Trigger Warning// Attempt sexual assault/rape.
I woke up with a delicious smell of eggs. At first, I thought it was just a dream because I’ve lived here alone by myself for too long and there’s no way an egg is just cooking itself. Then I realized that Hunter was here now. I got little sleep because I fell asleep yesterday afternoon and needed to catch up on my homework. But after lying on the bed for a minute, or maybe longer, I decided to drag myself and got ready. Dan won’t pick me up today because of a morning practice so I needed to get ready sooner than usual.
He greeted me cheerfully while plating the omelet he just made. “How can you be so cheerful in the early morning?” I frowned.
“Coffee.” He answered, “You want some?” Where did he get coffee in this house? I refused by telling him I didn’t drink coffee while sitting and laying my head on the table. “You can still get a few more minutes of sleep.” He reassured, “There’s still time.”
I shook my head, still on the table, “Need to catch the bus today.”
“Your boyfriend doesn’t pick you up today?”
“Nope. He has morning practice.” I stopped, “How do you know so much about me?”
“Your parents?” he answered in a questioning tone.
“And how did they know?” I frowned.
He appeared on my vision, shrugged, and served me a plate of omelet and toast. We started eating and he said, “I can drive you to school. I don’t have anything to do anyway.”
“Aren’t you going to school? How old are you?”
“Almost eighteen. I graduated early.” He grinned proudly.
“And you don’t go to college because?”
“It’s not that important to me, and I’m already doing what I want.”
“Which is?”
“It’s kind of a long explanation. I’ll tell you later, maybe after school?”
“I have something to do after school and I’m not that interested in you to know what you do,” I said, took my plate, and put it in the sink. When I turned to him, he smiled as if telling me that he knew I was curious about what he was doing. “I need to go now.” He nodded and followed my action and put his plate on the sink.
After him asking if Dan’s a jealous type and me saying no. He insisted to drive me to school in his Taycan – Yes, he proudly told me about his electric expensive car. He dropped me off in front of my school. It’s still early because riding a car was much faster than riding the bus, so few people saw me. But those few people still put their attention to my ride and the guy driving it. Some even took pictures, ugh.
“Don’t come home too late!” He shouted from his open window. I ignored him and went inside.
Brie, a friend in some of my classes and a serious gossiper, walked to me and pointedly asked, “Who’s the hottie?”
“A family friend,” I said, at least that's the one that made the most sense to me. He knew my parents after all.
“Is he single and ready to mingle?” She asked, wriggling her eyebrows.
“Not sure, just meet him yesterday, and he offers me a ride, so why not.”
“Yesterday? But you said he’s a family friend.”
“He knows my parents. Need a place to stay here, so my parents offer him one of our spare rooms.” I gritted my teeth while explaining, still annoyed because of it.
“Does Dan know?”
“About what?”
“That he has competition.”
I shook my head. “He is not a competition.”
“But he’s so hot!” He was hot. But he was on the leaner side, compared to Dan's muscular build. “And that car! Will you introduce him to me if you don’t want him?” Brie pushed.
I smiled uncomfortably, “I’ll ask him.”
***
Sydney dragged me from shop to shop after school, on the hunt to buy new clothes. “You should try this,” She insisted, giving me a pair of bright red bra and thong.
“No, I’m not.” I refused, “Why should I? I don’t need new underwear.”
“Come on, you’ll want to wear sexy undies when you sleep with Dan tomorrow. DUH!”
“I’m not sleeping with Dan tomorrow.” I hissed. I didn’t know why she seemed to have more interest in my sex life than me.
“Then, when will you? You know Dan’s reputation before dating you. He will get bored if you don’t sleep with him, you know?” I’ve heard how he was sleeping around before we dated, but he had been so good to me for weeks, even before we’re official, and didn’t pay any attention to other girls.
“I’ve only dated him for three weeks.” I insisted.
“Which is long enough!” Sydney insisted. “If I were you, I’ll no doubt give in to him on the day we become a couple, maybe even before. I heard that he’s amazing in bed.” She said it like she’s singing it, which made me cringe.
I sighed, “You have had sex before.” I noted, she loved to over-share her experience.
“Which is why I told you to, Dan is experienced, probably the most experienced in our school, he’ll make it special for you. I heard he’s big.” She whispered to me.
“You know more about my boyfriend than me, it’s creepy,” I commented, she shrugged. I ended up buying the pair to make her stop nagging me. I didn’t plan to wear that tomorrow. I said no to unwashed new clothes, especially underwear. Ew!
I dragged myself out of the taxi, with two new dresses, a blouse, jeans, and a pair of wedges. I was drained and all I wanted was a nice hot bath and sleep. “Did you buy the whole store?” Hunter asked me when I walked past the living room. He was watching another cartoon, not sure what it’s called this time. Why was he so childish?
“Ha. Ha. No.” I said, not in the mood.
“Have you had dinner?”
“No, not hungry.” I kept walking to the stairs.
“Want me to make you something?” He shouted, clearly stayed at where he was on the sofa.
“No!” I shouted back. It’s not only because I was tired of shopping, but also because of him dropping me off this morning. I became the talk of the school. The school had never seen a student riding a Porsche before, some students had money, but not as much that the parents let the kids drive a Porsche. Dan was one of the examples. His parents had a successful business in real estate, but his car was a BMW. I didn’t say it was bad, but yeah, you knew what I mean. They’re forgetting the fact that it’s not my car and I barely know the guy driving it.
