“Leave. Get out. I don’t want to see you.”
My heart was breaking harder the more I looked at him. Looking at him brought back the memories of that day when he went to a place no one has ever gone. He took my innocence away from me and now he dared to show his face as if everything was okay?
“Jake, please listen to me.” I faintly heard Liam saying but I just couldn’t.
“Get out!” I yelled as I covered my ears to stop the voices that no longer sounded like faint whispers but now sounded like rolling waves hitting against the rocks. “Get out, get out.” Tears streamed down my face as I fell on my knees to the floor with my eyes closed.
“Please leave,” Keith said from somewhere so far away. “Look at what you are doing to him, it took me weeks to finally get him to come out
When Monday came, I was about ready to attend class and get back to my normal life, I hadn’t heard anything from Liam and I was happy because I was finally starting to forget his touch and how it made my skin crawl. When I got to the art theatre, I was the only one who was there so I made myself busy. I walked over to my work station and grabbed my headsets from my bag along with my pencils, placing them on the table next to my easel. I picked my favourite pencil and started drawing. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew that my mind wanted to express itself and I let it take the lead as loud rock music blasted in my ears. I didn’t notice when the other students started coming in until I felt a hand on my shoulder and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I took my headsets off and turned to face Olivia who smiled sheepishly at me.
My phone rang during lunch and I searched for it in my bag while laughing at the story that Olivia was retelling from one of the parties she had attended thinking it was an ‘art’ party. I pulled the phone from my bag and looked at the caller ID but the number was unknown. “Excuse me, let me take this.” I got up and walked away from the table we had been sitting all the way from the lunch court then answered. “Hello?” “So it is because of that girl,” came an all too familiar voice, one that I never wanted to hear. I clenched my hand into a fist as I spoke into the phone, looking around to see where he could be hiding or if he had someone watching my every move. “Listen here, I don’t know how you keep getting my number but I just want to make this clear. There is nothing between you and I and so it remains so stop
"Miller, right?” one of the guys I recognised to be from my Art class asked as I was walking to the library to get some studying done for the upcoming finals. “The Artist?” “Um, yeah I’m Jake. How can I help you?” I was looking around, suddenly feeling anxious. What if Liam had sent him? Couldn’t he just leave me alone? The guy rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he took another step towards me which instinctively made me take a step back from him. “Sorry if I come off sounding a little weird,” he began. “I just wanted to ask if you could help me prepare for finals. My art is basically non-existent and Professor Burns is always praising you in all the classes and he suggested I should see you if I need some help.” He looked sincere enough and the fact that he didn’t know Liam made my guard slowly fall as I was now able to breathe properly. “Okay, but I was going to the library just now,” I said as I pointed in the direction of the library which was on the other side of campus.
"Wake up pretty boy,” I heard someone call out to me followed by a sharp kick in my ribs. I groaned in pain as I rolled on my side and my eyes fluttered open but I still couldn’t see anything because of the black bag covering my head. It was making it so hard to breathe and I wondered how I was still alive after hitting my head so hard because I could feel the sharp pain piercing through my skull and making everything around me spin even though I was laying on a hard surface which I assumed was the floor. “Aw, look he’s in pain,” one of the guys cooed as someone kicked me hard in the ribs once more. “Isn’t it so cute?” I wriggled in pain as I tried to get away from them, feeling the pain in my head and coursing through me which made it hard to even try and get away. “Please, let me go. I don’t know what I did but please,” I was able to find my voice and plead for my life. This went far beyond action movies. I was in real danger and the worst part about all of this was that I was in
“What do you mean? I moved away from him as his eyes turned darker. I didn’t have a good feeling about this anymore. Something in him had changed and whatever he meant, I was very certain I was not going to like it one bit. “Evan?”But Evan just stood up and walked out of the room, leaving me alone.Now I was panicking because he looked like he was going to do something that would really break me. I had to get out of here when I still had the chance. I tried removing the binds on my wrists but they were fastened really tightly. Crap, I really had to get out of here but whatever I tried, nothing seemed to be working. Maybe this was my fate, to always suffer and have my heart broken ever since time I felt like I was starting to heal.Evan came back a few minutes later with Ryan and two more other guys. My heart beat increased as everything started to sink in. It had all been a ruse to get me here.“Was it all fake?” I asked, feeling the fight in me disappear as I hang my head in defeat.
