Fifty Shades of Jeremike

Chapter 72~

cw: sexual assault

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Winters POV

I quickly learned how to fake my happiness.

Sixth grade went on for millions of years, and seventh is only worse. I've been forced to pick up sports to have an excuse for all the bruises I have. I prefer the vocal beatings over the physical ones.

I was walking to softball practice, my head down and my face bare. I usually add a bit of concealer and mascara, but it gets ruined with all the sweating. I hated my acne, and makeup was the only way I could cover it.

Walking through the locker room, I set my backpack down next to the wall, unzipping it and grabbing my uniform. I heard footsteps and laughter approaching quickly, making me rush to put my backpack in my locker.

"Hey, faggot, come in here to perv?" I heard Zack yell.

"No, I'm not gay." I mumbled, looking down.

"Everybody knows you are, stop trying to pretend." Zack snarled.

"Leave me alone." I spoke a bit louder.

"What if I don't want to?" Zack stepped closer, to which I flinched.

"Please.." I whimpered. I realized I sounded like a complete loser, but I really wasn't up for a beating.

"If you're gay then you wouldn't mind doing me a favor, would you?" Zack smirked.

"I-I'm not gay, please leave me alone." I stuttered out. He grabbed my wrist and slammed me into a locker.

"You're gonna suck my dick and you're gonna fucking like it." He growled. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, a lump in my throat and my eyes swelling up with tears as my breathing got heavier.

"N-No.." I squeaked out. He pushed me onto my knees, yanking my hair and forcing me to look at him.

"You're a whore, you're good for nothing but a good fuck or two, so why don't you get to it, faggot?" Zack pushed my head against his crotch, which I could feel growing against my face. I felt warm tears stream down my face as I let out a sob. He yanked harder on my hair before unzipping his jeans and pulling himself out of his boxers.

"Please stop..." I cried. My voice was going hoarse and I felt like I was on the verge of a panic attack. Before I could beg him to stop once again, he shoved the entirety of his erection down my throat. I sobbed and choked, unable to breathe. I could hear him swear above me as he continued to yank my hair. I felt hopeless, defenseless, worthless even. I felt a knot in my chest and I had almost passed out before he was done. When he did shoot his load, I choked on the disgusting liquid. He laughed at me and snapped a photo with his phone.

"Now everybody will know that the class slut is offering." Zack mocked. "See you during practice, faggot."

I sat on the floor, sobbing. I didn't want to move, or get up, or exist. I just wanted to disappear.