Chapter 2 #6
My nails drug along his back and he raised my leg, ripping my tights.
His fingers wandered a bit, meeting my aching center.
“Wait,” I gasped. Montey didn’t listen and pressed his pelvis against me, making my spine grind against the closet wall.
“Stop.” He didn’t listen. He just kept touching me…
feeling my body with his hands. “S-stop!” I tried to push his body off mine, but instead he shoved me harder into the wall and grabbed my wrists, pinning them both above my head.
The excitement I felt immediately dissolved as panic set in.
“Please,” I begged. “You’re hurting me.” Montey ignored me completely.
Instead, I sat there helpless as I listened to the sound of his belt unlatch.
“No,” I breathed. His dick pressed against my thigh.
I struggled to break free, but he only hurt me more, determined to get off.
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I began to drift away from my body. I felt like I was riding a wave, struggling to keep my head above water. I needed to get out of the closet.
“Stop,” I slurred. “Please…I–I need air.” Montey’s mouth slammed into mine as I choked on his tongue, wondering where the piercing he usually wore went.
He shoved it deeper down my throat and I gagged on his spit.
“I said stop!” My teeth clamped down on his lower lip and I listened to him groan loudly, squeezing my wrists tighter.
Blood pooled into my mouth and seeped all around my teeth.
Drops of it slid down the back of my throat and I felt sick. Really sick.
“Fuc—” I gagged, nearly vomiting.
Montey pulled away immediately and I gagged again, this time lunging forward.
I tripped and hit the basement door, falling to my knees as it swung open.
Everyone in the room reacted as I ripped the blindfold off and vomited all over the basement floor.
A good amount of the partygoers just stood there and laughed at me.
My eyes burned, tears streaming down them as I looked up to see Ryder, Token, Lavender, Sybil and Montey all staring down at me.
Wait…how did—
“Fucking Christ, Sybil,” a man’s voice shot from behind me.
“I thought you said this freak would be easy?” The man fixed his pants and stepped from inside the closet, and into view.
He had messy blonde hair and was covered in tattoos.
He looked down at me with disgust, stepping over my messied body as I fought back tears.
“You owe me.” He walked over to her. “Pay up.”
Sybil pulled a small wad of cash from her pocket and handed it to him. “A bet’s a bet.”
A bet?
“What the fuck?!” I wiped my mouth and stumbled to my feet.
Something was wrong with me. I felt dizzy and like I’d pass out if I sat still for too long.
“What–what did you do?” My hands gripped my skull as I tried to steady my brain.
“What is this?” My eyes frantically moved from the twins to Lavender.
The three just lowered their gazes as if they had no power to stand up and speak out for me.
I looked at Montey, silently begging him to explain what was happening, but he refused to look at me.
“What the fuck is going on?!” I felt something on my thigh and glanced down to see a small stain.
My face twisted in horror, knowing exactly what it was.
Sybil pressed her lips together and stepped towards me. “Looks like one of you had a good time.” She wiggled my plastic cup in her hand. “I guess you can’t handle a little liquid ecstasy.”
She…she fucking drugged me?!
Anger seethed through my pores and without a thought, I swung my arm, slapping the ridiculous smile off Sybil’s face. The sound of my hand’s impact not only made everyone jump, but sent the entire basement into utter silence as everyone stared at me.
Oh shit.
I instantly regretted what I had done. “I-I’m sorry…I—”
Sybil’s blue eyes burned as she held her reddened face and glared into my soul.
She popped her jaw and immediately slapped me back, knocking me to the floor, right into the puddle of vomit.
My head spun and as I tried to gather myself, Sybil kicked my side, knocking me back down.
I could hear her heavy breathing as she kicked me again.
And again, groaning and holding nothing back.
“Stop it!” Lavender tried to pull Sybil back, but she shoved her into the twins. They all looked at Sybil with fearful eyes. And they all sat back as she continued to kick me some more.
No one stopped her. No one intervened. They all just sat there and watched as Sybil beat me.
