I struggled against his weight, panicking as my pants came off. He pressed one hand against my back, shuvving me deeper into the bed, as the other hand worked on my underwear. I screamed and kicked, but nothing worked. I twisted onto my back, but that made it worse. He pushed on my breasts, and my body went stiff.
Suddenly, the door swung open, and the lights went off. Somebody grabbed me, already almost completely undressed, and ran with me out of the room into the darkness. I could tell it was a man because his height and body were unlike any girl I'd ever seen. He made the mistake of placing me on my own feet to run because a second later, I was tackled to the ground, and I couldn't see the mysterious man. I screamed as Dylan picked me up and ran back towards the room. Luckily, we didn't turn any corners, and he didn't shut the door, so he knew when to stop.
We reached the room, and the mysterious man was hot on our tail. He entered right after we did and shut the lights off again. He went completely silent, and so did I.
"Who's there?" Dylan asked, annoyment in his tone. "Leave me and my girl alone."
"She doesn't seam like she wants to be your girl." Said the man. "She looked as though her small figure was trying to escape you, but couldn't."
I felt Dylans hand tighten around my waist, and I winced. He undid the rest of my clothing as I stood stiffly, unable to move or speak due to my paralysis. Dylan laid me on the bed, and I heard the man let out a gasp as he stepped forward.
"Allaris? Are you alright?" He called. I shifted my weight as my completely bare body shivered from terror. Dylan was on me now, and I knew what came next. I tried to speak, but nothing came out. I was frozen in fear as Dylans body came down one mine, and he entered my body.
I let out a small cry, mostly because this was my first time having sex, but also because it was with a guy like Dylan. A jerk.
The man must've realized what was happening because the lights came back on and I saw the man with blue hair from earlier. The same guy who saved me from Dylan before was now trying to help me again. This sort of annoyed me because I hated men, and I definitely hated show offs who only wanted to impress a girl.
I squirmed, trying to get away from Dylan, but he held on tight around my waist and pushed himself in and out. I let out another weak moan in pain and stopped resisting. I felt the sensation of Dylans body inside me, and I wanted to puke, to scream, to shuv him away, but I couldn't. He was too strong for me.
The boy saw me, and his hand came down hard on Dylans neck. He collapsed onto me, and I stayed frozen. He started trying to get Dylan off me, but before he was knocked out, he went really deep. I let out a gasp as he moved him, so he stopped.
"Are you alright?" He asked cautiously. I responded with a glare, and he shut up.
I tried to move away, but my legs felt distance. Unreachable. I bent my head back and let silent tears run down my face, for the humiliation, for the situation I was in right now, and for every sorrow I'd have to face for the rest of my life.
Suddenly, I felt Dylan aggressively rip from inside me, and I let out a blood curdling scream. The blue haired boy ran to my side in an instant as I caught my breath. He looked at me with fear in his eyes, and my annoyment from earlier calmed down a bit.
"Name?" I asked. He looked at me with confusion, then realized what I was asking for.
"Oh, my name! It's Benjamin, but you can call me Ben."
"If you flirt with me, you won't have any teeth because I'll punch them all out." I scoffed.
"Noted, although that's no way to treat the guy who saved you. This is the second time now."
"So what? You could've saved me dozens of times already, and I would've rejected you every time."
"I'm not saving you to ask you out. I'm doing it because it's the right thing to do, and Dylans is a jerk. It's the perfect excuse to kick him around." Ben said.
"Okay, then whatever. Do what you want. I don't care." I said, but that wasn't how I felt. I felt a spark in my heart, and I hated it. If this guy was the guy I end up falling for, then I might just hate the next week of my life. I already did, and it wasn't even lunchtime.
Dylan started waking up, and I was kinda surprised he was still alive. I watched him groan as he stood up, and Ben stood in front of me defensively. I blushed slightly and grabbed the blanket from the bed to cover myself up. I didn't need to lose my dignity more than I already did.
Dylan stood with his shoulders hunched as Ben looked ready to fight.
"Dude. You know how this always ends when we fight, so give up now. Trace the walls until you reach the basement and just stay there with everyone else." Dylan said.
"Absolutely not. I'm not leaving this poor student to your expense. Not again. Never again." Ben wispered.
I started getting interested because he said again. He left somebody with Dylan before? What happened to her. Ben charged at Dylan, but Dylan just punched him square in the jaw, and he was out cold. I shivered, pulling the blanket higher over me.
Dylan grabbed him by the collar and placed him on a beanbag on the other side of the room. He walked back to me, but instead of ripping the blanket away, he just pulled it up higher, kissed my forehead, and sat down at the foot of the bed. I watched him curiously, waiting for him to do something, but nothing came.
"Are you okay?" I asked, my guard up. Dylan looked at me, surprised.
"Do you actually care?" He asked. "You aren't supposed to care."
I rolled my eyes. "I'm not supposed to do anything except live a week without the sun."
"Yeah, about that." Dylan started. "It'll probably be more than a week."
"What do you mean?" I asked, suddenly more worried about my life than my dignity.
"When the sun disappeared, we shot off into outer space, so they probably won't be able to find us for a while, and they might not even try. The world will go into negative temperatures within weeks and will eventually freeze everything. The lakes, rivers, and even the ocean will all be frozen within weeks from today. We will be lost and probably die within two months if we are lucky, even with the bunker."
I sat with that for a moment and started crying. Dylan moved towards me cautiously, then wrapped an arm around me in comfort." I just cried harder, which made Dylan panic a little.
"I'm fine. I'm okay. I'm just tired. I am fine. I'm really okay." I muttered. "I'm fine." Dylan looked at me with a flash of recognition in his eyes. He rubbed my arm gently, and I leaned in to him.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I know that will never be enough, but I have my reasons."
"What could possibly be an excuse for that? What about the other girl you raped?" I asked.
He froze for a moment, then answered, pulling away. "She was my best friend. She was raped by my brother, and I took the blame. She rocked back and forth before they took me away. She just muttered that she was fine. She was okay. Don't take him away."
"Why'd you take the blame, and why'd you do it to me?"
"He was my brother. I didn't want him to ruin his life, but what I did to you was wrong. I didn't end up going to prison, but I did end up learning the reason he did it. He tried to make all women hate him because if they hated him, he wouldn't hurt anybody." He paused and looked at his hands. "My dad assaulted my mother. Twice. My brother thought that if our blood had done that, we would do that one day, too. He decided he didn't want to hurt anybody. He told himself it so much, and he went insane. I thought that if I didn't do it to somebody, I would end up like my brother. He killed himself after he hurt my friend, and I didn't want to be like that. I hurt you because I thought I should die a free man, but I only feel more trapped now."
"Trapped? What do you mean?"
"I chose you because you are cute, and my friends told me they saw you in the hallway, and they made fun of you. I got so mad because they made bets on you. They wanted to see who would date you fastest and how many people you already dated, and I decided you would be the girl I hurt. If I hurt you, you wouldn't trust jerks like my friends. Jerks like me."
"You aren't a jerk." I said, half believing my words. "You're traumatized. You don't know what you're doing because you're desperate."
Dylan looked at me, and his eyes were cold. "Allaris. Take it back. I need you to hate me. I really need you to hate me with all your heart."
"I can't do that." I said.
"Than, I'm sorry, but I can't stop trying to make you hate me." He replied and climbed on top of me.