The Secret

Chapter 4 : Badly Bruised

WARNING : This part may be triggering for some who may read it. It also is quite inappropriate so READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!! thank you!
-Caroline
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{Thaisa's POV}

"Thaisa? Andrew wants to see you in his office." Laurel, a girl in my class, tells me as I change out of my clothes into shorts and a tshirt.

"D-did he say why?" I ask. Whenever he asks to see me on his office it's never good. Or consensual...

"No. Just to hurry." She says with a smile. "Hey I'll see you tomorrow!" Laurel says before grabbing her bag and walking out of the locker room.

I slowly walk towards Andrews office. I pause in front of the door.

Maybe this time it'll be different. Maybe he'll apologize for his behavior and just let me go. Maybe he just wants to tell me something to work on. I think before opening the door.

"Took you fucking long enough. Close the door." He huffs at me. As I shut the door, he stands up. He walks to the front of his desk and sits on the edge of it.

I stand there motionless. I feel tears begging to fall but I blink them away.

"Are you scared?" He asks softly.

I shake my head no.

"You should be." He stands up and walks closer to me. I back up against the door.

"You should be very fucking scared." He whispers as he gets closer and closer. I can't hold in the tears. One falls, then another. And another. He's so close I can feel the warmth from his body hear. He puts his hands on my hips and caresses my sides. He leans down and kisses my neck. I close my eyes and tears stream down my cheeks.

"You fucking slut." He whispers as his hands go lower and into my shorts. I moan. Not out of pleasure, but out of emotional pain and because I'm terrified.

"You know what I do when you screw up." He whispers as he rubs me faster and faster. I bite my lip and more tears stream down my face.

"I screw you." He says right in my ear. He stops caressing my panties for a second. Next thing I know he picks me up and slams me down on his desk. I wriggle around trying to free myself of his grasp but he holds me down firmly. His hands travel down my pants again as I cry out and try to wriggle out.

"You're a fucking whore. You know that you enjoy this. You do every time. That's why you screw up everything. To get punished you little slut." He grabs my chest and bites my neck, still caressing in between my thighs.

I start seeing black dots and everything gets blurry. I can't exactly breathe. I black out for what feels like a couple seconds and wake up.

I feel him. Back and forth. I feel it.

I scream and try to wiggle away but he's holding my neck with one hand and my hip with the other, both firmly. 

"Yes...oh yeah you like that you fucking whore...cum for daddy you slut..." he slurs into my neck. His thrusts get sloppier and sloppier and I feel more numb as he starts to moan. I feel him leave me and then my chest feels warm and wet. I cry as his hand covers my mouth and I scream. My eyes filled with tears streaming down my cheeks. He slumps over, now laying on top of me. He lets out another deep moan as his hips thrust forward one last time. I squeeze my eyes shut and yell out in pain as his hand grasps my neck harder. I can't breathe.

"You fucking slut. You liked that? You like when I put myself between your thighs. Admit it. You love this." He whispers as he continues to hold my neck tight. He lets go and I gasp for air. Tears burn in my eyes as he gets off of me and pulls his pants up. I lay on his desk motionless.

It gets worse every time he does it.

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I slowly limp to the car. My eyes are very puffy and very red. I wrack my brain for an excuse.

"Thaisa what the hell happened?" My mother jumps out of the car and runs towards me embracing me in a huge hug.

"Georgie's cat died." I whisper. A whisper is all I can bring myself to do.

"And you're this upset?? Are you sure that's all?" She grabs my face and I wince. "Oh my god Thaisa! Your neck!!" She brushes her fingers over the right side of my neck. I almost scream out in pain but I contain myself.

"I..got into a fight with someone else.." I lie.

"And they did this to you?!" She yells, horrified.

"Yes. But it's okay now. Andrew took care of it all." I close my eyes at the mention of his name. "H-he kicked them out." I say,wrapping my arms around my mothers waist. I can't hold anything in so I let my tears go as I bury my head in my mothers chest.

"Baby girl, do you want me to go talk to Andrew and see what happened? Who was it? Do I need to contact them?!" She pulls me back and inspects my neck again.

"No. It's fine I swear. He took care of it." I say, looking her straight in the eyes. I see the worried expression and the fire in her eyes. The love for a child. I bury my head in her chest again and we stand there in the parking lot for a good five minutes. Crying.

I can never tell her.