Montey finally stepped forward and touched Sybil’s shoulder.
He didn’t speak, only gave her a solemn look.
She pushed him off and fixed her hair before looking back at me, now curled up in a ball on the floor, soaked in my own vomit.
“Get up.” She grabbed a handful of my hair and forced me to my knees.
“I said get up!” She pulled tighter as I rose to my feet, shouting for her to let go.
Sybil glared at me with such hate, as if it was a challenge to not hurt me.
“Did you really think I’d let you hook up with him?
” I didn’t respond. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, “If I ever see you so much as look at Montey again, I’ll fucking kill you.
” Sybil leaned back with the biggest smile on her face.
“Now, get the fuck out of here, freak.” She immediately released me, letting go of my hair.
I looked past Sybil at the faces of my ex friends and my heart completely broke.
Tears ruptured from my eyes and I bolted from where I stood, shoving past the group and running up the basement stairs. Everyone inside laughed as I left and I heard someone call my name. I ignored them and ran through Montey’s house, lunging through the front door and out into the pouring rain.
“Crissa!” I spun around to see Montey running towards me. “Wait!”
“What the hell do you want?” I felt dizzy again.
Montey stopped directly in front of me. “I’m…I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry?” I wiped my wet hair from my face as the rain mixed with my tears.
“You lied to me! You all lied to me! And that–that fucking man in there nearly raped me!” He didn’t speak.
I grabbed my head, nearly stumbling over.
Montey caught me, but I pushed him off. “Don’t touch me!
” Thunder boomed above us. “Don’t you ever fucking touch me again! ”
I felt so fucking sick.
Montey stepped back to give me some room. “Crissa, it wasn't supposed to be like that!” I stared at him in awe. “She said it was supposed to be a harmless prank—I didn’t know he was going to do that to you!”
“A prank?!” I glared at the man before me, the man I once cared so much for and longed to be with. But now, all I felt was hatred. “Fuck you, Montey. Fuck all of you!”
His jaw tightened at my words. “Squish.”
I shook my head. “No. No, you don’t get to call me that.” My chest ached from how emotional I felt. “I hope you all burn in hell, Montey,” I growled. I then stormed off before he could say another word.
The storm raged on, drenching my body as I ran.
I cried the whole way back to my place, struggling to even keep my eyes steady as I found myself standing outside my home, motionless in the thunderstorm.
My head spun and I felt completely lost in some weird, drug-infused reality.
I took a step forward, and the next thing I knew, I was sitting on the edge of my bed.
“What?” I breathed. My eyes slowly adjusted and lightning struck, igniting the room in a bright flash.
There was a trail of mud that led straight into my room and ended beneath my muddy boots.
“H-how did I get here?” I blinked, realizing I was sopping wet from the storm and still wearing the clothes from before.
“Wait…” As my fingertips ran along my torn tights, I began to remember.
Slowly, everything that happened in the basement flooded me and played like a movie in my head as I relived it.
My chest ached from how heartbroken I felt, betrayed by those I once trusted most. My body screamed in agony at the abuse I had endured from Sybil, and my head pulsated from being drugged.
I hated every single one of them, but more so, I hated myself.
How could they do this to me? How?! Why do they hate me?!
I drug my legs onto the edge of the bed and tucked my knees in close as tears poured from my bruised face. “Why,” I cried. “Why?!” My body shook in shame, disgusted and sickened by it all. “What did I ever do to them?” I cried hysterically and caved over.
Everything hurt and throbbed. Everything.
I wanted to stop the pain, to end my suffering.
I wanted to run away and forget everything that they’d done to me…
but I couldn’t. No matter how much I tried, I wouldn’t be able to let this go.
These nightmares would always follow me.
Always haunt me. Every time I’d close my eyes, I’d see their faces and hear their laughs.
There was no escaping this humiliation. Even if I did run, it would always be chained to me.
“I can’t keep running…I–I can’t do this anymore!”
And so…I decided there was only one way left to stop the pain. Forever.