Of Course: Chapter 1

I yelped, a splitting pain in my head as it met with the cold, hard concrete of the floor. I could feel tears welling up in the corners of my eyes…why was this happening to me? "Awh what's wrong baby, hurt yourself?"
I glared up at the source of the sickeningly sweet voice, my eyes meeting with his dark brown ones; they almost looked black in the dim room. "Y-you won't get away with this…" I barely managed to speak the words, my voice shaking as I listened to his twisted laughter fill the room. "And why the hell won't I?! What you think someone's coming to save you? You think there's anyone in this world who cares about you? NO! There's only me! There will only ever be me! And I'm going to show you that…" My body tensed as he got down, flipping me on my back and pinning my hands above my head as he settled in between my legs.

For a moment I didn't realize what was happening, this pain in my head becoming unbearable as my vision blurred…but when I realized our position my eyes widened and I began fighting against him, "W-what are you doing?! Get off me!" His hand began to trail down my chest, my grey button up shirt having been undone about five minutes ago. I panicked as his fingers started fumbling with my pants in an attempt to undo them, sliding down my zipper before slowly dragging them down my hips. "Wait no! P-please stop! Please!" I could no longer hold back the tears; they started falling uncontrollably down my cheeks as my sobs echoed through the room. "You're mine and only mine! But I obviously need to prove that to you, now don't I," The sick, cold look in his eyes caused me to shiver as they locked with mine, "Maybe then you'll be a good little boy, hmm?" I fought against him as if I was fighting for my life, my pleading cries only getting louder and louder as I watched him undoing his own pants now. "N-no I'm sorry! Please stop! I'm sorry! God please n-no..!" He smirked and leaned in, his hot breath on my neck, "That's not gonna cut it this time babe, I don't think you mean it. Maybe when you're screaming out for forgiveness I'll believe you…"

With that he bit down on my neck, his teeth sinking into my skin as blood began to run out of the newly formed wound. I screamed out in pain, my body now racked by intense sobs. What made it worse was the laugh that came out of him at that moment…he was enjoying my pain, that sick fuck. "Oh god no please stop…please…please stop…" All reason was beginning to leave me as I pleaded with him between my sobs, "Somebody…somebody please help me…" His eyes locked with mine once more as he smirked…it was the most fucked up look I'd ever seen, and it made my entire body freeze in fear. "No one's coming for you." My eyes went wide once more as I felt him position himself between my legs…and that's when it happened.

I lost it.

"NO!" I shot up in bed, gasping for air as I clutched onto the sheets for dear life. I frantically began to look around the room…it took me a few moments, but I realized that it was mine. "I-it…it was dream…" I whispered and let the thought calm me; it had just been a dream. A fucked up dream that plagued me almost every night and wouldn't let me sleep. I couldn't even remembered the last time I got a good night's sleep, now that I thought about it.

I sighed and pulled my knees to my chest, resting my face in my hands and feeling that it was soaked in tears. "Why…" My voice cracked a bit as I spoke softly, "Why won't you just leave me alone…why do you have to remind me of that…?" I was mostly talking to myself, to my thoughts. All I wanted to do was forget and move on with my life, but it was just impossible. The experience would never be forgotten, and I would always be a freak because of it.

After what felt like hours of just sitting there in the dark silence of my room, I finally sighed and swung my feet over the edge of the bed, letting them hit the floor. "Well, I might as well do something productive now that I'm awake…not like I can go back to sleep." I slowly stood up and stretched as I looked at the digital clock that sat on my nightstand. 3:45. I sighed once again and shuffled into the kitchen, opening the fridge as I grabbed the orange juice and poured myself a small glass.
I stared down at my feet as I walked into the living room and flicked on the light, groaning and squeezing my eyes shut at the sudden brightness.
"Oh fuck me," I said under my breath, slowly opening my eyes before walking over to my computer and sitting down on my chair, pressing the power button. "I might as well play some games to take my mind off of everything…" I said solemnly, a picture of my dream flashing into my mind and causing me to cringe.

I sat there for a couple minutes just browsing my games, trying to figure out what to play when a little notification popped onto my screen, my features immediately lighting up as a large, goofy grin spread across my face. I quickly clicked it and watched as the chat box opened, a feeling of happiness and relief washing over me as I typed.
"Hello friend!" There was no reply for several moments and I frowned, wondering if he already started a game or something. I sat back in my chair and sighed, kicking my foot off of the floor so that I spun around; I continued spinning until a loud sound caused me to practically fall off my chair and onto the floor. I recognized the chiming almost immediately however, and my emotions once again changed to ones of pure happiness as I quickly fumbled with my headset.
After finally getting it on right, having first put it on backwards in my haste, I clicked the 'answer' button on my Skype. "Hello friend!" I shouted out happily, hearing that oh-so-familiar chuckle on the other end.
"Hey! You seem in a good mood? I'm actually surprised you're up, isn't it like really late for you there?" I blushed a bit at this, realizing I was probably way too excited about being able to talk to him. Then I realized he'd asked me a question and I gave him an awkward, "Oh u-uhm…I…I couldn't sleep." It became very quiet as I said this, and for a moment I thought that maybe his Skype had crashed. I opened my mouth to ask if he was there but he responded before I got the chance, "Is everything okay?" He sounded genuinely worried as he asked this and it made me blush more, the fact that he cared about how I felt making me happy. "Y-yeah, I'm fine! Just a nightmare is all!" I answered back quickly, not wanting him to worry about me, "Don't worry about it, friend!" He laughed at our signature catch-phrase and I could hear the worry leave his voice, making me smile, "Okay if you say so. So did you wanna play something?"

I smiled brightly and nodded before realizing he couldn't see me, "Yeah of course!"