Class Rebels

Chapter 14

*New stuff in the Author's Note at the bottom*

•Chapter 14•

At first it was a stinging sensation, a burning feeling I got in my nose. It physically hurt. I felt pain. It was only when I perceived the tears brimming around my eyes and finally trickling down my cheeks that I realized I was crying. And the simple realization made me cry even more.

Danny just watched, standing there furrowing his brows in what I believed was shock as my face grew more and more wet. This was so embarrassing.

Tears.

I hated the entire concept of crying, the whole "letting people see me without my guard up" wasn't really my style. I abhorred girls who constantly cried in front of others, yet here I was weeping in front of Danny which only made me feel.. angry.. and lost.

And afraid.

"Jenny, I-" he began, stepping forward, but I couldn't take it. I couldn't handle it right now. I was over-processing and crashing each time I merely inhaled.

"N-No" I stuttered, shaking my head as I backed away from him, eluding contact as I wrapped my arms around my body.

I felt like he could see my scars. Not physically, but mentally. All the stuff I'd been feeling, the neglect, the pain, my entire past. Everything I'd worked so hard to hide, everything I'd strived so hard to build a wall around, he could now see.

I felt ashamed, self conscious, and... naked.

"Go away!" I screeched

I was just so confused. So perturbed. My face flushed. I heard my blood rush, I felt it, I smelled it. The pounding got louder.

Everything got louder.

Memories began clobbering my brain, throwing blow after blow.

"Fuck" I heard him mumble, his voice rang in my ears.

"Stop!" I yelled, then felt a sharp pain in my arm and realized I'd tripped and fallen. Where were my parents? How come they couldn't hear me? My sobbing was so fucking loud. How come they couldn't hear me?

I shrieked again as I saw Danny coming toward me. I tried pushing him off but I couldn't.

I was weak.

I couldn't.

He squatted down beside me then took off his shoes. I guess now must actually be the perfect opportunity to have sex with me. I couldn't do anything to stop it and was frankly way too tired and useless to even move. I watched as he sat in front of me, pulling off my shoes as well. I stayed numb, practically delusional. I could see him clearly but barely even feel the wetness on my cheeks now, let alone what he was actually doing.

My eyes followed his hands as they unzipped the jacket I'd come into the house with. He pulled it off silently, staring at me as he did so.

He was really gonna do this.

I sat dully, traumatized and exasperated as I waited for him to continue undressing me, but he stopped.

Sitting cross-legged across me, he stared at me. My eyes were wide and I was rather jumpy, but still numb.

His face was expressionless.

I continued watching him as he crawled closer to me. I felt him spread himself around me, behind me, letting my head rest on his chest as he positioned me between his legs.