Not feeling well

SAIGE POV

A/N: TRIGGER WARNING!!!! This chapter contains very disturbing scenes of sexual assault. Please be advised before reading. IF you are uncomfortable with these types of scenes, please skip to the next chapter. You have been warned.

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My mom and the creep were finally quiet so I could try to sleep, but sleep never came. I tossed and turned for what felt like hours and all I could think about was that kiss I shared with Collin. I never think too much about the guys I kiss or sleep with. They were usually a spur-of-the-moment thing that kept me occupied from my miserable life.

However, Collin's kiss was a moment I'd never forget. Just remembering everything about that moment turned me on. The bulge in his jeans when I touched him there sent a wave of excitement through me as I slid my hand down into my panties. I closed my eyes and pictured Collin being the one to touch me right now, sliding and circling over my most sensitive spots.

I jumped out of my skin when I felt someone's warm hand cover my mouth as I stared up into the creep's eyes. He was staring down at me with a brazen glare as a wave of fear consumed my chest and I was instantly sober.

When I went to move, he held me down and shook his head.

"Not a fucking word or I slit your fucking throat." He pulled a large pocket knife from behind his back, flipping the blade open as the metal gleamed in the moonlight.

I didn't know who this guy actually was or what he might be capable of so I did what he asked, hoping he wouldn't actually hurt me.

I tried to pull my hand from my panties but he shook his head. "Keep touching yourself," he whispered, eyeing me intently.

But I really didn't want to. My thoughts of the coach had quickly evaporated and now I feared for my life.

When I didn't continue doing what he asked, he shoved the blade against my throat. I jumped and squeezed my eyes tightly closed before I continued to touch myself between my legs.

"That's a good girl," he rasped out. He moved his blade from my throat, skimming it down over my collarbone until it was under the strap of my tank top. He tugged the knife upwards, cutting the strap before he dragged the knife downwards. My tank top was slowly pushed down, revealing my breasts as I felt the coolness of the blade skim over my nipple.

I whimpered into the palm of his hand, feeling my entire body quack with fear.

"If I remove my hand, you won't scream, will you?" When I didn't reply he pressed the blade tightly against my nipple.

I vigorously shook my head, feeling hot tears slide down the sides of my face.

He removed his hand and instinct told me to scream, but fear kept me silent.

He kept the blade at my nipple, teasing me as I watched him shove his boxers down and grip his cock. I instantly felt nauseated at the sight, trying to turn my head away but his blade was quick to find my throat again.

"I want you to watch."

I let out a small sob and his blade dug into my throat, cutting me. I finally turned back to look at him, seeing him stroke himself in the moonlight.

"Keep rubbing yourself. I want to see you cum."

Every cell in my body was on high alert and I was seconds away from breaking down but I didn't want to die. He was clearly mentally unstable.

I continued to rub, feeling zero desire as I did so while he continued to stroke himself. His strokes got faster and faster while his free hand dropped the knife against my throat so he could grip my tit. He pinched my nipple between his finger and threw his head back to let out a groan.

A moment later, I felt something hot and wet hit my chest. The bastard soiled me!

He released his cock and leaned forward to drag his tongue along the side of my cheek. "Did that feel good, baby?" When I didn't reply, he grabbed my throat and choked me. "I said: Did that feel good?"

I nodded as I felt my bottom lip tremble. He released my throat and slowly pulled his boxers up.

"Now, this is our little secret, right? Besides, nobody's going to believe the town slut." He slapped my tits, making me jump and yelp out with fear. "Keep your mouth shut or my knife will be the least of your worries." 

He left my room, closing the door behind him. I quickly grabbed a shirt off my floor and wiped off my face and chest as fast as I could. I scrubbed until my skin was raw and I could see broken blood vessels on my chest through the tears that were flowing from my eyes, though I didn't feel the pain. Then I curled into a ball and sobbed into my pillow to muffle my cries. My entire body shook with fear and hatred. Many horrible things have happened to me in my life, but nothing like this moment. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore. I stayed curled in a ball, too afraid to move. I stared at my bedside clock until my eyes went blurry and sleep finally took me away.

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I powered through at school the next day, keeping my distance from anyone who tried to come close; even Kora.

After getting into shorts and a tee for cheer practice, I ran out onto the field still trying to push away last night's horrors. It kept playing in my head over and over and I needed to get it out before it destroyed me.

My eyes scanned the field for Kora so we could stretch when I saw her over talking with TJ and Coach Collin.

What the hell?

I sauntered over, making sure to stay behind them so I could eavesdrop.

"I think something is terribly wrong. She has barely said a word to me today and she looks so tired. And, did you see that cut on her throat? I lost sight of her last night at your place, TJ. Did you see who she went home with?"

What the... Why is she discussing this shit with TJ and Collin?! Not cool!

"She, um," Collin cleared his throat, "I took her home. A boy from Wentzville was getting handsy and she was clearly drunk. I dropped her off at her place."Kora and TJ were silent and that's when I decided to join in on the conversation.

"Not that it's any of your business, but I'm fine!" I didn't need these three discussing my life when they have no idea what they're talking about. And what happened to me is none of their business.

Kora jumped, looking shocked as I stood behind her. "Saige, I was just telling them that you're acting..."

I cut her off. "Acting like what? A bitch? I'm allowed to have days like that, Kora." I glared at her. "I don't appreciate you telling these assholes that I'm PMS-ing, okay?"

TJ stifled a laugh and Collin glared at me, clearly seeing through my bullshit but kept his mouth shut.

"I'm sorry, Saige- I was just worried about you."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, don't be. Tell our coach that I'm not feeling well and that I'm going home." I spun and headed back toward the locker rooms. I obviously wasn't going home but I wasn't staying here either.