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-Flashback-

I felt my legs weaken. The football field was wet with dew and the sun was setting. I hoped my legs wouldn't slip under the wet, short grass but then I realized I might just fall from sheer exhaustion. Running was never something I was good at.

I should of figured that Gerald would be waiting for me. I tried waiting a bit back in the girl's bathroom, figuring he would get bored, but I underestimated him. The constant bullying was getting out of hand, my fighting back was almost never successful. The sick fuck almost always could over power me.

I looked back to see him racing faster towards me, picking up speed. My eyes widened and I felt adrenaline pulse through me. I giggled as I felt my pace quicken. Maybe I could make it home this time before he caught up.

I looked forward almost making it to the gate on the other side. I saw it locked, someone already closed up the school's football field. Could I even climb over it? I frantically tried to find another escape.

Nothing, nowhere.

I got to the gate and jumped up feeling my grip feel flimsy and I tried to climb up the maybe foot or two it would take, but I felt arms grab my feet and knock me straight on my back before I could even reach the top.

I screamed in pain and he didn't even take him a second to get on top of me and start punching me straight in my face. Crack after smack, I felt my vision start to fade.

He laughed and spat at me. "Bruised and beaten, really is a good look for you." He reached back into his bag and grabbed out thick rope. My mind was dizzy and the pain from my head was numbing my thought process. He pushed my arms over my head and tied the rope around my wrists tightly and mercilessly. He laughed as he stood up and grabbed hold of my hands and dragged me under the school's bleachers. The grass wasn't so rough on my back but the thin fabric of my shirt wasnt going to save me from the pain and scars from being dragged across concrete.

I felt my vision start to turn and fade. A smile was starting to come across my face. Looks like I wouldn't be conscious for this verbal and physical beat down.

He acted quickly and smacked me hard across the face. "Stay awake, bitch"

My eyes widened but my vision only started to blur again.

He kicked my side and reach in his bag. I turned to my side and threw up, coughing, feeling my body only start to weaken and the pain start to numb.

He pulled out a water bottle and poured it all over my face, the cold water snapped my mind out of its trance. Like that, I felt every bone rattle in my body, my muscles tensed and my eyes shot open. "Fuck."

He pulled me away from the mess and laid me down. He got down to my level. I flinched really hard but he just pulled my hair out of my face. He looked hard into my face and studied it for a few moments. I decided to just deal, I looked down. I could get him back later, now my body was too fucked to even move. This would be over soon, I would be let go.

He pulled my face closer to him and forced me to look at him. "Tell me about your first kiss."

I looked to see a faint smile mocking me, I wanted so bad to wipe it off his face. I felt my cheeks heat up and my embarrassment peak. I never even had mine yet. Being an older teen, it almost hurt my pride to have to tell him. I choked slightly on my spit as I tried to swallow it down.

I just shook my head in attempt to get him to shut up.

"Haven't had yours yet sugar?" He said starting to laugh. I just sighed and felt my eyes water, I didn't need this. I didn't need to be mocked, I rather deal with a beating than his humiliation.

He got closer and our noses brushed. I tried hard not to vomit all over again.

"If you resist or even act like you even slightly don't want this, I will break your fucking legs." He mused.

My eyes widened as I felt his lips softly meet mine. One hand was caressing my face, the other on my hip keeping me grounded. I didn't really know how to react or what to do, but I knew I needed to make this good.

I felt his lips move on mine, making his pace fasten. I tried to meet his kiss but my inexperience left mine sloppy and timid. He pulled away, a smug grin on his lips. He grinned showing his teeth. I closed my eyes, hoping I would open them and be away from this situation.

Before I could get the chance to, his lips matched mine again, this time, his lips were moving faster, wider. I felt myself get more comfortable, matching his lips and movement. I tried to imagine someone else, someone gentle and beautiful. Blonde light hair, tan, rough skin, light blue eyes, I trailed off making someone else up in my mind that was the complete opposite of Gerard.

His hands started running up my sides, he started lightly scratching my bruised sides and biting my scabbed lip through the kiss. My vision was being ruined but I tried, I tried to keep my sanity. Remembering this would be over, I would get my revenge.

I let his hands move over my body, until I felt them lower to a place more private. I yelped out softly. "No, no, no, no" I repeated through the kisses that were staining my lips and tainting my day dreams.

He shifted and straddled on top of me. "Listen, you're going to fucking do what I say, alright? And I need you to shut the fuck up and act like you want this."

I grimaced and my eyes widened with fear, this has gone too fucking far. He can't just take this from me, he can't invade my space like this. How could he expect so much from me?

I tried moving my body in anyway but there was no hope to get away. "No, just, please, anything else." I said, feeling pathetic. I felt my anger at myself rise but I knew, I would get him back later. I could destroy him in some manner, I know I could. I racked my brain for an idea and remembered his art profolio being in the art dresser. We didn't have art together, but I knew about his passion. His art, his comics they would all fucking burn.

He laughed at me as he came closer, "No, sorry, dear, this is what I want, all I want right now in fact." He looked so strange and bewildered. He came near my ear and whispered, "I'd prefer if you would say my name and act like a good girl for me. If you scream, bite or fight, I promise you'll regret it. I'll be so very gentle though if you moan for me."

I shivered as he started to nibble on my earlobe.

I tried to swallow my pride, everything I wanted to do. I tried to think hard about my plot for revenge. It would only be fuel to this fire, but theres nothing left he could take after this. He moved his hands down to play with my waistband. He started to start kissing and sucking on my neck. I felt disgusted but allowed a moan to escape from me. I closed my eyes and tried harder to imagine the concrete being as soft as a bed. I tried to vision the lips kissing me, someone else's. Someone who loved me. Someone who cared about me. Someone who did the cliche things in movies that I always dreamed about.

He lifted up my skirt that ran past my knees and there was a pause. I could almost feel him examine my thighs. They were covered in self inflicted scars and I tried so very hard not to allow myself to be any more embarrassed than I already was. I expected him to say something, something that would make me cry and kill me from the inside. I held my breath expecting the worst but instead I felt him lower himself and kiss my legs, up and down. I heard a faint murmur under his breath, it sounded like a sorry, maybe it wasn't.

He untied my binds and looked at me with a completely changed expression. Soft almost.
He stood me up and just shook his head, "Go home." He walked the opposite direction that I needed to go and I felt shock course through me.

I didn't need his fucking pity though, I tried to wipe my face. But blood and dirt was already crusted over. I sighed as my bones and muscles felt weak. I wanted to be thankful, but the moment I thought that, I knew I shouldn't be fucking thankful someone was kind enough not to rape me. Thats not how things worked. His artwork was going to burn. Fuck him. I didn't need his pity. I'm going to show him.

I walked home, angry tattered and beaten, but I knew no one at home would even give me a second glance. I didn't matter. He was going to get it.