So, this is the second half of the dream... still thinking of a title, I've narrowed it down to like five choices so I'll try to figure it out by the next time I post.
Kyle and I danced for about five songs before I needed another refill, I was already buzzed by not fully drunk. I know it's stupid, but I really needed to be drunk to dance well.
"Kyle, I'll be right back, I need another beer," I said.
"Do you want me to go with you?" he asked. I considered having him walk with me, if I was seen with Kyle Solomon I would be the most popular girl in the eleventh grade, but I decided against it. Stupidest decision of my life.
"No thanks, I'm fine," I said with a smile.
I made my way back to the cooler where a familiar man was still slumped against the wall. I stopped walking when I saw him. Carl hadn't moved since I left with Kyle. I took a few deep breaths in preparation for Carl's fury then walked up to him.
"Hello, Carl," I said indifferently.
"Isabelle, I don't want you to go out with Kyle. He isn't good news."
"I’m perfectly capable of making my own decisions. I think Kyle's a nice guy, so I'm going to do whatever I want with him, with or without your approval," I snapped.
"But see that's it," he said with a smile, holding my hand, "You think everyone is good."
"No, I don't." I yanked my hand out of his grip. And, as always when I'm drunk, I said exactly what was on my mind, even though I knew I shouldn't have. "Carl, I don't care that you like me. Keep your feelings and your hands to yourself!"
"What?" he asked, fury filling his eyes.
"Y-You heard me," I stuttered. In an instant, I wasn’t drunk anymore, I was afraid.
All of a sudden, he twisted his arm around my waist and pulled me out the door. He pulled me through the grass into the woods, ignoring all my complaints. He stopped when we were a few feet into the woods. We weren't far from the house; I could still see his face in the light. He leaned me against a tree, and stood in front of me.
"Do you want to play a game?" he asked, in an eerie voice.
"What?" I asked. I was confused; he dragged me out here because he wanted to play a game?
"Do you want to play a game, you know like the ones we used to play?"
It took me a second to understand what he was saying. Did he want to play a board game like we used to when we were kids? Twister, Monopoly, Checkers? Or did he want to delve into the realm of junior high games? Truth-or-Dare, Would You Rather, Spin the Bottle? Spin the Bottle; that leads to kissing. Then the gears in my head clicked; that game.
"No, Carl!" I screamed. He ducked down to my head and pressed his lips down onto mine. His braces cut my lip and made them bleed. I couldn't close my eyes; they stayed wide open, watching everything he did. I cried out behind his lips, but it was useless, everyone was inside, listening to the loud music. He pressed me into the bark of the tree, making it impossible to escape. My head thrashed, trying to break the kiss. The bark dislodged from the tree and fell in little pieces around my head. His hand captured my chin, and he kissed me harder.
I pulled my hands out from between our bodies and grabbed his blonde hair, ripping out two fistfuls. He left my lips for a second, and his eyes flew open. Two pale blue pools of rage. He shoved his mouth to mine again and pried my lips open. His breath filled my mouth. It smelled like tacos and bean dip. The blood from my lips filled my mouth, adding rust to the taste; I was beginning to feel faint.
I tried to scream again, but my voice was trapped, paralyzed by fear. I brought my hands between us again and pushed against the squishy skin of his stomach. This time he got angrier. He took a step back and stared at me, then brought his hands to the collar of my blouse and ripped the buttons off. His hands fiddled with everything they could reach. I screamed and he shoved his mouth to mine again. He dropped his hands to my waist and fiddled with the button on my skirt, his lips never parting from mine. I started to squirm around so he couldn't get the button undone, but he pressed closer, and succeeded. One of his legs pushed between mine, so our feet made a pattern. Mine, his, mine, his. I took advantage of this position to fight back. I thrust my knee upwards, and kicked him. He staggered back in pain and doubled over. I missed my chance to run. I stayed where I was, I couldn't move.
After a second, he rushed back to me and unzipped his pants. He pressed into me with greater force, and made me cry harder. He stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, pressing his chubby hands in places he had always dreamed of, then backed up, zipped up his pants and smiled. Then he walked away, cracking his knuckles, and laughing that breathy laugh.
Critiques would be amazing. Thanks!
~Dommy
I'm really glad you enjoyed it.
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