FicWad

I sit on the bed and watch Joe tune his guitar. He gets frustrated and throws it down. I smile and hug him, reassuring him that it’s all right. He smiles and kisses my cheek. I blush as his arms wrap around me. After a bit of passionate kissing, Joe gets a call from Andy. He tells me he’s going to go hang out with him. I shrug. I’ve been trying to catch up on my book anyways. He leaves and I put on my iPod. It’s so loud; I don’t hear the door open. A pair of arms wrap around me. I giggle.

“What’d you forget, Joey?”

“I didn’t forget anything…” a voice that doesn’t belong to Joe says.

I whip around and see Pete, in nothing but his boxers. I take out my earphones.

“What are you doing?”

He smiles and kisses my neck “What Joe wont.”

I feel myself blush “What?”

“I know he’s not having sex with you.” He breathes into my ear “And I know you want it.”

“From Joe.” I tell him firmly.

“Oh? So… if I was to ask to fuck you, you would refuse?”

I nod with a quivering lip “Yes.”

“You would? You’d push me away and tell me that you didn’t want it. And you’d never have second thoughts?”

I nod, feeling my body tense up.

“Well how about we test it?”

NO! Don’t test it then I’ll really be screwed!

Joe. Think about Joe and how much you love him. Pete is just messing with your head don’t let him win. You love Joe. You’re waiting for Joe to be your first.

“Go ahead.” I say much bolder than I feel “Because I love Joe and no matter what you do, you can’t change that.”

He grins, “It’s cute that you’re so loyal. But he’s off with Andy doing… god knows what. Mark isn’t there either. What can you imagine they’re doing?”

“They went to the mall you dill hole!”

“I’m sure that’s what they told you. Why would they say ‘Hey, Mark, Patrick, we’re going to fuck, be back shortly’.”

“They went to the mall” I say agitated. I know what he’s doing and I’m not letting it work.

He shrugs “Whatever believe what you will.”

He smirks and kisses my cheek. I move away. He follows.

“Patrick, honey… I want you. And it isn’t often that I don’t get what I want…”

“There’s a first time for everything!” I snap.

He chuckles darkly “Oh? We’ll see about that Pattycakes…”

He moves closer and shoves his lips against mine. I move away and slap him across the face. His eyes fill with anger and he grabs my arm. He pins me and rapes my mouth with his tongue. I try to push him off, but make no progress. His tongue flicks against mine as his hands begin to unzip my pants. He pulls down my boxers and Wraps his slender fingers over my base. He leans down, taking my length into his mouth. I whimper and take this opportunity to escape. I begin to move and he bites down hard. I scream. He shoves a pillow over my mouth to muffle my screams. He quickly forces me into a position for him to quickly shove in his fingers.

“You’re so tight…”

Tears stream down my face. I’m completely powerless. He shoves in his dick and begins to move. Not be considerate of my pain, he thrusts hard and fast. I think I may be bleeding. If sex feels like this, I don’t want It. After he I through pleasing himself he pulls up my boxers and pants and leaves the room. I cry hysterically. I feel so violated. So ashamed. So weak. So pathetic. So… powerless. I also feel gross. He didn’t use a condom. He’s a slut, so how do I know he doesn’t have HIV? I can’t resist the urge to shower. I jump in and scrub my entire body raw. I choke through tears and I hurt. Any miniscule pride I have is gone. I step out and begin to towel dry myself.

I hear Joe laugh “I knew you’d be in the shower sometime tonight.”

And laughs “Well ya, its Patrick, the shower King…”

I feel my face flush. I can’t face anyone right now.

I sigh and walk out. Joe hugs me.

“I missed you.”

Tears begin to drip out of my eyes “I missed you too.”

If you were here it wouldn’t have happened!

No, I can’t blame him…

“What’s wrong Patrick?” Andy asks.

I shake my head and lay down. I pull the covers over my head and weep. Joe and Andy try to pry what happened from me but I don’t tell. I can’t. Joe ends up crying because I’m so upset, which only makes me feel worse. Pete and Mark walk in.

“What’s wrong with Patrick?” Pete says in a false ‘I care’ voice.

Joe wipes his eyes “We don’t know! He wont tell us!”

Pete frowns “Maybe he’s afraid. Maybe he’s afraid that it’ll make things worse.”

Is he threatening me?

Mark hugs me “Can I ask you something?”

I nod.

“Why is there blood on your bed?”

I look down and blush. I forgot about the blood. I shrug.

Joe checks my arms and legs for cuts of any kind.

“I told you I didn’t cut myself!” I snap through tears.

“Yes but that’s all you’ve told me! Patrick you can’t not talk about what ever this is. Obviously it’s really bad so please… baby tell me.”

I sob, “ I don’t know how!”

He hugs me and rocks me “It’s ok baby… I’m here…”

Eventually everyone else leaves the room and Joe looks at me expectantly.

I sigh “Joe… I really don’t know how to explain it...”

“Well, I do.” He frowns “Who raped you Patrick?” he says softly.

More tears slip down my face “How do you know?”

“The blood, the soar body… the crying. Not wanting us to know… now who did it?”

I look down.

“Well?”
“It was… some guy. I don’t know but he came out of no where.”

You idiot why can’t you just tell the truth?

“Oh my god, really? I thought it was Pete because he kept saying stuff that could be threats…”

I nod “Yeah…”

“Baby I’m so sorry… do you need counseling or-“

“No, I just… you love me right?”

He nods “Of course I love you Patrick…”

“Can I tell you something?”

He nods.

“I’ve lied about a few things….”

He listens intently, holding my shaking hand.