Badass Boys School
Imprison in a boys school
Axel went first. He actually was the least violent one. Perhaps he was preparing me for the painful experiences I was to have with Blade and Frank. He pinned my body down and...Damnit. I can't even describe how they did it. The only thing I was sure of was that it took hours. By the time Frank shoved me out the door into the hallway, it was way past curfew.
I walked down the hall, attempting to locate where my dorm was, tears welling up in my eyes.
When I open the door just a crack, I see them. Mr. Harrison, Zane, Noah, and Adam. They noticed me enter, and my friends sighed loudly. Zane, however, got angry very quickly.
"Where the hell were you?" he yelled. Mr. Harrison put a hand to my roomate's chest to try and calm him down.
At first, I didn't answer. I couldn't. He just asked me where I was; I couldn't tell him I'd just been raped!
How is it posssible to explain
that to someone just after it takes place? Oh, right.
"Uh..." is all I could manage to say. Mr. Harrison glared at me. That disposition of his was instilling hatred in me. "I'm fine," I lied, lowering his head. He just walked out, Noah and Adam silently following him.
Zane didn't give up. He refused to believe what I said.
"What really happened, Drew?" He crossed his arms.
"Nothing," I whispered.
"Don't give me that bullshit." What did he expect me to say?
"Just...never mind." I began walking to my bed. My roommate grabbed my arm and made me face him.
"Don't touch me," I snarled with clenched teeth. We stood there for over a minute, trying to read the emotions in each others eyes. Zane was staring deep into mine as if he could find the truth written in plain, bold English there. Yeah, like I would tell him so easily. He let go, and I lay down in my bed and pulled the covers up to my neck. I turned so my back faced him. Once I stopped moving, I was waiting for his prescence to shift back to his own bed. For what seemed like an eternity, Zane stood over my bed, watching me.
After a minute, Zane got the hint and went to sleep. When I was sure he was asleep, I let the tears fall.
For hours, I stifled back the whimpers and ignored my drenched cheeks.
Before I knew it, I was sleeping soundly. To my astonishment, my roomate never - he didn't even make the slightest implication that he was going to - acted like he was awake. I knew he was sleeping; Zane was a very sound sleeper. I could probably jump out of the window and he would still be fast asleep.
Suddenly, I opened my eyes and glanced around the room. But when I looked at Zane's bed, all there was was a pile of sheets. Where was he?
"He doesn't care enough," a voice said next to me. My hair flipped around as I looked in the direction of the sound. I screamed.
It was Frank.
Frank took my wrists, cuffed them, and hung them on a bedpost.
Needless to say, this was scaring the crap out of me. He pressed his lips against my neck.
"Stop it, Frank. Please," I pleaded softly. But he didn't stop. He didn't even pause. Frank proceeded to repeat, with more intensity and violence this time, the actions of our previous encounter.
I jerked into a sitting position. Horrified, I looked around the room again. Zane was in his bed, sleeping soundly. It was just a dream. Did I even scream while I was unconscious? If I did, then Zane really was a sound sleeper.
The fact that I had been raped affected me more than I thought it would.
Those boys are going to be in some deep shit later.