“You know, sometime you are gonna have to get out there and explore,” Keith said as he plopped on the couch and grabbed the remote. “I know you miss your friends but I highly doubt that any of them will want you to basically be the walking dead while they aren’t here.”I mentally rolled my eyes. “It’s not like that, you know I have a lot going on with Uni and I can’t afford to fail. Not now, not ever.”Keith scoffed and turned to face me, “you have got to be kidding me. Let’s get some facts correct here for a change: you are one of the smartest people in faculty of Arts you aren’t broke, like ever and you have looks to kill. All the girls in my faculty who have seen you always ask about you but ever time I have to turn them down on your behalf which ends up making me look like a jerk or worse off, that I have a secret crush on you,” he said matter-of-factly. “Just come with me to tonight’s party and prove everyone wrong.”“Prove them wrong in what regards?” I arched an eyebrow and plac
The next morning I woke up with a major headache and in the most uncomfortable position anyone can ever wake up in. I looked at my surroundings at I wasn’t sure where I was but when the person next to me stirred, I nearly fell off the bed. “What the actual fuck. Who are you?” I yelled but then grabbed my head to stop it from spinning. The guy’s eyes bulged open and he stared at me with his mouth agape with utter disbelief and disgust but no words came out of his gaping mouth. I tried to recall what had happened the previous night but my memory was all messed up. Feeling shame with myself for allowing this happen, I grabbed my phone and jacket and bolted out of there as fast as I could. I had over ten missed calls from Keith, two from Nick and Kai and one from an unknown number. I dialled Keith’s number as I sat by the curb of the road, not feeling like I could make it if I continued walking. Keith picked up on the second ring, “Yo dude, where the hell are you? I looked for you ever
“This year’s Art Show is going to be held and organised by you. I believe you have the passion and drive to make this the best Art Show the entire university ever had,” our Professor went on saying but I was half paying attention to what he was saying. My mind was preoccupied with the events of the last few days from Friday and the rest of the weekend. The more I thought about it, the more wary I became. If he could so easy find me at my apartment, then what chance did I have of him not finding out exactly where I was or what department I was from? Panic raised through me as my hands got clammy and the pencil I was holding fell to the floor.“Are you okay?” Olivia whispered as she leaned closer to me.I turned my gaze to her momentarily and then looked back at the professor who was still explaining what he expected to see from us at the Art Show.“Yeah, just thinking about the Art Show,” I replied with a smile and Olivia smiled back at me. “I’m super excited about it but I know my a
“What do you mean? I moved away from him as his eyes turned darker. I didn’t have a good feeling about this anymore. Something in him had changed and whatever he meant, I was very certain I was not going to like it one bit. “Evan?”But Evan just stood up and walked out of the room, leaving me alone.Now I was panicking because he looked like he was going to do something that would really break me. I had to get out of here when I still had the chance. I tried removing the binds on my wrists but they were fastened really tightly. Crap, I really had to get out of here but whatever I tried, nothing seemed to be working. Maybe this was my fate, to always suffer and have my heart broken ever since time I felt like I was starting to heal.Evan came back a few minutes later with Ryan and two more other guys. My heart beat increased as everything started to sink in. It had all been a ruse to get me here.“Was it all fake?” I asked, feeling the fight in me disappear as I hang my head in defeat.
"Wake up pretty boy,” I heard someone call out to me followed by a sharp kick in my ribs. I groaned in pain as I rolled on my side and my eyes fluttered open but I still couldn’t see anything because of the black bag covering my head. It was making it so hard to breathe and I wondered how I was still alive after hitting my head so hard because I could feel the sharp pain piercing through my skull and making everything around me spin even though I was laying on a hard surface which I assumed was the floor. “Aw, look he’s in pain,” one of the guys cooed as someone kicked me hard in the ribs once more. “Isn’t it so cute?” I wriggled in pain as I tried to get away from them, feeling the pain in my head and coursing through me which made it hard to even try and get away. “Please, let me go. I don’t know what I did but please,” I was able to find my voice and plead for my life. This went far beyond action movies. I was in real danger and the worst part about all of this was that I was in
"Miller, right?” one of the guys I recognised to be from my Art class asked as I was walking to the library to get some studying done for the upcoming finals. “The Artist?” “Um, yeah I’m Jake. How can I help you?” I was looking around, suddenly feeling anxious. What if Liam had sent him? Couldn’t he just leave me alone? The guy rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he took another step towards me which instinctively made me take a step back from him. “Sorry if I come off sounding a little weird,” he began. “I just wanted to ask if you could help me prepare for finals. My art is basically non-existent and Professor Burns is always praising you in all the classes and he suggested I should see you if I need some help.” He looked sincere enough and the fact that he didn’t know Liam made my guard slowly fall as I was now able to breathe properly. “Okay, but I was going to the library just now,” I said as I pointed in the direction of the library which was on the other side of campus.
