Chapter 2
Savannah
The Tracks…
On page Assault-Graphic and intense
On page Rape-Graphic and brutal
Arriving at the abandoned train station, Jeremy puts the car in park and takes another quick bump.
He turns to me with a wicked glint in his eyes and then gets out of the car.
Rounding the hood, he opens my door and pulls me out, making me stumble, causing the bottom of my dress to tear along the rocky gravel.
“What the fuck is your problem tonight?” I sneer, looking at him with narrowed eyes. I hate when he’s like this. Fucking throwing me around like I’m a fucking rag doll. How much more can one girl take before I fucking snap?
“You’re my problem, Savannah. I’m sick of watching you flirt with my teammates, making me look fucking stupid!” he yells as more cars arrive.
“What the fuck are you talking about? You aren’t making any sense!” I shout as he grabs my arms with both of his hands, shaking me.
“Don’t play stupid. You prance around school with those short skirts, shaking your ass in front of my boys. Just asking for them to fuck you! I don’t fucking share, Savannah.”
“What? No! That’s bullshit!” I thrash, trying to push him away from me.
“You’re a fucking slut and a liar,” he snarls, pushing me, making me trip in my heels.
“I think you need to go cool off, maybe go snort some more coke up your fucking nose! And stop pushing me!” I yell, and he growls, charging at me as my eyes widen in panic.
He grips my face, pinching my cheeks so hard my teeth dig into my soft flesh.
A tinge of copper hits my taste buds as he squeezes tighter.
“What did you fucking say to me, bitch!” he growls, his eyes blown with hatred and the high flowing through his veins. He sniffs before spitting in my face, and a warm, sticky liquid covers my nose and mouth causing me to cry out.
“Stop, Jeremy, please I beg you.” He lets go of my face, only to wrap his hand around my throat, squeezing so roughly I’m terrified he’s going to kill me.
“You’re going to get what’s coming to you for humiliating me these past few months,” he tells me, and my eyes widen as spit drips down my lips and chin. Footsteps against the gravel hits my ears as Jeremy laughs.
“Look at you. A fucking mess. No one will want you after this,” he threatens as my chest tightens. He’s seriously going to kill me tonight.
“Let her go, Jeremy! Now!” Tripp commands, his voice strong and fierce, but Jeremy only tightens his grip. I sink my nails into his skin and kick him in his shin.
“You fucking bitch!” he snaps, shoving me to the ground.
He looks at Tripp as others gather around us.
“What the fuck are you going to do about it, Tripp? Huh? You want to protect the cunt? You have a thing for her?” he accuses, narrowing his eyes at him.
I bring my hand to my throat as I gasp for air.
Getting to my feet, I start to back away as they continue to argue.
“You don’t fucking treat a girl like that, you piece of shit,” Tripp yells as someone comes up behind me, ripping more of the bottom of my dress. I scream, jumping out of my skin as I spin and see Michael, who has a sinister grin on his face.
“Come on, little kitty, I want to play with you tonight,” he taunts.
“I’m not in the mood for games, Mike. Back off!” I demand, but he just laughs.
Looking around, the boys start forming a circle around me while Tripp and Jeremy argue in the near distance.
“Come on boys, it’s time to get what we were promised,” James says to Mike and Fabian as he licks his lips.
My mind whirls as I keep spinning around, trying to get away from them, but they keep stepping towards me, the circle closing in fast. I scream as hands touch me and my dress is ripped from my body.
“Stop! Let me go!” I sob, as my hands are pulled behind my back and someone licks the shell of my ear.
“This can be over quickly if you stop fighting us. You know you want it,” Tony whispers behind me as he unclasps my bra. I close my eyes, letting the tears fall down my cheeks as my breasts spill from the silk. Cold metal grazes my hips as my panties are cut off of me.
“Please, stop. Just let me go!” I beg, thrashing against them.
“It’s a little too late for that, cupcake. James, grab her legs. Let’s go take turns fucking her on the tracks before the girls get here,” Tony tells him.
“Get the fuck away from her!” Tripp yells, trying to shove through the others as I’m carried away.
My eyes collide with his as Jeremy and a few of the others bring Tripp to his knees, punching him in the jaw.
The sound of bones breaking and splatters of liquid splashing against the pavement making me thrash harder against the guys.
“Savannahhhhhh,” he screams, and my heart shatters for him.
“Stop. Just fucking stop,” I beg, but they laugh as their hands roam my skin, dipping into my folds.
I shake my head, squeezing my eyes shut the more places they touch.
