Joan’s POVAt first, I thought it was a prank when he held my hands and insisted that I don’t tell my family all that was happening here, until he pulled me up the bad stairs with a smiley face, took my phone, and then locked me out.I have been here for a couple of hours without hearing a sound; I didn’t see his mother or any treatment like I was promised; I had banged on the door; then it was soundproof; nothing happened; no one came; I had no means of going out; and it made me think of so many bad things.I had known Isaac to be calm, sweet, and always quick to apologize; he must have a reason to lock me in here. I gave myself reasons to sit and wait till he came, till minutes turned to hours and shouts became like centuries.The sun was up, so was anxiety; it was already afternoon, and he wasn’t back. All through the day, I saw Jones holding Mom by the neck. I couldn’t stay away from the house; he would kill her. What was I thinking when I ran?I needed to leave; I couldn’t be con

Joan’s POVA wall full of pictures, my pictures plastered in his closet, all of which were unexpected pictures of me in class, with Anna, on my way to the bathroom, being bullied by Fred while I was eating in the cafeteria, and then both of us eating lunch on our first day.Everything was there; my mouth was ajar, and I had no words to say. Some of the events that were plastered on this wall I had long forgotten, and somehow he had all of them.Who is he?.Why does he have my pictures?.Walking closer to it, my heart palpitating like I was in a lion race, there was so much going on here than I could counter for, and Isaac wasn’t just a sweet boy who happened to be afraid that I would leave; he was obsessed with me, and it didn’t start now. Looking further into the closet, I saw a pile of notes and sticky papers on the walls of his closet.‘She smelt nice today'‘I don’t like Fredrick Walter; he touches her too much’‘She wore my favourite colour of underwear'My heart skipped a beat.

Joan’s POVMy body trembled at the feeling of his lips on mine. Gently, he kissed me all the way down to my neck.“Why did you run away?” He kissed me again, this time leaning gently on me with my back against the bed. He traced his lips down to my core.I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss him. The way he made my body feel, and truth be told, I felt embarrassed, so I pushed him away from me. My life was already messed up as it was, and I ran away because of this. I couldn’t come back to it again.“Why are your hormones always on the verge with me? Fuck off; don’t you dare come close to me," I mouthed.“But_”“No, and you want to know why I ran out? I couldn’t take all this. You, mom, all of you are making my life hell. I am the victim here, and none of you are seeing this.He made an attempt to hold me again, and I pushed him out. “It’s not what you think; I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but I was just worried. I was only worried about you, Joan, but if it made you run to

Joan’s POVI couldn’t have Fred and Isaac in the same room. I knew Fred so much; he was short-tempered, and the display in the classroom clarified it: he was going to hurt Isaac. I should have known and avoided it somehow, but after our conversation last night, it was like an open signal telling me he was going to do something totally stupid.Now, on the other hand, Isaac barely spoke to me about what had happened between us the previous day; instead, he came back as sweet as ever, with a rose flower, which was stupid; he threatened my life; he knew I was aware of his obsession with me and his freaky psychopathic display when things didn’t go his way; and both of them were stuck in the same class for three hours.I had to do something to stop my social life from coming to a complete halt, and the best thing to do at the moment was to pick a fight with Anna. I knew she was the wrong person for the job, and give me the fact that it was unexpected, but I just had to do it; otherwise, I w

Fredericks POVWhat ever got into her from school down to my room made her push me all the way back on my bed; she ruffled my shirt then down my pants. I didn’t bother pushing her off because I wanted it as well, and I might as well have made a sex queen.In a swift move, my pants were already half way down my knee, and she had my dick in their mouth, gently sucking the cum off the head of my cock. She then leans up and places her hip on me. "Let me take control; I need it,” she voiced, then kissed me hurriedly.Her hunger was unmatched; she had never craved sex as much as she did now, which came as an instant turn-off for me. Her word came back to me: I was ‘just sex’ to her."Joan, stop it.” I raised her hungry self off my body, but she pushed herself further and then ruffled herself on my body again."Stop it; we can’t keep doing this."“What is this? Is this not what you want? This is what Isaac took from you, right? He took me away, so here I am, presenting myself to you, and you