His cold hands forced my body to jolt as they made contact with my skin, fingers slipping into the hem of my shorts. He fidgeted with the button for a moment before unzipping them and pulling them off of me.
I sat there motionless, trying desperately to distract my mind from the situation at hand. They say that getting your thoughts to a different place can help with the healing process after rape. Whether or not that is true, I don't know, but it can't hurt to try; it's just so hard to think of anything besides what's going on at the current time.
Jason tugs his shirt off over his head and drops it on the floor, staring me down as he undoes his belt and takes off his pants. My heart starts racing as he pushes me down and climbs on top of me, an evil grin on his lips.
"Not even trying to stop me, I see. Have you given up?" he asks as his fingers slowly make their way under the elastic of my panties.
Tears sting my eyes as his fingers travel just above my most sensitive area and I silently begin to cry as I try to come to grips with the fact that I'm literally helpless in my current state.
Just then, the door flings open and a woman with wavy blonde hair and blue eyes walks in, making Jason get to his feet almost instantly.
"What the fuck is this, Jason?" the woman yells angrily.
"Brittany, I-" Jason begins.
Brittany? Why have I heard that name before? Oh my God...is that the girl Harry was talking about? What is she doing here?
"Don't 'Brittany' me. You said you'd wait for me!" she says, walking over and slapping him across the face.
"Baby, I'm sorry but you were taking so long I just couldn't help myself..."
The woman suddenly breaks out in a smile, "Jason, Jason, Jason...you're too easy to fool. Turn around would ya'?"
Although he seems genuinely confused -- as am I, ya know, sitting here practically naked and all yet not being noticed -- he complies to her request without a second thought. Just as he does this she grabs his arms behind his back and pulls handcuffs from her back pocket, clicking them around his wrists and tugging to make sure they're securely locked.
"What is this? Another sexual fantasy of yours?" Jason asks.
"No, you idiot, you've been caught. I played your game, now it's your turn to do the time," she says matter-of-factly as she escorts him out of the room and down the hall.
I assume they're going to a police car with what she just said but why did they leave me here?
Instead of dwelling on being left behind, I struggle to stand myself up, wiping the tears from my face and searching for my clothes. Once I've somehow managed to get my shorts back on, I feel eyes on my back and turn around quickly, fearing the worst.
Before he can say anything else, I'm in his arms, clinging to him as if my life depended upon it. I can sense some of the tension leave his body as he holds me close to him.
"He didn't do anything," I whisper into his chest.
"Thank God," Harry replies with a clearly relieved tone, kissing the top of my head gently.
"If you two lovebirds are done, we should get going," the same female voice from earlier interrupts.
Harry turns to face her, keeping me shielded behind him since my shirt is no longer wearable.
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[on going] What if one boy could flip your whole world around in just a matter of weeks? [first posted July 2, 2013] Copyright © 2014, ForeverDreamingx™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyr...