My Dearest Friend

The Rape (3)

I swallowed. “Melvin, please don’t do this.” I beg him for the hundredth time.

“Take your clothes off. I wanna see you naked.” He orders, his voice hard and emotionless.

“Melvin this isn’t you. Listen to yourself!” I yell at him.

“I said. Take. You’re. Clothes. Off.” He shrieks at me. Completely hysterical.

“No.” Surprised my voice is hard and steady.

I see rage in Melvin’s eyes. He takes a step towards me and I take a step back but I fall into the bed that was provided by those morons. Yes, they took me to another room—while covering my eyes—and Melvin was already there. With only his boxers on. Talk about an awkward situation.

“NO?!” He barks at me.

“Melvin. My best friend. Please. Don’t do this to me!” I begged, literally since I was on my knees at this point.

“Hannah, dear.” He started. “I am gonna tell you the truth here. I honestly want to have sex with you. Never in my life would I say that to you. You want me; you have been wanting me for a very long time.” I guess I confirmed it because he kept talking, with a smirk on his lips. “How do I know that, you may ask. Well it’s called rumors. There has been a rumor going on that you have been wanting to get inside my pants” –he looks down then starts laughing, like a freaking lunatic– “oh, what do you know? You already have since I don’t see any. Just boxers.”

With that he moves closer me. He grabs my hands pulling me up. One hand on my waist the other on my face. Our faces so close I can feel his breath on my lips. “Hannah. . .” He whispers.

“Yes?” I ask. All thoughts about pushing him away or him raping me are gone.

I guess this is what love does to you. I figured it could have been worse. One of those dicks could have raped me but I’m gonna get raped by my best friend. Even if that isn’t a plus. I just wished he was himself when he did this to me. What if he doesn’t remember what we did?

“Hannah. . .” He repeats again. I can feel his hands moving lower and lower. When his hands reach my thighs I can feel shivers down my spine.

I let out a moan.

I hear Melvin’s laugh. Sexy and filled with lust.

Slowly yet teasingly he starts pulling my dress up. Up until it’s off. There I am. Only showing my underwear since I didn’t bother wearing a bra because my dress has the built-in bra thing.

“Breathtaking.” Melvin said, his voice and look with so much admiration. I didn’t know if I should feel virtuous or frightened.

My hands were in his chest. I didn’t know what to do with them. Should I move them, or what? Damn, I wish I knew what to do. I must look like a moron.

As if reading my thoughts Melvin said, “Let me take control. I know what I’m doing.”

Since I couldn’t talk I just nodded my head.

“Melvin, I’m scared.”

“I know just let me take control.” He whispered.

I nodded.

I guess part of me came to reality and to my senses because I pushed Melvin away.

“What the fuck?” He barked at me.

“I’m sorry but I can’t do this.” I couldn’t. What if he doesn’t remember but only I do. I know that he doesn’t know that I love him love him but still.

“We are doing it whether you like it or not!”

“I can’t make love to you if you aren’t yourself.”

He laughed and right there and then my heart broke into a million pieces.

“Love? Who said anything about love?” he spat.

“I love you, Melvin.” I whispered, really terrified.

“What?” He asked, stunned.

“I have been since we were little.” I whispered, finally telling him the truth.

“Since you love me then it should be a problem for you and me to have sex. It would be like a dream come true for you.” He sounded so cold that I felt a shiver down my spine and not the good kind.

“You don’t care what I feel, do you?” I asked him.

“No.” He just said it. Like it meant nothing to him. Flat.

I gasped. It hurt to hear those words.

After hearing that I didn’t care what happen. Something in me just shut off. I guess Melvin saw that because he started touching me. I didn’t struggle with him. I just let him touch me, like he owned me. Maybe he did? I didn’t care anymore.

My life was over when I heard him say those words to me.

“Hannah, my dear. Prepare to fuck.” He said as he pushed his penis into me.

I gasped in amazement.

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And here you go. I had to leave it in a cliff hanger.

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