Page 35 of Raise 'Em Up

Moving out into the hall, I flick the light on, then look back at my Cherry. She's already asleep, cuddling my pillow, and I can't help but puff up my chest with pride.

She’s had a fucked up night, and I did that. I made her happy. Just like she's always there for me, I was able to do the same.

Feeling on top of the world, I whistle all the way to the shower.

I didn't wake up early enough to surprise Rylee with coffee and donuts. In fact, she was the one to surprise me.

Waking up with her lips wrapped around my cock was amazing, and I've been on cloud nine ever since.

I walk my girl to class, giving her a quick kiss at the door, then turn to head to my building.

My chest may still be puffed up, and I have an extra pep in my step this morning. Rylee is the one for me, and now that she's back, I'm going to stay glued to her perky ass.

Walking into Business 101, I take my usual seat in the front. Professor Kingsley enters from a side door and walks to the podium.

She flashes me a smile and I give her a smirk. She's always been flirty, but it doesn't matter now. Rylee owns my dick and heart.

No one else will ever compare.

“Mr. Baros, it's great to have you back this semester. Are you ready for a titillating lesson?” she coos, emphasizing the word tit as she leans over so I can see her red lace push-up bra.

I keep my eyes on hers and she pouts. “Yes, well, you are the best in the business,” I joke, trying not to show how uncomfortable she's made me.

I've never gotten predator vibes from her before, but my chest is becoming tight, and I'm beginning to sweat.

“Well, just know that I'm always here for you. Day. Night. Morning…” She gives me a wolfish smile and I feel like I may be sick.

Grabbing my bag, I stand and race up the stairs, ignoring as she calls my name. Reaching the fresh air, I take in some deep breaths and head back to the Cheer house.

I know she didn't really do anything to me, and I probably shouldn't have arrived at her class twenty minutes early, but she brought back memories that I never wanted to think about again.

“Are you ready for your lesson, boy?” he shouts, stomping down the creaky wooden steps into the basement.

I curl up into a tiny ball, hoping and praying that he will change his mind and leave me alone.

The strong odor from his unwashed body and cigarettes overwhelms me, and I can feel the bile rush up my throat.

Swallowing it down, I whimper. The last time I got sick, he beat me and I wasn't allowed anything to eat or drink for days.

“Donny, are you okay?” Serenity asks me as I storm into the house and stumble down the stairs.

My flesh is clammy and I just need my safe space. I need Rylee.

I must have said that out loud, because she pulls out her phone and calls someone.

“I don't know. He doesn't look good. Yeah, okay,” I hear her say as she follows me down to the apartment.

I walk in a daze, trying to fight the voices in my head. Moving into the bathroom, I climb into the shower and turn the water on.

That's where she finds me.

“Donny, hey, it's okay,” she says, turning the water off and wrapping a towel around me. “You're freezing. Come on. Let's get you out of those clothes.” I let her move me like some mannequin.

Once changed, she pulls me onto the bed and wraps us tightly in a blanket cocoon. My body begins to warm and his voice fades.

“Cherry?” I croak, coming back to the present.

“Hey, there you are,” she mumbles, giving me a sad smile. Her eyes are red, and I can tell she's been crying.

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