No place like hell - H.N. S (e ink epub reader .TXT) 📗

me on my bed so easily, trapping me by holding both my hands in his right hand above my head whilst he pulled down my pants with his other hand. With limited movements i could only wriggle my body to protest but it was no use as i laid under him, naked from the waist down, tears blurred my vision but i could tell that he was now positioning himself between my legs.

With one hungry thrust he had broken my virtue. I had let out a scream, kicked my feet and tried pushing my hands away but nothing would work, he just kept pounding his cock into me. It was all so painful, but i couldn’t do anything about it.

“Ughh, you’re so tight” he grunted through his teeth then plunged in and out one last time before withdrawing is cock and squirting his hot, sticky white stuff all over my bruised stomach. He collapsed on top of me for a short while to get his breath back before staggering off my bed and down the hall to his own room. I laid there, curled up in blood, semen and tears wishing that it would never happen again. That night Simon Wilson had raped me but it was by no means the last time.

(Present)

I am brought back to reality when i heard a car horn to the right of me. I stop in my tracks as the window rolled down revealing Jacks smug face.

“I thought you wanted the toilet?” He questioned

“Oh, i meant the one at home..” i gave a sarcastic smile, but he replied with a full, all teeth genuine smile building the lust inside me.

“Even though that was a fake smile, its the only smile i’ve seen on your face. You should smile more often, you look hot” I blushed and it coloured my face red. He had just complimented me! I didn’t know how to respond other than to put up a barrier of cockiness.

“I smile all the time, just not when i’m with you! Its funny how that works, isn’t it” I resumed my fast pace walking, now only 10 minutes left to make what should be 20 minutes left till my house.

“owch, that hurt! I’ll forgive you if you let me drive you home. Its the least i could do, it is my fault you’re going to be late.” He stopped the car, just as i had stopped walking.

I closed my eyes for a second, taking in a deep breath through my nose and out through my mouth. I knew he could get me home on time so i opened my eyes. “fine, but this doesn’t mean i’m going to tutor you!” I shook my finger at him, to which he laughed his deep warm hearted laugh as he unlocked the passenger door. I blushed once more before climbing into his black Mazda CX-5.

He put his hands up in a defensive way, “no no no, just giving my friend a lift home” He smiled his too over confident smile.

“We’re not friends” I said dryly

“why?”

“I don’t want any friends” I took a big breath in and closed my eyes “i just want to be left alone” I opened my eyes and stared out the window. Since my father started to abuse me, i separated from my friends and never made any new ones. I couldn’t let anyone in close enough to see my scars or to find out what Simon was doing to me or i could be in for a worse fate.

“well that’s tough because we’re now friends!” I shot my head to face his. He lifted his hand and i tensed my body, gasped and shut my eyes ready for the pain. After a while i opened my eyes and let out the breath i was holding. I realised that he wasn't goint to hit me, he only wanted to shake my hand. “Hi, i’m Jack Edwards”.

I looked up at his flawless, model like face to see it pained with confusion and pain from my reaction to his hand, unable to face the pain in his eyes I could only look at his hand, fear still pumping through my veins.

When he knew i wasn’t going to shake his hand he brushed it through his rough hair and back on the steering wheel and pulled back out onto the road.

“East or west?” He asked the ultimate question, this is what divided the school from the popular to the geeks. The west was home to some of the grandest houses, enough to sleep a large family and all the staff, something i have only ever had chance of seeing once, when i was younger. Then there was where i lived, the south east. The east was home to some of the poorest, but the south east was worse! If there was a shooting, drug deal or murder, it was happening in the south east. No place like home eh!

“erm..” i cleared my throat “east... south east” He looked at me shocked, swallowed deep then smiled his prince charming smile.
Chapter 3- Road to hell

“This is me” I whispered, as we pulled up across the road from my small, run down house. Looking over at the clock on the dash board it read 4:55pm. I had made it in time, maybe tonight i won’t get beaten as hard. I leaned over to open the door. My heart sank, “Unlock the door!” he smiled his arrogant smile at me, but i didn’t have time for this. “UNLOCK THE DOOR!”

