The textiles room

Chapter 1

A/N
Goes straight into scenes some readers may be sensitive to. You have been warned. Thanks for reading :)

"Please no. Stop. Please. Please." I was getting my virginity taken, no stolen from me by this man I thought I could trust. P.C cloud was doing an assembly on rape (ironically) and afterwards he told me he needed to talk to me about something in a/my police file (that I didn't even know existed.) I said ok and 5 minutes later; after finishing my questionnaire, made my way to the textiles room. I couldnt see him in the textiles room (tex.room for short) so I stepped in expecting him to be round the alcove blocking my view. Click. The door locked and the P.C was stood there. Looking me up and down he whispered "there you are skank" I was taken aback by the sudden coldness in his voice. The caring figure most kids would look up to was gone and in its place a figure your parents tell you to stay away from. "W-why did you lock the door?" I felt like perhaps I knew the answer but couldn't admit it to myself. "Oh, skank, I think you know why." He smiled a sickly smile one that could put the Cheshire Cat to shame.

30 minutes it was over. My virginity was gone. So was any dignity that was ever there. He got up and smirked again. "Oh look at yourself you brought this on you. Not me. This is your fault." I tried to tell myself it wasn't but failed it felt all my fault. My outfit; a black mini tutu, some black heel boots a band tee-shirt and some ripped leggings all paired with a burgundy cardigan? My hair; my usual emo cut fringe with some clip in extensions? My makeup; all natural makeup until my eyes which were black just black, a bit of a black smokey eye? All could have led to this. He seemed to ponder again looking me up and down shook his head and walked out. I ran to the nearest toilets holding back tears. I sewed the rip he had put in my tutu with my mini sewing kit that I kept in my emergency girl kit. I fixed my hair and my eye makeup changing the most obvious fact that I had been crying. I nodded in triumph and hesitantly made my way back to the tex.room because I had idiotically left my bag. He was in there. Waiting. "You really are beautiful." I started to back away. "You won't leave without this would you?" He held up my bag. It was all black with white devil worship symbols on it. It had a hood for when I just wanted to be alone, I would be using it tonight. "Woah you don't talk much. I'm guessing you won't be talking about this? It will ruin my career and you will be branded as town skank. So are YOU GOING TO TALK?"
"Um-no."
"Good lass, now I have a town meeting so please do excuse me, this isn't over Abigail. Your different to the others." He made his way towards the door. "Oh and Abigail. You were the best." He left and I grabbed my backpack, ran to the toilets and puked. He had done this to other girls. Used and abused them.

End of chapter 1.

A/N
The photo is what Abigail looks like. I will get a proper picture when I can think of an outfit to reflect her personality. Love youuuuuuuu xx