Page 37 of Crybaby

Heat movesitsway down my thighs,trails of blood-colored tears from my body. Sothis is what it’s like to lose my virginity.

He goes harder, and I buck totry toget out of it,which only encourages him to thrust deeper. The hem of my skirt is ripped away from my face. A gust of cold air hits my eyes, and I see Buckets kneeling beside me, laughing with spit all over his mouth and teeth.

He’s a rabid dog.

He holds my head down and pushes his fingers deep into my mouth. My eyes are tightly shut, and I’m vomiting over his hand.Blakelets out a deep growl like aLycanand pulls out of me. I’m heaving and screaming like a wild animal and searching for the man I saw in the bleachers,but all I see is black.

I’m being dragged over to where he was as if they could read my mind—take me over there. I need help.

Mud smears down my dress and collects in my boots. It’s not over. It’s never going to be over.

“Let’s make this bitch scream! I know she loves it,”saysFoss, laughing. They throw me down against the bleachers.

I’m not in my body anymore. I’m plotting my revenge with each act they inflict upon me.

I feel a belt wrapping tightly around my head and into my mouth.

“Bite it,princess,”Blakewhispers into my ear.He’s the one calling the shots.

“She’s too pretty,” says Buckets,drooling, andsoon changes that when hepunches me with one of those fists bigger than my head square in the face.

My head flies back and cracks open against the edge of the wood behind me. I see stars,and not the ones watching me from above. I cough, and blood squirts out between my teeth and over the leather belt that tastes like sweat in my mouth.

Foss is drunk out of his mind.I get a sense that he’s not really okay with this,but he’s going along for the ride—weak piece of shit. I start to kick with all of my power as I feel the alcohol begin to wear off.

I don’t think I can really fathom what happensnext,but at this point,I makea promise to myself that each one of these fuckers willdie.

Anddie slowly…

“Lick that slut pussy,Foss. You know you can’t leave a chick wanting more!”mocksBlake.I wonder why he hates me so much.

But the feeling is mutual.

I fucking hate thatmotherfuckerwith everyfiberin my body, and I’m imagining pulling all of his teeth out and making him eat them.

Foss shoves my knees back and starts biting into me. He’s not licking,he’s literally eating my skin like a lion tearing atitsprey, and as I start a guttural scream, Buckets starts laughing and grabs my head and bashes it against the bleacher.

“Don’t come yet!”hesays,laughing,as my head cracks like a watermelon.

He wipes the drool from his mouth with the back of his hand and gets super close to my face. I can feel his hot breath against my skin,

“Don’t come yet,I said!”he repeats and pokes me in the eye. “Close your eyes. Enjoy it!”He pokes my other eye,laughing.

Blakehas Foss by the back ofhishead, and he’s pushing his face hard between my legs.

“You like that,don’t you, little brat?”Blakesnarlsbetween his teeth.

He grabs an empty bottle and shovesFossoff me.

“Fuck off!” he yells to his two goons.

They back away, andBlakepicks me up and drags me off to a dark corner. He rams my head under a bleacher,facedown, and spits in his hand.

“Nearly done,darling,”he says,yanking the back of the belt buckle behind my head to reposition me.

I don’t have enough screams in me, and it feels like it’s coming from someone else.

I’m not meanymore.

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