x.—-The feeling of his hand rushing to her wrist to grasp onto it—rather tightly—was enough to make the girl gasp in pain. A flash of what had happened to her only a few weeks ago raced through her head, the memory of pain from the boys on top of her was enough to knock her off her game, just a little bit. She shook her head as he started panicking, barking commands at her that she wouldn’t soon be following. She wasn’t going to leave, not until she got what she wanted….she had come too far, if she backed out now she would look weak, and as though he could take advantage of her on a daily basis. She eyed him with distaste.
{ He had just rejected her. }
x.——She felt him trying to shove her from his lap, but she refused to move, her hand slapped him hard across the face, “Don’t ever do that again!” She shouted at him, referring to the way that he had grabbed her wrist, nearly bruising it, “You will do this, you will fuck me, or else! I promise, your life will be hell here! I will make sure of it.” She had tears in the corners of her eyes, and she silently cursed herself for allowing them to form in the first place. She used to be able to get any boy that she wanted, but this one was turning her down, flat, and for some reason that hurt a bit. She had to pull herself together, she had to remember her goal here. It was to have the control, it was to be wanted, and feel wanted.
{ He was going to give that to her if it killed her. }
x.——“I am not leaving! I won’t go anywhere until you do this!” She shoved her hand once more into his boxers, grabbing his flaccid member a second time she started stroking it again, determined to get him hard, she had to prove that he wanted this, he had to get hard eventually…if she played with him long enough. She was not going to give up, she was going to keep trying. “Stop fighting me! I know that you want me….you looked at me like you did!” She was spewing out words she knew wasn’t true just to try, and arouse him, perhaps make him doubt himself a bit. It couldn’t be that difficult, he was a foster kid, all of them doubted themselves.
{ They were worthless to society. }
x.——The truth was Tabitha would have never been so cruel to him if it weren’t for her loss of status, she probably wouldn’t have even acknowledged his existence, but she wanted to feel whole again, ever since the rape she felt so empty, as though she was missing something, something they had taken from her that night, and she was going to feel it again, she was going to become whole, no matter what that entailed. “Please Kyle….” She begged, a softer side showing for a moment.
{ Her weaker side. }
His cheek stung and burned from the slap, the skin there steadily taking on a fiery red color. Though she was slight and frail, she’d put a lot of force behind the blow, and combined with her shouting it rendered him momentarily speechless and immobile. It wasn’t the first time he’d been hit, and he was too much of a realist to think it would be the last, but he hadn’t seen it coming. She wasn’t a burly drunk or a violent cokehead; she was just a girl. A girl whom he’d thought would be on the shy side with him, if anything. Clearly he’d misjudged her character, because she was anything but shy sitting astride his lap.
She was near hysterics, angry tears threatening to spill from the corners of her eyes and Kyle was terrified. Terrified of what she wanted from him, of what he might do if she didn’t stop.
“You’re upset!” He deliberately didn’t use the word crazy, though he said it as if he had, “I get that, but I didn’t look at you like anything, I swear!” He hissed through his teeth when she weaseled her hand back into his boxers and started stroking him once again. Though his complete lack of interest and the fact that he was mortified by her behavior made it difficult for him to get hard, he would eventually. It was just instinctual; a natural and uncontrollable reaction to friction. He was only sixteen; he’d gotten embarrassingly hard for less attractive people before, against his will and unbidden. He feared the same would happen now, and that she’d get the wrong idea.
“No,” he groaned, yanking her hand back out of his boxers despite her having ordered him not to do it before. “Would you fucking stop this?” His jaw was set, his eyes determined. He wasn’t going to let her touch him, he didn’t care how badly she needed it. The pleading did nothing whatsoever for him, where it would have usually invoked pity. She’d hit him and she was molesting him. She didn’t deserve his sympathy.
“I don’t know why you’re doing this,” he started, softer though he really should be shouting, “you’re a pretty girl, you can find someone who wants you easily… but that’s not me, alright? I’m not into it.” Now get out.
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