“no, first agree to tutor me”

“I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!” i had now tried the door handle several times, frantically trying to get out the metal cage he had locked us both in. I was starting to hyperventilate as images of what could happen flash in my mind.

“why?” He asked puzzled to know why i have to be home precisely.

We sat silent for a while. My gaze now focused on the car driving down the road and pulling into my drive way. I was too late, Simon was home. My eyes followed him as he got out the car and into the house. It would be about now he was realising i wasn’t there. A tear shot down my cheek as i thought about what he was going to do to me.

My phone started to ring nonstop, one call after the other all reading Simon as the caller ID. Now my tears fell faster, more uncontrollable.

“What’s wrong? Don’t cry! I was only playing with you” He lent it to touch me on my shoulder, but i only tensed and clutched the car seat tightly making my knuckles white.

“Please... please let me out” I whimpered and before he could touch me he unlocked the doors. I pulled the handle and then pushed the door open. I basically ran to the front door, but before i could unlock it, the door had swung open and i had fallen inside.

“I’m sorry.. i’m so sorry i’m late!” i frantically tried to apologise but it was no use, he was dragging me up the stairs to my room by my hair. He threw me on my bead and trapped me under his grasp on my throat.

“WHO WAS THAT IN THE CAR?” i couldn’t answer, there was no air getting to my lungs. “ANSWER ME WHORE!”

“no..no one”

“LIAR! I TOLD YOU I AM THE ONLY MAN YOU CAN EVER LOVE! I HAVE PROVEN THIS TO YOU BEFORE!”

“no” i tried to breath in “i tutor him in English.. ask.. my teacher” My face started to turn red and my eyes were going blurry, i knew if he didn’t take his hand off my i could pass out.

He pealed his hand away from my throat and grabbed my wrist. I tried to let in as much oxygen in as i could but every breath burned as it went to my lungs, but i couldn’t get enough.

“i’ll call your teacher in the morning and you better not be lying to me!” his grip grew tighter on my wrists and i knew that they were going to bruise. He lent down, forcing his lips on me and only breaking the touch to punch me in the stomach.

****

The next morning i was forced awake by a bucket of cold water being splashed on my face. I instantly sat up, wincing as the pain from my stomach resurfaced.

“i called your teacher, he said that you have to tutor this boy but only once a week! So every Saturday you go to his house but you have to be back here by 5:00pm otherwise you’re not allowed to leave the house again! Do you hear me?” He spoke through his teeth, with hatred in his eyes.

“Y..yes sir” I whispered.

“Get ready he’ll be here in at 8:30am” he threw the bucket to the floor and sat on my bed. He lifted his hand to my throat “and if you think about telling anyone about our little secret..” his grasp got tighter.

He left my room and headed for the stairs. It wasn’t until i heard him bang the front door shut and get into his car to drive to work until i let out the breath i didn’t know i was holding in.

My eyes darted to the clock; it read 6:00am Saturday morning. I stripped the dirty sheets from my bed and went to rid myself of last night’s rape. When i got out the shower i stood in front of my long mirror and pulled the towel off, revealing my naked body so i could examine the damage that was done. My stomach had suffered the most, it was black, red and blue and too sore to touch. My eyes drifted to my more than averaged size breast and to my nipples, his bite marks still prominent and pink. My thighs had purple coloured out lines of his hands from him prying my legs open to get better access to my vagina.

Then what i had dreaded the most, places that could be seen, my face and wrist. My cheeks crimson from the powerful slaps he sliced across my face several times, eyes puffy from the crying and lips battered from the pounding of his lips.

Finally my eyes flicked down to my wrists, and i was right, his heavy grasping of my wrists had left purple marks on each wrist. But still this wasn’t the worst he had ever done.

I carefully picked my clothes, a long sleeved top, skinny black jeans and jacket to make sure