dark revenge chapter 4

KYLIE:

Things got a lot worse.

I was invited to Cali's yacht party and it seemed fun until they all left me out. Then someone attacked me, they were slamming my head off something, then I must've been knocked out because I woke up in a hospital.

But I still didn't dare get back at anyone. I was shy. And I just let everything happen.

Then I went back to school, with stitches and bandages, and 2 of my old best friends teamed up to hurt me.

They told me they wanted to be mates with me again and took me to that creepy abandoned school bus. They told me we would look for ghosts like the old times and they made me wear a blindfold and not to move because it would help me sense the ghosts better.

But then they slowly started to undress me. They unbuttoned my shirt. I felt their cold hands touching my skin, kissing and licking me in places they shouldn't. I tried to fight them off, but I couldn't move with the blindfold on. They were laughing, telling me how pathetic I was, how much of a loser.

They pushed me down on the dirty bus floor, their weight pressing me into the hard metal. I could feel their breath hot against my skin, their lips brushing against me. I wanted to scream, to cry, but I couldn't. All I could do was lie there, helpless.

Then Daphne pulled down my panties. I felt the cool air against my skin. I wanted to close my legs, to make them stop. But I couldn't move. I could feel Keira's hand between my legs, rubbing me in a way that made me feel sick. They were laughing, enjoying the control they had over me.

And then they started to touch me. I felt their fingers inside me, stretching me, making me feel so uncomfortable and so wrong. They moaned and groaned, their bodies moving against mine as they continued their disgusting act. I tried to block out the pain, to focus on anything else but what was happening. But it was impossible.

Time seemed to slow down, each second lasting an eternity. I could feel myself growing numb, both physically and emotionally. They kept going, their touch growing more forceful, more demanding. And with each thrust, each caress, I felt myself slipping further and further away from myself, from who I wanted to be.

Finally, it was over. They pulled away from me, breathing hard, their chests heaving. I lay there, my body aching, my mind reeling. I didn't know what to think, what to feel. I just wanted to disappear, to fade away into nothingness. But I couldn't. I had to go back to school, to face them again. To face everyone who had seen or heard what had happened.