Page 19 of Perfect Tragedy
He moves me backward and I trip over my own feet. He steadies me and keeps me moving until the back of my legs hit a bed. He pushes me, and I fall backward. His face a blurry smile.
“I don’t feel so great,” I mumble.
“It’s okay. I’m going to make you feel better,” he says.
Blake’s body is on mine. Wait. No. Not Blake. Todd. Todd’s body is on mine. He’s kissing me again. Harder this time.
“Ouch,” I say and pull back when I feel his teeth bite my lip.
“You like that?” he asks.
Before I can tell him no, his body presses hard against mine. I’m pressed so firmly into the bed, I feel trapped underneath him.
His mouth moves from my mouth, to my neck. I feel his hand move down the front of me, over my breast, to the edge of my shirt before he dives under it and up, squeezing my breast hard.
His hips begin grinding against mine.
I feel like I can’t breathe.
The world feels fuzzy.
My reactions feel, slow; like I’m moving through oil.
“No,” I mumble.
“Yeah it feels good,” Todd says and squeezes me again. “I’m going to make you feel good.”
He fumbles with the button of my jeans, pulls the zipper down.
“No,” I manage to say again.
I can feel panic rising in my chest. Why can’t I tell him how I feel? Why do my arms and legs suddenly feel detached.
“Just lay there. That’s right. I’ll do all the work.”
“No!” I manage to yell and force my head to the side. I feel a sharp pain at my neck and tears come to my eyes. I think he bit me. “Stop,” I say again, loudly.
“Stop it, bitch. You’ve been playing hard to get for months. I know you want it. Stop playing.”
“Jack!” I yell helplessly for my brother. “Blake!” I try calling him too, desperate for help.
Someone.
Anyone.
I refuse to stop fighting. I try again to push him off.
“Stop! No!”
Suddenly, I feel empty space. A breeze feels like it slides over my body, as Todd disappears.
I hear, “What the fuck? Get off of her! She said, stop!”
“Blake?” I hear his voice. I know he’s there. The tears fall faster now. I can’t even sit up.
I hear grunts, flesh hitting flesh, more grunts, then silence.
“I’m here,” Blake says, “I’m here.” His hands frame my face, “Sienna?”
