TW: RAPE, VIOLENCE

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

My name had been boomed across the classroom by my science teacher, Mr Bullton.

So here I was, going over what Billy and Stu had told me to say in my head, all whilst holding tightly onto Stu's hand in the empty halls- he had offered to come with me for moral support, and Mr Bullton had agreed that it would be best.

I handed him his appendage back before quickly kissing him on the cheek and dismissing him from standing outside the doors to the front desk- waiting until his figure had left to enter.

"Oh, Ivy. Straight through"

I entered to see Principle Himbry, Dewey and another officer all stood in the crowded room.

"Please," one of them started as the principal walked me to a chair, "take a seat."

They got right into the questions, forcing me to lie about the timeline- "I was forced to pass out with chloroform, I think. Then I woke up in the hospital with Stu, Billy and my mom, but she left as soon as I woke up."

I could feel Himbry's hands on my shoulders, which made me uncomfortable.

Soon, the questions were over after a few more- they 'didn't want to make me feel stressed', and Himbry had asked me to stay behind after the officers had gone.

"Uh, Ivy, Sweetheart-"

"Don't call me that"

"Sorry, Ivy. Could you stay for a moment?"

I sighed, placing my heavy bag back down and sitting back in my seat, "sure. What is it?"

"Now, I'm sure you know this skirt is not appropriate for school, correct?"

I sighed, looking down at my skirt and pulling it down slightly, "look," I began, "I stayed the night at Stu's place and it was this or a pair of his jeans, and unless you want Tatum trying to fight me, then..."

All of a sudden, my cheek was stinging and the room was filled with the sound of a slap.

He slapped me.

"What the fuck was that for?!" I snapped, standing up only for him to push me over his desk.

"Listen here, you little whore! You can't expect to walk around in a skirt like that and have boys control themselves!" He snapped, pressing my face angrily into the hard wood with one hand and undoing his belt with the other.

"Get off me, you fuckin' perv!" I yelled, flailing my legs behind me until I made contact with his crotch, now only covered by a pair of white briefs.

He punched the stitches holding my split lip- from that night- together, busting them and letting the cut bleed- I felt light headed and I just wanted Billy or Stu to come find me.

He took advantage of my dozed state, wrapping his fingers around my neck and pulling me to the floor, blood leaking from my nose and lip as tears welled in my eyes- my oxygen was quickly escaping my lungs as I attempted to plead with him.

"Please don't kill me"

His eyes lit up in a blaze, one that could only ever describe as hellish- with a snarled lip and blown out pupils.

It was stupid really, knowing that Billy and Stu kill people but I don't despise them, whilst right now all I wanted to do was kill this moron.

He let go- maybe out of guilt, or maybe he realised what he was doing, but his hands left my neck with red marks- I coughed as he left my field of view to drag my by my feet to his spinning office chair by my ankles. I kicked my legs and waved my arms whilst he was dragging me, moving my head side to side. I managed to grab a hold of the leg of his desk, but he stepped on my arm before I had the chance to even slow him down, making me let go- he pushed my back over a chair in his office and lifted my skirt until it looked like I wasn't wearing one- he pulled my underwear to the side and touched me several times before taking his hands away- I cried profusely whilst trying to come up with a way to get out.

I was suddenly wide awake as he pulled down his briefs- leaving him completely exposed and completely vulnerable with his pants pooled around his ankles- he couldn't defend himself as the cuff of his left sleeve got caught on his belt's buckle, and he couldn't follow me out half naked.

I managed to push myself up, leaning against the back as he leant toward me, nose touching mine as he made no other move to grab me- maybe he thought I wouldn't try to escape.

Oh, how wrong he was.

So naive.

"Get away from me, asshole!" I yelled, bringing my arm back before punching him square in the jaw, giving me time to rise to my wobbly feet and pull my skirt down slightly- I was still exposed from the waist down, but by the time I had began he was ready to fight me again.

He tried to punch me again, but this time I was ready and I blocked it- using my left hand to hold him back whilst my right one kicked him away- breath heaving.

I ducked under his arms that reached around to wrap themselves around my shoulders, I was able to grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder before he faced me.

"You bitch! Get back here now!" he roared, pulling his boxers up as I stood behind his large armchair, walking to the left as he walked to the right.

I pushed the chair to the floor by the time he was behind it, trapping him momentarily and giving me enough time to leave.

I noticed that the office secretary wasn't there any longer, the cheap plastic seats all empty- had he emptied it out on purpose?

The door was locked from the inside- it was a latch that was shut and locked, but poor quality. I could hear the clattering of his belt as I pulled on the door's large handle hard enough to bust the lock open, running out into the deserted corridors- black boots squeaking across the linoleum

Tears began to streak down my face- bile rising in my throat as I felt blood drip across my lip from my nose- and I heard a voice calling after me- a man's voice.

It wasn't Himbry, no, it was Billy.

I was sobbing now, choking on air and my own spit as I turned around, breath heaving and face red- skirt still bunched around my hips, leaving my underwear on display as I crashed into Billy's chest, who pulled down the fabric as he held me tightly.

"Woah, hey, woah! What's wrong?! Oh my god, baby what happened to your face?!" he yelled, pulling me into an empty classroom and locking the door behind him, pulling out a stool for me to sit on.

"Pr- Himbry just... he just tried to- to-"

He waited for me to regain my composure, rubbing my back as I supported myself over the table.

"He just tried to rape me, Billy"

"HE WHAT?!"

I choked out another sob, immediately muffled by the material of Billy's clean white shirt, now stained with my blood and tears.

"He- He said my skirt was against the dress code then when I tried to leave he... he bent me over his desk and told me I deserved it"

"That fucker's DEAD!" the boy I loved yelled as he grabbed my wrist, thundering toward the door before I pulled him back toward me.

"No! Please! I can't go back there Billy! I- I can't"

He turned back, lips creased in fury as I watched his hands shake with rage, I could feel the heat pouring off of him.

"Alright," he started as he held me close to him, "alright. C'mon, we're leaving".

Billy took me out of school after that, escaping just before they announced we all go home anyway.

"I promise you, Babydoll," he started as he held my hand on a park bench, "he's going to die"

𓆈

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄.

Billy had walked me home, only to ensure I indeed made it home in one piece before following me upstairs whilst I found some fresh clothes.

I settled with items Billy pulled from my closet, which he said he based off 'things he thinks Stu would like' because 'Stu had the same style' as me.

I clipped the final chain to around my waist before turning to face Billy, who ran his fingers across the red lines on my neck bitterly- I could feel the rage bubbling from his fingers as they went.

"Did he touch you?" he asked softly, a stark contrast to his disposition he displays daily.

I nodded, looking down at the ground and holding his free hand with both of mine.

"Alright," he started, kissing the knuckles of my fingers, "he isn't making it home today- I promise you, baby".

𓆈

𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐆, 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓.