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If Looks Could Kill: I Remember This... (Pt 2)

Why did he do it in the first place? I know I loathed him, but did he feel the same? He must of hated me to act so unkindly, right? But the worst was when his big and brown head talked. Words came out everyday and those words, beside him, I feared.
Him: I’m going to rape you.
We were in middle school for goodness sakes. Why do we have to even know about these horrid things? But he knew and I knew, unfortunately. He pushed my side against the steel wall, his fingers stretching up my leg and to my ooposite side. He poked down hard and laughed at my winces and complains. My attempts to get him away were hopeless, but how was that possible if he was shorter than me? I tried again, to fight my own battle while all eyes were on me. I didn’t understand how they could all watch without helping me. IT squeezed my body in the small space between the wall and his body. He placed his on top of me and pressed down back and forth. The movement combined with his smile was killing, as if looks could kill.

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