My phone rang during lunch and I searched for it in my bag while laughing at the story that Olivia was retelling from one of the parties she had attended thinking it was an ‘art’ party. I pulled the phone from my bag and looked at the caller ID but the number was unknown. “Excuse me, let me take this.” I got up and walked away from the table we had been sitting all the way from the lunch court then answered. “Hello?” “So it is because of that girl,” came an all too familiar voice, one that I never wanted to hear. I clenched my hand into a fist as I spoke into the phone, looking around to see where he could be hiding or if he had someone watching my every move. “Listen here, I don’t know how you keep getting my number but I just want to make this clear. There is nothing between you and I and so it remains so stop
When Monday came, I was about ready to attend class and get back to my normal life, I hadn’t heard anything from Liam and I was happy because I was finally starting to forget his touch and how it made my skin crawl. When I got to the art theatre, I was the only one who was there so I made myself busy. I walked over to my work station and grabbed my headsets from my bag along with my pencils, placing them on the table next to my easel. I picked my favourite pencil and started drawing. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew that my mind wanted to express itself and I let it take the lead as loud rock music blasted in my ears. I didn’t notice when the other students started coming in until I felt a hand on my shoulder and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I took my headsets off and turned to face Olivia who smiled sheepishly at me.
“Leave. Get out. I don’t want to see you.” My heart was breaking harder the more I looked at him. Looking at him brought back the memories of that day when he went to a place no one has ever gone. He took my innocence away from me and now he dared to show his face as if everything was okay? “Jake, please listen to me.” I faintly heard Liam saying but I just couldn’t. “Get out!” I yelled as I covered my ears to stop the voices that no longer sounded like faint whispers but now sounded like rolling waves hitting against the rocks. “Get out, get out.” Tears streamed down my face as I fell on my knees to the floor with my eyes closed. “Please leave,” Keith said from somewhere so far away. “Look at what you are doing to him, it took me weeks to finally get him to come out
The next few days passed by in a blur. I didn’t bother leaving my room when Keith was around and I only left it to use the bathroom when he was gone. It was a pathetic life but that was all I knew. I hadn’t attended any of my classes and Olivia kept calling and texting but when she realised I wasn’t ever going to respond to her, she came over looking for me so I could help out with the Art Show. But I just wasn’t in the mood. I didn’t want to see anyone much less have a conversation with them, afraid I might just up crying and then they would ask what was wrong. I was not ready for that conversation. “Jake?” Keith asked for the hundredth time but got no response. “Dude, I don’t know what happened to you but it’s not like you to miss your classes much less not eat something for over a week. I am getting really worried because I don’t know whether you are still alive there.” I could hear the worry in his and it broke my heart that I was making him worry so much about me. “Please tal
Tears rolled down my cheeks. I felt violated and there was nothing that I could do as Liam violated my body. His hands roamed all over my body as he continued to move in and out of me, right there in the living room.“I didn’t want to do this,” he breathed into my skin, “but you forced me into doing it.”“P-p-please, stop. You are hurting me,” I was whimpering as the tears blurred my vision.“Shut up,” he snapped, using one hand to hold my throat, making pain shoot through me. “You brought this upon yourself you little whore. I told you I don’t share what’s mine but you had to go and be all over him.”The words faded on my lips, each word catching in my throat dangerously. All I wanted in that moment was for someone to kill me. I had had enough of this pain.Once he was finally satisfied, he gave one look of disgust, pulled up his jeans and walked away as my body crumpled on the floor. Tears flowing down my cheeks hard as sobs racked through my body.“Show yourself out and remember, y
My heart was racing, of all the people I could run into it had to be him. I pushed myself away from him and straightened myself. “What are you doing here?” I wanted to sound confident and unaffected by his presence but my voice deceived me. He smirked as he eyed me up and down, finding the whole thing amusing. “I could be asking you the same thing, only I saved your arse from falling and embarrassing yourself more than you always do,” his voice was laced with a hint of taunting and he slowly crossed his arms around his chest. “The least you can do is say thank you. Didn’t your parents teach you any manners? Oh, wait, they were hardly around because they couldn’t stand you.” I swallowed hard, for everyone I had to meet, it just had to be him and I wasn’t ready to talk to him about anything. “I-I have to go,” my voice was small and it reminded me of being scared as a kid and this was not the time. I had to get out of here and as far away from him as possible. I tried stepping past him