Chapter 30
One shot, two shot, three shot, four.
I’ve got no idea why I even bothered coming tonight. Oh yeah, I remember why. To make sure Gemma doesn’t make any other stupid decisions.
The alcohol burns my throat, and I suppress the gag as memories of what Harry did in the school shower room threatens to overwhelm me.
It all started innocently enough. Hell, I was even up for a snog when things started to escalate. But more than that, no thanks.
Afterwards, he had threatened to tell Owen. He had threatened to spread horrible rumours, and school was my solace.
It was the only place I could go and be myself, where I felt safe. But he threatened to take that away from me.
So, I did what he asked.
I got to my knees and sucked his cock.
My first ever time seeing a cock, let alone sucking it, and it was his. And it was awful.
He had gripped my hair round his fist; he had thrusted himself into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat, and my gag reflex had threatened vomit.
My eyes had watered the whole time; my blood had whooshed through my ears.
And the whole time, I was thinking Owen can’t find out.
Because if he does, he’ll kill him.