1 Victimisation

I sit there staring at the three tiny words on my screen, "thinking well what could go wrong?"

He has messaged me asking if I'm alright. Maybe he just wants to help me out? Maybe he's just trying to be a helpful friend. I grab my keys and drop them out the window to him, now I just have to wait until he gets to my room. I hear his heavy footsteps as he grows closer to my door. The door begins to slowly creak open as his figure fills the doorway. A half-hearted smile graces my face as he walks in and sits down ready to listen to all my bullshit. A weight starts to lift off my shoulders as I let it all out to him. Babbling on and on about how I have no friends, how my family wants me to do counseling, how the whole world is against me, how life is unfair.

He sits there quietly taking in everything I say, nodding and acting like he's going through the same shit as I am when truly I know he doesn't have a clue what I'm going through. At least he came trying to help me, I mean that's the real point, isn't it? I get pulled out of my thoughts as his hand grabs mine and pulls me onto the bed next to him. I look at him with confusion as his arms slowly wrap around my tiny frame comforting me in a way.

I hold back the tears knowing that if I cry he will tell everyone how pathetic I am. He moves and lays down on his side, pulling my wrist with him, making me flop onto my belly beside him. I tell him what is really on my mind. His arm snakes around my waist. He rests his hand on my backside. I stop mid-sentence and remove his arm, saying no. He shrugs me off and scrolls through his phone, uninterested in anything I'm saying, acting like I'm not even there. He smiles as my phone dings across the room. Glancing at me, he edges me to check it. Rolling my eyes I jump up and grab my phone to see its a message from him. I jump back down on the bed and open it.

'Casual root?????'

I stare at the simple words in disgust. I look at him. That cheeky grin smeared on his face, I look back at the phone in my hand simply saying, "No. I can't."

Is that all he was here for? Did he really just come to my room and pretend to listen to all my problems to just get a root out of me? I know he can be a jerk but really, this? Why me? Does he think I'm an easy target? I get ripped out of my thoughts as he pulls me closer, wrapping his legs around mine. I try to pull away but fail. He has me trapped. I think of ways to get out of this as he tries going in for a kiss. I pull away and say no, yet again. Does he not get the hint?

"Why?" he questions me.

"Well I have my period so no thanks plus I wouldn't go there again sorry", I respond calmly, hoping he won't try anything else. Hoping that's the end of it.

"I'm really not in the mood for this sorry"

"Oh come on Bella", he says as he moves on top of my body, trapping me underneath him. He grabs my hands forcefully and pins them above my head. I try to wriggle my way out but can't.

There's no way I'm getting out of this one. I lay there helpless as his lips collide with mine, slowly moving down my neck, and then lower. His hand moves my shirt out the way as he kisses further down. I wriggle trying to free myself but no matter how hard I try he thinks I like it as he grinds his hips against mine. He creeps back up my neck with what flaps of skin he calls lips. With one hand moving further down and starts to feel me up. I manage to get one hand free before his hand disappears into the forbidden.

"That's enough Josh! I can't!"

I start to squirm underneath him. He finally lets go of my hands as I grip his shirt to try and shrug him off me. I hold his weight with my arms, desperately aware he could squash me. With his hands now free, he starts to undo his pants, edging them lower and lower. I try to push him off... but fail. He slams his lips on mine as he grinds once more against me. He suddenly grabs my hand forcing me to hold his dick, I resist as much as I could. I succeed as annoyance plays across his face.

"You know I could always do this..."

With an evil grin on his face, he starts to move up, slowly bringing his waist up towards my face. I turn my head away as he grabs the back of my head with one hand and pulls my head forward. Trying to force his dick into my mouth, I turn my head into the pillow and wriggle out from underneath him desperately to get away. Finally, free I dart across to the other side of the room and land on my desk chair as a wave of relief flows over me. Uncontrollable thoughts run through my head as the previous events begin to set in.

What was that? Why would he do that? I said no how did he not understand that? Was that a form of ****? Sexual Harassment? What do I do now? Kick him out of my room? Be nasty to him and tell him to fuck off? I'm too nice for that shit though I can't be that rude.

I glance up and connect eyes with him as he slowly stands and makes his way to me. I jump off the chair and try to duck away but fail. He catches me by the waist and lifts me up forcing my legs apart with his waist. Again I try to wriggle away out of his grasp but he sits me down on the desk trapping me once more, kissing me on the lips.

I push him away as he lifts me up off the desk and sits down on the bed making me straddle him, I quickly jump off him and sit back on the desk chair. Hopefully, he got the hint and will stop now, I don't want to kick him out. He gets up off the bed as a sigh comes out and pulls his pants up finally.

"You can have a cigarette and the lighter I don't care", I say as he gets up and grabs a cigarette and lighter and walks out of the room. I rush and lock the door behind him hoping he doesn't come back.