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It's not like you did not hear it the first time, it's just that the words are automatically blocked by your brain.
Don't think about it,
Don't think,
It automatically rejects the idea, the thought, working like an instinctive defense, trying to protect your peace of mind.
‘Baby, no one's gonna believe you’
“For the fifth time, the reu-”
“No, I don't think I can.” you replied.
The pink haired girl rolled her eyes, “Come on y/n, you know we miss you so much. The others keep pestering me to convince you to go. You need to take a break sometime.” she whined.
It was the end of your shift when suddenly a familiar face showed up at the door of your classroom. You looked genuinely surprised and at the same time a bit emotional when you saw her.
Momoi Satsuki was your best friend since high school and it has been quite a while since you've seen each other. Still, despite not seeing each other from time to time, she's the only friend you have remained in contact with ever since you and your circle have gone separate ways after graduation.
“You know my situation Satsuki, I have work. Maybe some other time.” you shrugged and went back to fixing your things at the table.
Reunion was a sensitive topic for you. The past was something you swore to forget for the sake of your sanity. It includes of course, certain people, the places,
and the memories that kept haunting your presence.
‘No one has to know, okay?’
“Can you come up with some other excuse this time y/n? That's lame I heard that last year.” she cried in exaggeration,
“Sorry Satsuki, I really can't.” you replied coldly. If only she knew.
“Well…”,
“Hey, I've been thinking lately,
Are there things that've been bothering you? you know I'm always right here for you,” she held your uneasy hands.
The question made you pause for a bit. You looked at your best friend.
In every friendship, no matter how close it is, there are always things you can't help but keep from one another. And this one you kept from Satsuki throughout all those times to protect her.
One thing you hate about yourself is how easily you neglect your own self, for the sake of people you value.
‘You wouldn't want her to see you like this,’
“I'm fine Satsuki.” you assured her,
“Then why won't you go? just this once, for me atleast.” she begged.
“I really miss you.”
You sighed.
Every bundle of your nerves shakes at the thought of even going,
At the thought of seeing his face,
But what Satsuki said gave you second thoughts. And you hated yourself for it.
Why does she have to be a part of something you desperately want to avoid?
“I'll think about it.” you replied, still unsure.
After hearing a new response her eyes lit “Yes!” she exclaimed.
“I haven't said I'll go yet”
“It's better than, ‘maybe some other time’” she hugged you tight.
“I missed you too, Satsuki.”
‘You'll get used to it baby’
Fuck.
You're so stupid y/n.
Imessage:
Satsuki : You'd better be ready
: Daiki should be there anytime soon
Reading the message made your blood run cold.
“No, please no,”
Damn you Satsuki. You gritted your teeth.
She didn't gave you enough time to mentally prepare yourself.
Of course you expected everyone will be there,
You knew he'd be there.
That's why you were planning to ditch her at the last second. But fuck the calculations was flawed. You did not think of this.
Tears starts to form in the corner of your eyes as your hands involuntarily shakes.
….
You cried,
You cried, loud, painful. You purposely made it so close to reach his ears. Tightening your arms around his neck as you leaned your head on his shoulders out of sheer agony. Hoping it would awaken his conscience and shame- if he has any.
Yet no words could reach the mind that was long lost in the deep sea of lust.
There was no remorse as he decided to take you. No remorse when he decided to just go for it on a random day.
In the gym,
In the locker,
In the bathroom,
On an empty classroom,
In your apartment, in his,
In his car,
After school,
After practice,
After game,
“fvck, pull my hair tighter baby, -mhmm, I like that,” he groaned as you dug your nails deep into the roots of his hair, successfully scraping the skin on his scalp.
Then with all the force you could exert, pulled on the roots hard.
Along with the pull came with all the frustration and anger your body screams to prevail. Advantage was something you were awfully deprived of ever since the beginning of abuse, it was never a fair battle. He took it and used it on your weak and unstable mind.
And you let him.
It was pathetic, really. You find yourself desperate for every little scraps of chance he gives you to get back for yourself. Even in just bare minimum actions that he permits you to allow you to physically damage him in any way, regardless if he feels pleasure instead of pain.
Pull,
Bite,
Scratch,
You made sure he felt it. And he did.
But his only response was a smug smile. He found it pathetic, pitiful, somewhat entertaining, because he knew what you were doing, he knew what you were feeling, and he fed on that feeling like a grace. Fvck who knew a grave sin could taste like heaven on the mouth.
His open mouth latched with your breathless lips, tongue fighting for entrance at your tightly gritted teeth. But dominance was never a question in the situation. It was clear when it was his turn to pull your hair and tug on the scalp that nearly broke from your skin.
There was a clear difference.
You awed in pain. Jaw hanging wide open.
“Did you really think I'd let you get away with that?” the devil whispered in your ear.
