Page 23 of Hooking the Captain
“I gotta go.” I staggered to the door.
“Ford, wait,” Tim called out, but I ignored him. I reached for the handle, but he stepped in front of me, blocking my exit. “Where are you going? I thought we were having a good time.”
Tears filled my eyes. “A good time? I was passed out, and you … I told you I didn’t want to do that.”
“What are you talking about?” he sneered. “You knew what was going to happen when I invited you over.”
I could hardly believe the person standing in front of me was the same person I had considered my best friend, the one I shared my deepest secrets with, but he was nothing more than a monster.
“You need to move.”
“Or what?” He crossed his arms.
“Please. I just want to go home,” I begged.
“You’re not going to tell anyone about this, right?”
My eyes snapped to his. “Of course not.”
A part of me wanted to report him, but I was petrified of the repercussions. I wasn’t ready for anyone to learn my secret, and even though what happened had been against my will, I knew if I went to anybody, I would no longer be able to keep that part of myself hidden.
“Good. Because you won’t like what happens if you do.” With that final warning he moved out of my way.
A rush of cold air hit me as I stumbled outside. My house was less than a block away, but it felt as though it took an eternity to get home. Every step I took made me wince in agony. Once inside, I locked myself in my room. Sobs wracked my body as I replayed the night over and over in my head.
Tim tried to call me a few times over the weekend and eventually I turned off my phone. I wanted to pretend the night never happened.
But I’d never forget.
On Monday,I mustered up every ounce of courage I possessed and got ready for school. I didn’t have any classes with Tim, and with any luck, I’d be able to avoid him.
When I arrived on campus, I immediately noticed the hushed whispers as everyone stared in my direction as I walked out of the parking lot and into the building. I was about to turn around and get back into my car when my friend Brent stopped me.
“So, is it true?” He chuckled with a slightly sinister glint in his eye.
My brow furrowed. “Is what true?”
“That you’re gay.”
“Why would you ask that?” First, I was pretty sure I was bi, not gay. Second, I knew of a couple of kids at school who were gay, and no one seemed to have a problem with them.
He smirked. “Just a rumor going around school. It’s all anyone is talking about.”
Was this what Tim was talking about when he threatened me Friday night? If so, I didn’t understand why he was doing it since I hadn’t uttered a word about what he’d done to me.
Not wanting to give Tim any more power over me, I pretended what Brent said didn’t bother me. “Would it matter?” I chuckled.
“Not really.” He shrugged. “But the fact that you’re making videos for money is a bit much don’t you think?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
He shoved a cell phone in front of my face. As a video played, my heart fell into my stomach as I watched myself give Tim a blow job on the small screen.
“How did you get that?” My voice cracked.
He shrugged. “Some random number sent it out to everyone. Tim said it’s from a guy who paid you twenty bucks.”
My face burned with humiliation, and I ran away as fast as I could, not wanting anyone to witness my distress. It was clear Tim had recorded me giving him head while managing to conceal his identity. Of course, the part where he raped me wasn’t sent to everyone.
