It started With A Phone Call

Chapter Twenty-Three

"Shut up, Sky. You're going to stop fighting against me and just accept it. We're making this official." Tears were streaming down my face. I was shaking uncontrollably. I just wanted to scream for help, but Trevor would just hit me again and I didn't want to risk no one hearing me. I slowly reached into my jean pocket to fish out my phone but came there was nothing there. I left it in my locker. "Take your shirt off," Trevor demanded. I shook my head and even though we were in the dark Trevor must have taken the silence as a no. "Fine, I'll just have to do everything for you." Trevor stepped forward and tried to force my shirt over my head, but I was making it difficult for him so he ripped it off of me instead. I struggled against him as he tried to take my bra off, but that just earned me another hard slap. Trevor gave up on trying to take my bra off since "it doesn't matter" and started removing my pants.

I tried to kick him, but he was too strong for me. Trevor had removed my pants and left me in my undergarments. When he backed up to start taking off his own clothing I quickly went over to where I thought the door was and started banging on the metal and screaming. "You little bitch!" Trevor yelled and pulled my hair back with so much force that I smashed into the wall on the other side of the janitor's closet. I instantly started to feel dizzy and weak. I slumped down to the floor and sobbed. "There we go. Now you won't be able to get away from me," Trevor said and I heard him unzip his pants. I kept sobbing and praying that a janitor would come in here for something.

"Are you ready to have the time of your life, Baby?" Trevor asked my slyly. I tried to say no, but my throat was killing me from the screaming and crying. Trevor started to slide my underwear down and sat down right next to me. "I highly doubt that you would be wet from all of this so I guess I need to work a little harder," he said and tried to get down there. I wasn't strong enough to get out of his grasp, but I was strong enough to stop him from that . He kept trying to force it, but I held my own like my life depended on it. Maybe it does depend on it.

Trevor was angry that nothing was happening and eventually gave up. "I always carry my favourites on me," he explained as I heard him shuffle around. I tensed when I felt something cold and slippery drip on me. The son of a bitch brought lube for this.

"There we go. Now we can have some fun," Trevor said and kissed me once again. He started moving down to my neck where he bit me way too hard for someone who was trying to turn me on. I thought I heard faint footstep outside of the closet. This is my only chance, I thought to myself. "Ready for me to rock your world?" Trevor asked as he positioned himself on top of me. I crossed one of my legs on top of the other and used up the last bit of energy I had to scream at the top of my lungs.

"Help! Somebody help me!" I couldn't remember what happened next because Trevor smashed my head against the floor one last time before everything went black.

Dan

"Avery, would you mind seeing why Sky has been out so long?" I asked Avery as soon as the bell rang. Sky should have been back right now. She only left to get her textbook. Avery nodded as she left the classroom and took a left turn to go towards Sky's locker. I began handing out the lesson today and started explaining today's lesson. After I finished the whole front page Avery finally walked back in. She walked up to me instead of giving me news in front of everyone.

"I checked her locker and the washrooms and I can't find her. I called her, but she left her cellphone inside of her locker," she explained and showed me Sky's cellphone.

"Do you know where she might be?" I asked her, starting to get worried. Avery's expression mimicked mine. "She had a huge argument with Trevor Ryan today. He's completely psychotic. She completely turned him down so she might be with him. He might be trying to get her to change her mind," she said quietly. I looked up to the class who seemed to be talking to one another about unimportant things.