Deadly
Games
~Chapter
Eight~
I
was lying in bed, drifting off at ten-thirty.
I had been sitting, waiting, by my phone since I had gotten home
for Trey to call or text.
He didn’t.
So there I was, curled up in a miserable ball, wondering what I
had done wrong.
I was almost completely asleep when I heard an urgent tapping on
my window and Trey’s angry face staring at me.
I quickly got up and opened my window as Trey clambered in.
“God, it’s f*cking freezing out there,” he
gasped as he stood in my room, rubbing his arms with his hands.
He stopped suddenly to look at me. “Well, look at
you,” he smirked, taking in my appearance.
My hair was in a messy bun held up haphazardly by one pony tail,
my face make-up free. My parents had turned up the heat to a
staggering height, so I had put on an old t-shirt and just my
lace panties. I shivered involuntarily as his eyes traveled over
my body.
He didn’t say anything.
He came at me with a look a mixture of disgust and amusement on
his face. His arms wrapped around my body and pulled me to the
bed. He pushed his body on top of mine with such force, pinning
me underneath him.
His zipper cut the skin on my thigh.
He smashed his lips against mine, it was impossible for me to
scream out.
But then again, even if I could scream, would anyone hear me? My
parents were in the basement, the flat screen blaring so loudly,
I could hear it from the second floor.
There was a ringing noise in my ear as I realized what was going
to become of me that evening.
I had only known him for a couple weeks. I didn’t know
anything about him. I didn’t know his birthday, his
favorite band, his parents’ names, nothing. The only thing
I knew about him was his favorite coffee drink.
This was too fast. Everything was going too fast.
I tried to push him away with my hands, but he just slapped them
away. I balled up one hand into a fist and punched him as hard as
I could from the position I was in the side.
He raised his head, his eyes bright with anger. And just like the
time before, he slapped me hard against my cheek. My head snapped
to the side from the strength of the blow, my neck making a
slight snapping noise as I felt myself get whiplash.
With renewed force, Trey unzipped his jeans and tugged them off
with one hand, the other was locked tightly around my throat.
I clenched my eyes, not wanting to witness anything that would
happen next. I felt that if I didn’t see it, it
wasn’t happening.
Instead of pulling them off, like he had done with his garments,
he tore off my panties, breaking the seam. I yelped out as he did
this, the fabric scraping hard against my skin, tearing it open
and starting to bleed.
He smiled twistedly at my pain and slammed himself hard against
my body, pushing himself into me.
Just as I had before with David, I felt myself drifting off. I
was slowly reliving the afternoon in the quiet Biography Room
with David in the chair next to me. The air was a mixture of Ms.
Mary’s Christmas cookies and the mold from the very old
books on the dusty shelves. The lamp in between us would flicker
every so often and when it would, we would look at each other in
amusement, thinking of Ms. Mary and her refusal to switch to
fluorescent bulbs. She said they took away the golden-tones of
the lamp and took away from the overall appearance of it all.
After the flickering would cease, we would pick up on our
conversation once again, laughing and speaking freely,
comfortable with each other. I would say something stupid and he
would laugh, not rudely, but out of pure delight. I would blush
and he would lean over to touch my cheek, saying it was as hot as
the sun. I would swat his hand away playfully, secretly enjoying
his touch.
Another thrust from Trey brought me back to the real life.
But the lingering green of David’s eyes filled my
vision.
Ohhhh snap..
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