Sheylia's P.O.V
(Warning - Sexual Content)
I'm surrounded by darkness.
Everyone is asleep, except for Lyde and me.
I don't even feel a single drop of tiredness, yet I still attempt to fall asleep.
I lay down on the couch me and Mia are sharing, finding it quite difficult to get comfy, as the couch is very small. I pull my legs to my chest and use Mia's legs as a leg rest while I lay my knees on hers.
Starting to feel the cold get to me, I stretch my arm down alongside the couch and feel around, hoping to find a blanket. Suddenly feeling something soft brush across the tips of my fingers I extend my hand a bit more and grab hold of the mysterious object, pulling it up.
I place the soft object over my body and close my eyes. Scenes from the movies we watched flash through my mind, moving my eyes around under my eyelids. All of a sudden, I hear shuffling in the room. I quickly open my eyes and turn them towards the noise. Then it goes dead silent again, the only noise, peoples breathing.
I wonder if Lyde has fallen asleep yet.
Knowing that I won't be falling asleep any time soon, I turn my phone on and see that it's only 3:15, I sigh and start browsing through my social media.
The sound of rustling reaches my ears again making me turn my head to the noise and squint my eyes slightly, trying to see better. All I see is black, so I turn the brightness on my phone down so I don't wake anyone, and face it towards the sound. There is a faint outline of a figure just standing there a few feet before me.
I quickly raise myself so I am sitting upright and keep my eye on the figure. I turn my brightness up a bit so I can see the person or thing better. My heart beat getting faster, preparing myself for some killer or demon. Only to find Josh standing there with his eyes shut and a small pout on his lips.
I sigh in relief and place a hand on my chest.
He must sleep walk, thank god. I thought I was going to die!
Silently laughing to myself, I lay back down and keep scrolling through my social media.
After a bit, I hear Mia groan quietly. I face my phone screen towards her as she stretches her legs out, her right leg digging under me and pushing me off the couch. I sit on the floor in shock for a few seconds before I stand up and start searching for my phone, because I dropped it when I got pushed off. Seeing a small white light coming from under the couch, I crouch down and shove my hand under it. I grab my phone and stand back up, brushing the dust off my knees, I decide to go upstairs to use the bathroom.
I make my way up the stairs as quietly as I can, not wanting to wake anyone up. Once I arrive on the main floor I look around, it's not as dark as the basement because the moonlight can shine through the windows. I walk to the bathroom and silently close the door behind me. I turn on the lights and look at myself in the mirror, noticing an eyelash on my cheek. I swipe it away and use the toilet.
After I use the toilet, I wash my hands and dry them on the hand towel hanging on the cabinet handle.
I open the bathroom door but as soon as I open it I get pushed back in, making my head and back hit the wall hard. I shut my eyes tight from the sudden pain. Lifting my hand up to the back of my head, rubbing it slightly. I slowly open my eyes, revealing a tall, muscular man grinning at me like he's insane.
Lyde.
"What the hell are you doing in here?! You could've knocked!" I yell quietly, hoping to not wake anyone up.
"Well if I knocked you wouldn't have let me in," He says with that stupid smirk still plastered on his face. I roll my eyes.
"Well duh, why would I, you creep! Now get out of my way I'm going to bed," I say sternly. I begin walking by him but get stopped when he grabs my small wrist and pulls me back to the wall, my back crashing against it again.
"Oh no you're not, you're staying here with me," He coldly says as he gives me a hard glare.
"Why?" I ask trying to sound confident.
He scoffs,
"You finally gave me an opportunity to be with you, alone," he starts walking towards me slowly, "why wouldn't I take it?" He says, stopping right in front of me. His tall figure completely towering over my small one. I gulp and hold my stare at his chest, not bothering to look up at him.
"Look at me," Lyde says, voice full of authority. I hold my ground and keep staring at his chest. I watch as his chest rises and falls as he chuckles deeply. "Oh, disobedient are we? I said look at me!" He shouts, as his rough hand grabs my chin and harshly yanks it up so I'm looking right at him.
His face softens once my eyes meet his.
"There, that wasn't so hard now was it?" He lightly says against my ear. Then nibbling my earlobe slightly, causing me to jump, finally realizing what is happening to me. I try to push him away and sneak through the gap between him and the wall, but before I could, I feel his hand tightly wrap around my slim neck. I gasp from shock and am once again slammed against the wall, my head now pounding from the impact.
He bends down slightly and slams his lips against mine, stealing my first kiss.
I don't respond.
My eyes start to water as he presses his hand harder on my throat.
"Respond," He growls lowly against my lips grabbing both my wrists and pinning them above my head. Wanting it to end, I slowly begin kissing him back, not knowing what to do.
Suddenly I feel his knee rubbing against me. I gasp, giving him an opportunity to slip his tongue into my wet cavern.
I began to squirm in his grip. My screams being swallowed by Lyde.
He finally releases my neck.
He starts to trail his wet kisses down to my neck. I open my mouth to scream, but it instantly gets muffled when he quickly shoves his hand over my mouth.
He roughly sucks and bites all over my neck making it numb.
A new but weird feeling of warmth swarms my body. Tears running down my cheeks.
He stops abusing my marked neck and starts grinding on me harder. I look up at him, vision blurred by my tears but am able to make out him looking right into my eyes.
"So pretty," I hear him whisper.
Quickening his pace, I notice his breathing getting heavier.
One hand roughly holding my wrists above my head, the other starts to knead my breasts. Attempting to slip out of his grip, I begin to squirm even more.
Before I could let out a scream for help he shoves his fingers in my mouth.
Letting go of my now purple bruised wrists he takes his fingers out of my mouth and places his now free hand over my mouth. Beads of sweat form on my forehead as he stops grinding but instead uses his other hand. I tilt my head to the side as my breathing gets heavier. He smirks at my response and goes faster.
I try pushing him away, but I'm too weak.
The warm feeling gets more intense and my legs start twitching as I let out a long high-pitched moan. He lets go of my body as I collapse on the floor.
Crouching down, he lifts my limp head and smiles,
"I love you,"
He then walks away, leaving me on the floor.
I try to push myself up but my legs are still wobbly. I grab hold of the toilet seat and pull myself up.
Now standing up I see myself in the mirror; hair stuck to face from my sweat and tears, lips swollen, and a hand print on my neck that has purple and blue marks all over it. My red eyes tired from crying and not getting any sleep. I lightly touch one of the bruises on my neck and instantly hiss from the pain. I also notice the bruises on my wrists from him holding them. I look closer at my face and spot some dry blood on my bottom lip.
I'm all sweaty.
My neck, head, and wrists hurt.
I just got sexually assaulted.
And I feel disgusting.
I open the bathroom door and weakly walk to the front door.
Once I step outside I instantly get wrapped by the humid summer heat.
I start walking. And walking. And walking.
Letting my feet take me wherever.
Anywhere but here.