn't feel the pain anymore. It was my escape world away from my room, away from my house, away from this thing called life. He liked to hear me scream he said though, so most of the time, he would do something to bring out of the place my mind had wandered to just to bring out a scream in me, biting was his favorite, leaving bite/claim marks all over my body, at least where my clothes covered. His absolute favorite was biting and sucking on my nipples until he drew blood from one or both. Then gently sucking on the blood and forcing me to kiss him, saying it made us one.

School started. I didn't have any real friends. I knew kids' names that I went to school with for years, but I doubt they knew my name. I was quiet and stayed to myself. I was now 13 now and felt like life was too long of a life to live. I mean, is this normal? Is this happening to other girls? I look around at the girls in my school, and they are laughing, and hanging on each other and on the boys. Hanging on boys, are they whores and sluts too? My mamma said not to get close to anyone at school, they wouldn't understand me, and my whorish ways. My breasts developed it seemed overnight during the summer. My breast size was a double D at this point. I guess my mother noticed and came one day and threw a few bras and told me to cover up my tits before the boys at school start drooling over me.

I looked around again, and there were a few girls and boys staring at me, as I walked toward them. They turned and whispered to each other while staring at me. I wondered if I had something on my face. I looked up at them, holding my head high. It appeared they were looking more at my chest than my face. I pulled my books up that were in my arms covering my chest and looked down at the ground. I continued to walk toward the group of kids, as my class was right behind where they were standing. As I went to walk around them, one of the boys moved to stand in front of me. I said excuse me, and he just stood there. I tried to walk around him again, and he moved again. I looked up, and he had his arms crossed over his chest, staring at me with a stupid smile.

His group of friends had all walked off, heading to their classes. "Looks like someone grew over the summer in all the right places" He said, as he stared down at my chest. Tears formed in my eyes as he walked around me shoulder bumping me, as I dropped my books. I had to bend over to pick them up, and he watched as I bent over to pick them up. I could feel the weight of my breast pulling my shirt down, as I was picking the books up. I looked up and he smirked and licked his lips and walked away. I ran to class. As I walked to my last class of the day, Health, I thought about this being the last year of middle school. I wondered what high school would be like. I saw TV shows and movies about teenagers, and what they wanted to do. Kissing, and hugging, and holding hands. Boys sneaking hands under shirt to cop a feel of a girl's breasts, and some even sneaking hands under skirts. Girls getting all hot and bothered when boys were touching them in forbidden places. I could not imagine enjoying that. How did they like that?

How were they smiling and melting into the boy's arms?

Focus. I was in Health class. The next thing the teacher said, made me gasp and run to the restroom. Sex education she had said. We would be going over sex education and how the body of a young man and a young woman works. I already knew how they worked, and it was evil. How is the teacher going to tell these students the horror of what happens between and man and a woman? It would all be lies. I went back to class, as everyone stared at me. I sat down and looked up. The boy in the hall, was staring right at me. His name was Paul. I know from roll call; the teacher had called him Paul. He turned around and the girl sitting beside him, turned around and glared at me. The teacher passed out permission slips.

Parents had to sign it saying it was okay for us to participate in the sex ed class. As I was leaving the school, I walked around the building, and ran into Paul. He grabbed me and pushed me against the brick wall. "I saw you staring at me during that sex ed talk. You want me to teach you the ins and outs?" he said as he grabbed a handful of my breast in one hand, and let his other hand linger just above my vagina. All I could think about was stupid FUCKING skirts! One hand continued to aggressively massage my breast as his other hand inched under my skirt. Why couldn't I move? Scream! Run! Do something, do not allow this to happen. I looked at his face, his eyes were as blue as the sky. He brought his lips roughly down on mine, shoving his unwanted tongue in my mouth, the taste of cigarettes, reminding me of Casey. Unwanted tears started slowly running down my cheek. He continued moving his tongue around. Suddenly, my panties were pulled aside, as his finger slipped to my forbidden spot. He gently started massaging my clit, as a warm sensation started flowing in my stomach. He slowly slipped a finger inside me as I whimper. "So wet for me," as he removes his finger from inside me, and stops kissing me, only to pull back and stick his finger in his mouth. "Mmmm so tasty too" That broke the spell. Suddenly I shoved forward, and threw him off balance, which allowed me to run. I ran and got on the bus. I looked back and did not see him anymore. 

I arrived home 5 minutes later, as I was the first to be dropped off every day. I went straight to my room. I was not going to have anyone sign that paper. I won't. I won't be in that class. I threw my backpack up on the dresser, and went to restroom, wash my face, and change into shorts and a loose-fitting t shirt. I came back into my room and stopped. I wondered how fast Casey was. I was still close to the bathroom, and it has a lock on it, since him and my mother had broken the lock on my bedroom door. Could I make it and lock the door before he reached me? I looked at him and looked at the bathroom, and back at him. He was holding the sex ed permissions slip in his hand. I had thrown it on the dresser with my backpack, intending on shredding it and throwing it away, after I had gone to the restroom. I stood there, just waiting for what was to come next.