They throw me to the ground, and I cry out.
My back smashing against the wooden track, causing fresh tears to pour from my eyes.
My legs are spread open roughly as someone thrusts into me, making me feel like I’m being cut open.
“Jesus, she's so tight! I’m not going to last long at all.
Who's up next?” Mike growls, thrusting in and out of me as James holds my shoulders down and Fabian presses my ankles into the gravel.
I scream into the night air and turn my head, looking for Tripp.
Our eyes collide as Jeremy and a few others drag him over to me.
They kick his knees in, making him fall to the ground, forcing him to watch what they are doing to me.
“Fuck her throat. Use every hole she has. Fuck it!” Jeremy orders, and I scream as Tony straddles my chest, wrapping a hand around my throat, forcing his little cock into my mouth.
I shake my head only for him to slap me in the face.
My vision blurs as I scream. He takes this chance to sink his cock into me and I try to bite down but James squeezes my cheeks just like Jeremy did earlier, forcing my mouth open for Tony to sink his nasty dick all the way in. Tears pour down my face as I gag.
“Yeah, that’s it, you dirty slut. Take my big cock!
” He groans as bile threatens to rise from my stomach.
Mike growls his release and pulls out only for Fabian to take his place.
Tony fills my throat, making me choke, and laughs, still thrusting in and out of me.
Tripp thrashes against Jeremy and Braiden, his eyes never leaving mine as Tony pulls out of my mouth.
Spitting it out, I scream as James slams into me and shoves a finger into my ass.
I tighten around him, trying to force him out of me, but he just tears into me, shredding my insides like sandpaper.
My throat is raw from the brutality it took on top of the screaming.
More cars screech into the parking lot as I hear doors slamming shut. Maybe someone will fucking stop this.
“Shut her the fuck up!” Tatum orders, and my eyes widen.
My heart shatters as I watch her walk up to Jeremy and pull him towards her, pressing her lips against his.
They kiss for a second, then she turns to me with a sneer.
“Surprise, Savannah. Did you think you got to take the captain and the crown tonight? No, no, no!” she smirks, coming up to me, kicking me in the face.
The impact sends my head snapping to the side.
“I hope tonight is the last time I ever see you!” she snarls as warm blood seeps from my nose.
My vision blurs and my head lulls to the side.
Thrust after thrust. Slam after slam. They punish my aching body, using every hole I have to do as they please.
Tatum uses her boots to hold down my shoulders as Samantha presses her stiletto heel to hold down my left arm and Camille slams her heel inside my right wrist. I scream out as my hands go numb while tears and blood continue to leak down my face.
I thought they were my friends. How could they do this to me?
I’ve never been mean to them or made them feel beneath me.
I don’t understand. How is this happening?
“Enjoying the show, Tripp? She’s nothing but a used cum dumpster now!
Enjoy fucking my left overs—Sister fucker!
” Jeremy laughs, and my eyes widen as he connects his knee to Tripp’s jaw.
His head flies back as Tony, Mike, and Jeremy land punch after punch.
My heart breaks watching them beat him up all because of me.
This shouldn’t be happening. Why? I don’t fucking understand.
Suddenly, I’m flipped over and someone else lifts my hips, pounding into me from behind, causing me to scream as Tatum slams my head against the wooden planks.
My vision blurs yet again and the dull lights spin as I try to sit up, but a boot to the back of my shoulder blades forces me down into the gravel.
Once my vision clears, I cry as I watch the boys kick and punch Tripp until his body lays still. No, no, no! Is that their plan? To kill us after raping me?
“Tripp, Tripp,” I yell but he doesn’t move.
Tears fall from my eyes and I squeeze them shut, wanting this night to end.
Just make it stop already. But it doesn’t.
They keep taking turns filling me, and I just want to hurt them all, but I’m not strong enough.
My heart is broken. My best friend let this happen.
She let them hurt me in ways I’ll never forgive.
She helped in this. She’s to blame just as much as Jeremy is.
Why? Why did they do this? I try to think while my body is being assaulted.
I don’t want to be here in the moment. I don't want to feel what they are doing to me so I disconnect. Disconnect from it all. I stop fighting. There’s no use.
The more I fight the more I get hurt. Maybe this will make them stop.
Make them realize what the fuck they are doing and what they will not get away with.
One can only hope, right? That after all is said and done, I’d take me and Tripp home and call the police. Make a report and they would all be put away. Right?
Wrong!
“Nighty, night! Gutter slut!” Tatum spits, and the last thing I see is the bottom of her boot, slamming down onto my head.