Drawn (BWWM)

Sweeney

"Fuck me." he said quietly.

For a moment, she thought she misheard him or that this wasn't actually happening. But why was there this churning knot in the pit of her stomach that wasn't letting her breathe properly without tasting something extremely salty and disgusting in her throat?

It was a nightmare.

"I guess you don't want this back," he said as his hand reached the book before she could and dangled it in the air. She tried to grab the book, but instead got his arm. His height and build dwarfing hers as he moved to stand straighter.

His closeness brought her out of the hypnotizing reverie but did not stop the sickening feeling from threatening to burst out of her mouth.

"No..." she said weakly and grabbed his arm in worry.

"No what? No you don't care?" he mocked while his free hand ripped her grasp off his arm.

That brute action froze her, causing her eyes to widen before becoming visually nervous. His voice was harsh, without mercy, and it made her remember when she was younger. He had always yelled at her in that same tone for doing something wrong.

"I'll do something else... not that," she tried to reason and calm down at the same time.

"Alright...thats an ok answer for now But I really want to know if you're fat. Don't disappoint. I'm really curious," he intended the emphasis to sound more malicious since she wasn't cooperating with his demand.

She was trembling again, eyes squinting to the glasses behind her then to his black shirt. He could almost taste the pure fear she was emitting. She was like a deer in headlights- no, like a deer face to face with a hungry wolf.

"I'm not a patient person," he said pushing his body against hers, crushing her to the hard surface. It was a physical warning that stated he could easily destroy her at any given chance.

"No."

Her voice was stronger, more decided even with his tall frame dangerously over her. His brown eyes darkened along with his mood. "You don't want to make me angry... or I'll be forced to do something that you'll regret. It's really quiet in here, don't you think so? So far out of sight. No cameras in here. Almost like its perfect."

She briefly closed her eyes and tried to breathe calmly.

He doesn't mean it. He doesn't mean it.

"Listen," he grabbed hold of her neck, "When I want you to answer, you better say something."

She sniffed, terrified. His left hand was cold, long fingers circling much of her neck. He wasn't going to stop. She had to think on how to deal with this but couldn't, not when she was aware that whatever choice she made would affect her negatively, no matter what.

"If I d-do this... will I get-"

"You'll get it back. Why would I want to hold onto this trash?" he spat, his closed hand remained.

She had barely nodded when he gave a smirk. Releasing his hand, he took a couple of steps back to give her some room but stayed at a close distance in case she decided to do something stupid and run. Slowly, she grabbed the ends of the sweater. His eyes were glued on her hands and he half wondered if she would go through it or not.

Her shaking hands let go of the ends as chaste realization kicked in and fresh tears fell. He knew it. The bitch can't even do something as simple as taking a sweater off. His thoughts stopped in its tracks when she had pulled her arms from the sleeves instead. With her arms now inside the large sweater, she dipped her head in.

Ah.

She was halfway out of the sweater when she wanted to stop and be hidden inside with the warmth. That sickening feeling was worsening, tightly twisting her insides. This was so wrong. Her hands had functioned without her complete awareness, having used her fear as fuel. When the sweater slipped out of her head, she instantly cowered and held it so it would cover most her upper body.

"Let me see," his tone was monotonous.

She lowered her eyes in shame when she dropped the sweater in amidst of her uncontrollable trembling. She didn't understand any of this. Why was he so cruel to her? She swallowed despite her throat being very dry. Quick thoughts of her destroyed lunch flashed in her mind as he came closer. She stiffened when his chin touched the side of her head.

"Not bad. So this does prove that you're a girl. Did you know that half the school was betting whether you were actually a man?"

She could feel him smirking against her head. His comment hurt but it didn't register into her full understanding. And at the same time, that remark wasn't the worse she heard that was directed at her. Still, due to the current circumstances, she felt so utterly exposed, so vulnerable. That was more frightful than anything else she experienced combined.

"Though, it does make me wonder," he whispered as moved his head for a better look, his left hand touched her bare shoulder and she jerked, "Whether these are real. Why else would you hide them?"

His cold hand suddenly grabbed one of her breasts and she whimpered in complete bewilderment. She was paralyzed; no one has ever touched her in that way.

He chuckled lowly in her ear, "Very nice."

Small hands that were lifeless after losing a layer of protection were now pushing his chest for him to let go. It became harder for her to see, the tears more constant and stingy. He ignored the small force on his front and smirked.

"Who knew that under that oversized sweater you wear revealing tops?"

She, in her mind, thought this was the only time she did so. She was rather late this morning and threw on a simple tank top when she forgot to do the laundry last night. It wasn't as if she was going to take the sweater off anyway, never feeling comfortable doing that at school. It was ironic that it happened today.

She was wrenched from her thoughts when his hand squeezed, her heart accelerated so much that the loud pounding was all she could hear in her eardrums.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

"Don't..."

"You allowed me to, remember?" his voice teased darkly before noticing something, "What's this? You're not wearing a bra. How... surprising."

She whimpered again, finally realizing that too, and reprimanded herself for being so... idiotic. So stupid.

He squeezed again, more brutally as he felt her carefully, as if determining something. His other hand dropped the glasses that made a small noise upon impact and brought it to her waist, "Your whimpering only amuses me more. Do you know that?"

She was terrified of what he was aiming to do next. His hand trailed up her flat stomach, heading towards her unprotected breasts, alarming her more than ever.

"Stop... please," she had a strong feeling to hide and run. But she couldn't, she was trapped between the edge and his body. This isn't happening. I'm invisible. I always have been to people. Why can't this be the same?

"I don't want to," he then stepped away a few inches, the hand under her thin top retreating as a new idea came into mind.

"Take the sweats off. I wonder whether you wear a thong-"

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He walked out of the room grumbling as Kyle enthusiastically called him from outside the door to get him out to see something dumb that one of their meathead friends had just done. He quickly covered her with the discarded sweater before Kyle could see anything.

He watched the peppy red head walk infront of him, clearly enjoying himself. He smiled. At least someone was enjoying themselves.

"Yo, man what were you doing with Nal?"

"Nal?" he pried.

"Nalia? You guys have some business?"

"Just talking." he said. "About stuff."

"Don't get what you see in her. Shes pretty ugly." he commented, bright green eyes flashing playfully.

"huh," he sighed, following the redheaded male further down the hall.