And it was the last bit of leniency before you ruined everything for being ungrateful.
You should've played nice when he was being nice. Should've pulled tight but not too tight to let yourself be carried away by the urge to fight back when you can clearly see there is no way for you to win.
So now your back to crying,
Begging,
“s-stop, daiki- please… i-it hurts..,” you sobbed.
“stop it daiki it hurtss~ ” he copied in a mocking tone.
He pinned you down and took you over and over again. Desperate to settle his score. Until your voice got hoarse from screaming. Until your body went limp. Until your mind got drunk from the haze.
You sobbed.
“i-i'm sorry- “ your futile attempt to apologize was cut off by your own painful scream as he slammed your head on the bed frame.
“Fvck.” He cursed “don't you think it's a little too late for that baby?” He looked down right your tear stained face.
He knows how to use your body very well as he moaned when you tightened so nicely on his dick after he just banged your face on the wood. Pure satisfaction.
He enjoyed every bit of it.
The blood on your nose, along with the snot running down.
The red puffy eyes matching with your ripped lips.
The sound of your broken bones.
The different swatches of colors in your skin, especially around your tits.
And the teeth marks that show how badly he wants to devour you whole.
“h-help…” he heard you mumble below. It was a thought spoken in the mind that came out involuntarily.
Oh how you wish just wired your mouth shut when he paused mid thrust and you heard his laugh like a maniac echoing through your ear canals.
“Who do you think will help you?” he spat.
“That pink haired bxtch?”
You cried harder, shaking your head in defiance. His large hands gripped on your cheeks, forcing your head to go still, making sure you looked at him.
“Do you know how many times that bxtch tried to get in my pants?” he said it painfully slow.
Putting emphasis on each word as he fed on your in denial state.
He wanted to see the reaction on your face, he watched how your already dreadful face contorts more into horror. He watched you lash out and scream underneath him, repeatedly screaming no- cursing him no.
You knew it was true. You knew he was right.
You knew Satsuki liked him,
…
“Hey, do you think Daiki will like me now? I mean, h-he likes girls with huge b-boobs!”
….
“Yes, babyyy~ urgh” he groaned.
His back raised and arched forward, applying the force on his hips to rock on your torso. The nails buried on your thighs raked the skin.
And your body was in vain. You could only do so much as grip the sheets.
“I bet she'd be grateful if I'd fvck her instead of you, no?” he continued,
“Yeah that's right. Do you want me to swap your places? She'd be willing y'know.”
You shook your head tirelessly. “No?” he smiled.
But he still wasn't satisfied from the weak response, “Say it!”
“N-no daiki..” you answered weakly. Merely being able to form coherent words due to the overstimulation of your emotions. Thankfully, on your part, he felt a bit of pity and let it slide.
“Right.” he stroked your messy hair, wiping excessive tears on your eyes.
“Don't worry, my dick is only interested in your cunt.” he leaned down to whisper and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.
“Love ya~”
….
The shrill sound of a car honk snapped you out of that painful memory. It made you realized the situation you're currently in.
You remained stunned facing the door of your apartment, your hand holding the phone, your eyes glued to the message that made you froze in an instant.
Fck you're so stupid y/n.
Gripping your head ached in overstimulation. The recoil of the traumatic experience fogged your mind. You urged your body to move, but your legs felt too heavy to take a step.
The adverse effects of the extreme brain strain you just experienced temporarily disabled your senses.
Until you heard a knock.
“I'm here to pick you up.” the familiar voice said.
You froze.
Your shaky hand was quick to lock the door just in front of you.
You didn't answer. You can't. There's a huge lump on your throat that prevents you from speaking. You cupped your mouth shut.
But the ragged breathing can be heard through the thin wood.
“I know you're here.” he said.
Fvck
You took a deep breath,
“actually, I don't feel well tonight.., I-uh i'll just message satsuki I can't go.” you forced yourself to reply, trying so hard to sound steady.
in return you can hear a faint snort behind the door.
“Man that's too bad, I was really looking forward to seeing you tonight.” the tone sounded sarcastically sad.
You bit your lip. Holding it in.
How badly you want to cry for help.
“sorry, I can't.” you whispered,
“Aight then. Take care.” he said blankly.
There was a deafening silence after that. You stood there doubting what you just heard.
You know he's not gonna leave that easily.
So you stick your head close to the door, carefully listening,
Then you heard the devil laugh, it made your heart skip a beat.
“Baby, it's not gonna be that easy,”
“But don't you think that's a bit rude? I came all the way here y'know,”
You teared up,
“Can't you at least come out?” he asked,
“Y'know, just to make sure. You're not just making up excuses to avoid us.”
“, avoid me?”
You did not answer. The loud beat of your heart can be heard through your ears.
“I can't.” you held on the knob of the door tight.