From the talk, came Dan and Sydney, pestering me with all the questions when they heard about the guy who dropped me off this morning. Sydney and Dan kind of knew my situation at home, if you could call the empty house a home, and Dan wasn’t pleased when he learned that Hunter was staying with me, just the two of us. We made up after I reassured him followed by a made-out session at the farthest corner in the library, I even let him cop a feel. I did feel a little bit guilty for living with another guy, but it’s not like I tried to cheat with Hunter.
***
Dan lived a few blocks away, so I refused his – and Hunter’s – offer to pick me up/ drop me off. I hadn’t seen much of Hunter today. I slept in then I went out with Sydney again this afternoon, treating her for my birthday, as promised. We went to a salon and spa afterward to get pampered. When I came back home, Hunter was gone, thankfully, but just when I went out the front door, he came back home.
“You’re going out again?” He asked, sounded disappointed.
“I have a party to attend.”
He smiled, “I can drive you there, where?”
“It’s close, and I want to walk.” I refused his offer and went out of the gate before he could say anything else.
I thought I came early, but by the time I arrived, some people had been drunk. I sighed, I needed to find either Sydney or Dan, asap. I couldn’t see Sydney anywhere in the living room even though she said she had arrived. I decided to find Dan instead, he would be easier to find since he was tall. As I weaved through the crowd, some people wished me a happy birthday and I thanked them. I stepped out of the way when someone jumped down the coffee table. I was glad I refused to party at my house.
I yelped when a hand appeared from my back and hugged me but when I heard Dan’s chuckled, I relaxed a bit. He smelled like alcohol but when I turned around, he seemed sober enough. “Hey, baby.” He leaned down and kissed me. Then he led me to dance with him. I was not a dancer, so I followed his movement awkwardly.
I finally got a break when he brought me to the second floor which was off-limit to the party-goers. Well, at least I thought it was off-limits, but some couple sneaked upstairs to do something private. It didn’t seem to bother Dan because he ignored them all and kept walking somewhere.
The ‘somewhere’ was his room. It was my first time getting into a boy's room, my boyfriend’s room. I got nervous. It felt like hours before he got his key from his pocket and open the door. My nervousness skyrocketed once he locked the door from inside after we got in then put the key back into his pocket. I could feel my heart thumping in my chest and butterfly in my stomach. “Uhm, why did you lock it?” I asked. He didn’t answer, instead, he propped me up against the door and started kissing me long and hard, with his tongue.
When he pulled back, I was gasping for air. He said, “Because I want to do that and much more, uninterrupted.”
“Much more?” I paled and started to panic. “Dan,” I tried to calm my voice. He would understand if I told him no, right?
“Hmm,” His attention was on my body, not my face. He was clearly checking me out, so much more than usual.
“I’m not ready for 'much more’.” I whispered, he was close enough to hear me, but he ignored it and started to look for a way to undress me. “Daniel!” I tried to warn him, pushing his hand away but he didn’t budge.
No, he didn’t understand. “Don’t call me that.” He sounded angry now.
I could feel my heart dropped and the butterfly died in my stomach. “I don’t want to do this.” My voice trembled and my eyes started to water but I pushed it in. “I am not ready to have sex with you.” My hand reached the doorknob, but it was no use, I saw him locked it just a minute before.
I wish I could open this damn door and just leave.
His glare made me took a step back, but there was nowhere to step back to. “I want to do this now. And as my girlfriend, you are obliged to have sex with me,” he commanded. “I waited too fucking long to fuck you. You’ll taint my reputation if we don’t do this now.” Under his breath, I could hear him said, “Should’ve made you drunk first. Would be much easier. Maybe drugged up a bit as well.” And then he clucked his tongue. He leaned in again, forcing me to kiss him back. He pressed me against the door, and I couldn’t do anything. He was big and tall, and so much stronger than I was. Once again, my heartbeats picked up, not from nervousness, but adrenaline. I hated feeling like this. He scared me, no, he terrified me. It was as if he was a different person than who I knew him before.
When his hand found my zipper again and tried to open it, I tried to push him away, and he flew back a couple of feet back, crashing onto his bedpost. Instinct took over and I pulled the door open and ran out. I kept running and away from his room. I blinked my tears away, I hated it when people seeing me cry. Thankfully, the others upstairs were too busy. I wiped my face dry before going down, where people still enjoyed the party as if nothing had happened. Of course, nothing had happened to them.
I met Sydney when I reached downstairs. “Where’s Dan?” She asked.
“In his room,” I answered automatically. I wanted to rip my skin and got rid of his lingering touch. I wanted to go home and shower, rubbing myself clean of him. I needed to clean my mouth as well. Brush it clean, use some bottles of mouthwash. I shook my head. I tried to force my brain to focus on Sydney, but I just couldn’t. I should tell Sydney what happens, she would cheer me up.
But then I finally able to listen to what she said. I blinked. “Why aren’t you with him? Are you dumb? You should go back upstairs.” She pushed me back to the stairs. “It’s time for you to be deflowered.”
“What? NO!” I shouted. Once again, my heart dropped. She wouldn’t understand, she was the one person who had been pushing me to do it with him. “I need to go. Maybe… maybe we’ll talk later.” I pushed her arms back and walked away, toward the front door.
Before I was out Sydney shouted, “You’ll regret this!” She sounded angry, but at the time, I couldn’t care less.
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