Long Way Down

-Sammie *Friday, Back to school

Today was the day I would have to face the boys again. I was still afraid by what Harry said yesterday. No one besides Harry came. No one even came to drop my work off.

As I get back into my routine with the kids, my morning is more stressful than the past few days have been. I drop the kids off at school, and make my way to mine.

At West Mermiran High, each student that is old enough to drive gets their own, special parking area- and on this fancy morning, the boys we awaiting me at mine.

The boys moved out of my way so I could pull my car into the parking spot. Liam knocked on my window signaling for me to roll it down.

Niall approached my door, “Fancy seeing you here Sammie!” The sarcasm just dripping off his tongue.

“Um, not really, cause as you see,” I pointed to a sign that hung from a thick metal chain, stretching across the lot, “That’s my name, riiighhhtttt there.” I looked back at him to see Louis pushing him out of the way.

He jerked my arm through the window whilst looking back at the boys. “I guess we will be starting this party early boys.”

Liam laughed.

“Open the doors Sam, we’re all going to spend some time together today.” Harry spoke as he walked around to the passenger door as the boys went to the back doors, waiting for me to press the button.

All I could do was stare at it. I had a faint idea about what we were going to do to spend time with each other, and lets’ just say I didn’t want to be a part of it.

Liam smacked his hand against the truck of my car. “Now!”

Frightened, my finger found the button in a scurry. Harry ripped the door open. He’s always so rude, I believe he has anger issues. But, that’s not my business.

Once everyone was in, Harry forcefully grabbed the gear and put the car in reverse. “Yours” was all he demanded of me, and I, not daring to dis-obey his sinister words headed there.

We pulled up to my place and we all got out of the car. Me, slower than the boys, debating if I should just pull out real quick –nah they would find me or wait me out.

I got out and unlocked my front door.

“So, would you like a tour of my house, something to eat, um, the bathroom is down the hall.” I pointed in the different directions as I spoke, trying to get their minds away from whatever was going to happen.

Liam spoke up, “How about you show us where your bedroom is?”

Well I guess my hard-core distracting didn’t work out to well.

They stood before me with their arms crossed or by their sides, getting fed up with me. I could tell.

“Oh, that’s being occupied right now I think.” I tapped my pointer finger against my chin and looked at my ceiling, as if I was thinking. I was going to be in for it- o well, might as well get a run for my money.

Louis came up to me and threw me over his shoulder, “I guess we will just have to find it ourselves.”

Niall shrugged his shoulders at Louis and walked ahead of us looking for my too neat room.

As we walked in I yelled in my surprised voice, “Look at that! Guess there was no one in here after all!” Throwing my arms up at the same time.

Harry looked at me through slits. “I'll be out in a little, you all head out.”

Louis threw me on my bed, I landed with the bed shaking and a yelp. Harry laughed a deep, fake laugh and shut my bed room door.

He made his way over to me and pushed me on my back, as I was sitting up. I tried to get back up, but Harry was already on top of me, using his hips to hold me down.

One of his hands went around my neck, not letting much go through. Enough so I could breathe, but not enough to scream.

I whimpered, not wanting him to do anything. “P-please don’t Harry.”

He grounded his hips into my pelvis. I clenched my eyes shut. He repeated his action, digging deeper. He groaned and put his head between my sweaty neck.

I pushed my hips up, trying to buck him off of me. He only let out a deeper groan than before. I started whining for him to get up.

He pushed his hands down my pants, ignoring my pleas for him to stop. He rubbed me through my underwear. Slow, them hard. Tears rolled down my face.

After a few minutes his hand was gone, and he was finished- All over me.

I felt absolutely disgusting.

He got up and slapped me across my face. I whimpered into my hands.

“That was for telling me what to do slut.” He spat the words into my face.

“But, that was fun doll. Though you should act better next time.” He winked at me and left me alone in my room to cry, and to hate my life more than I did before.

Notes

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