Hilda and the other guy part 13
The next morning I work up, my body was sore, it was like I had been working out at the gym all night. I struggled to get up, I fell of the bed and crawled to the mirror where I was terrified by the horror I saw looking back at me.
I screamed in pain. What had these morons done to me. My whole face was swollen, I could not recognize myself. Who was this monster starring at me, I wondered. Those twits had re-arranged my pretty face.
I sat down on the floor and screamed! Everyone in the hostel was alarmed. I just didn't care about Keith's threat, he threatened to kill me if I told anyone about this. I just wanted help, I don't care if everyone knew about last night. I just couldn't not bare the pain. It was like I was going to die on that spot.
"Please close the door!" I cried as Rian ran into my room. I did not want to him to see me like this. I sat there facing forward.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked.
"I'm not okay. Please make sure no one is with you!" I wept.
"Nick... Are you okay? Your voice sounds coarse. Where you crying all night?" He asked as he slowly walked to me.
"I'm fine..." I said in a low tone. "Please call the principal immediately."
"The principal?! Are you insane..." He asked.
"I said call the principal!" I yelled turning back to him, he froze after he was my swollen face. Realizing what had just happened I turned back quickly.
"Oh No. Nick... Who did this to you?" He asked as he walked towards me.
"I fell from the bed I'm fine," I lied with my horsey voice.
"Is it about yesterday? Did the headboy do this to you?" He asked father sitting next to me and he patted my back.
"Ouch!!! That hurts stop!" I creamed, "Just call the principal, I said.
"Okay... I will be back soon." Rian said as he ran out breathing heavily.
I crawled back to the bed after having a glass of water. I lay on my back and grown in pain. I felt my eyes watering as tears fell down to my ears. This was very painfall.
"Dean, Keith and John, your are not getting away with this, and I will do everything I can make sure you pay! Pay for your sons bullies and rapists.
I hardly slept the previous night. My bedsheets were covered in blood. The bed was just moist and sticky. In the morning the blood had dried causing the sheets to be uncomfortable, this added to my pain.
They all took turns on me, calling me their bitch it was so unbearable, but one of them cared about how I felt, he was so sensitive he was the best amongst all but that doesn't change it it, rape is rape and I was going to press charges for assault not rape, I still cared about my reputation I don't want to be referred to as the raper boy, reporting such a case was going to bring unnecessary attention to me.