Pregnant For My Bully

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Amelia Forbes

Jason had been acting weird. I noticed it as soon as he opened the door for me earlier, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was exactly.

Like in the living room just now, he’d suddenly decided that the sound of the lawn mower was distracting, and asked that we move to his room instead.

As we walked up the stairs to the room, Jason giving me directions, I noticed in the shadow that he cast behind me that he’d stopped walking and I could feel him staring.

What was he planning now? Another prank?

That was honestly the last thing I needed right now.

As we got to his semi messy bedroom, my eyes roamed for a good place to sit.

Jason motioned to the bed. “Just sit there.”

My suspicion grew and I began to feel very uncomfortable.

My dress rode up my thigh a little as I lowered myself onto the bed, and the strange look in Jason’s eyes made me wish I’d worn jeans today.

As he lowered himself next to me on the bed, I hurriedly began to fill out his manual. Thankfully I’d gone halfway before I’d gotten here.

He moved closer. Too close for comfort.

I remembered the night of the party. Is that what he was trying to repeat? Play another prank?

Soon, I got to the last page of the manual, filled it out and thrust it into his hand.

As I picked up my books and made to leave, he grabbed my hand stopping me.

“Calm down for a second, Mel,” He laughed. “All work and no play makes Jason a dull boy.”

I sharply withdrew my hand from his hold, irritation beginning to rise within me.

“What kind of prank do you wanna play now? I’m not in the mood for your expensive jokes, Jason and I’m not falling for it.”

Jason only let out a low laugh, walking to the door and shutting it.

“No one’s around, Mel. Let’s have fun.”

As I heard the door click shut and saw Jason drop the key into his pocket, I felt bile begin to rise in the back of my throat.

He picked up a small remote and pressed a button, blasting loud music from the home theater speakers.

No, no. God, please no. This can’t be happening.

He moved towards me, spanning my waist and leaned in to kiss me. Cold panic ran through me and I blocked his lips from mine with my open palm, my fingers clawing at his face.

Catching him off guard, I rushed to the window, feeling like I was about to throw up. I knocked heavily, desperately, willing someone to look up and see me.

As Jason recovered, coming up behind me and clapping a hand over my mouth to stop my screaming, I felt my eyes well up with tears of horror.

This couldn’t be happening to me. It couldn’t be. Please no.

He tore my fingers from the window sill and grabbed my neck, squeezing tightly and then shoving me on the bed.

The sound of his belt popping open brought with it a terrible revelation. Jason was about to have his way with me. He was about to rape me.

Screaming in horror as loud as I could, I raced for the door again.

“Help me!” I yelled at the top of my voice, beating my fists against the door with all the strength I could muster.

But the only thing I could hear was the blood rushing through my ears as the music overshadowed my cries for help.

I felt Jason walking towards me. His undone belt had loosened his jeans around the waist and now he stood in nothing but his boxers, fully aroused.

“It’s no use. No one can hear you.”

As I opened my mouth to scream again, he clapped one hand over my mouth and drew me closer to him. And I could feel his erection poking against my butt.

Roughly, he shoved me onto the bed, making me lie on my face. Still cupping his palm over my mouth, he knelt in between my legs, splitting them wider.

I could feel myself hyperventilating, struggling, tears and sweat running down my forehead and into my mouth as I begged.

“P-please Jason!” I sobbed. “Whatever I did to you, I’m rea-really sorry. Please don’t do-”

I screamed out in pain as he pulled up my dress to my stomach, ripping my panties brutally.

I couldn’t breathe.

He intertwined our fingers forcefully on the bed and began to thrust into me.

I let out a sharp cry in pain struggling as hard as I could. But I was no match for him.

He cursed loudly, muttering something about virgins being so tight. Then bracing himself, he took a second thrust.

I opened my mouth to scream, but I wasn’t sure if any sounds were coming out.

Pain like liquid fire rushed through me. Every part of me was hurting.

He moved my head to the side, deeper into the sheets, as he increased his pace, panting, moaning.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

My tears soon stained the sheets and I sought for some kind of distraction. Anything that would take my mind from the assault of my body.

Ignoring the huge drops of tears in my eyes, I realized how warm the sheets felt against my cheek. And how the white appearance of everything in the room-white sheets, white curtains, white furniture-made me feel nauseous.

And slowly I began to block it all out until it faded away. Completely.

After a while, he let out a loud moan like a wounded animal and finally rolled off me.

The only pain I was aware of was the burning soreness in between my thighs. So I lay there, unmoving. Confused.

After Jason zipped up his jeans, he thumped me on the back. “Time to go. Get up,” He barked.

Seeing that I wasn’t cooperating he grabbed my arm and forced me upright.

I let out a cry, realizing how hard it was to stand upright. I was sore all over.

Jason rolled his eyes. “Stop being so fucking dramatic. You knew this was going to happen so stop pretending like you didn’t.”

He busied himself with changing his outfit and then continued,”Don’t you dare tell anyone about this. Don’t even think about it,” He threatened. “After all it’s your fault for being such a slut.”

Fresh tears formed in my eyes as I realized I couldn’t speak because I’d lost my voice.

As I stared at him, looking but not seeing, my eyes traveled to the sheets. I let out a gasp as I saw that blood had stained nearly half the bed.

Blood on the sheets. Blood on Jason’s t-shirt.

Dried blood in between my legs.

Jason had stolen my virginity. Taken it like it was nothing.

My hands shook uncontrollably as I slumped to the floor. He had already taken my life. The insults, the bullying.

But the one thing that was mine to give. He had stolen it from me. And he blamed me for it.

Tears of confusion and helplessness ran down my cheeks.

Jason let out a hiss, tapping my shoulder. “Get yourself cleaned up and get out. I’ve got a party to plan.”

With those words, he walked out the door, banging it loudly behind him and leaving me in the dark to battle my newfound demons.