Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2016 17:04:47 GMT -5
YOU ASKED FOR IT
She was barely fourteen years old and marginally past the awkward stage of puberty. Her body was quite new to her and she was still getting use to how it felt to finally be a “woman” as her mother said. The feelings, though, did not come with her blossoming breasts. The “knowing” she had assumed would come, detailed during hushed conversations with her mother were nowhere to be found. She was the same girl she was before everything began to change only now she could feel the eyes of the boys on her as if they had just clued into her existence.
She felt like she had been lied to.
Of the boys who had recently recognized her existence, Jasper Benson, had a particular appeal to her. He seemed smarter than the other boys and had a kind of confidence that she wanted to call “attractive.” There was another key difference about him too, one she could not quite understand, but it was something she had hoped she could investigate. After some awkward conversations, Jasper Benson finally asked her out to hang out with him and his friends on a Friday night.
The anticipation picked her heart rate up.
It was just after sunset when she went to the beach to meet Jasper. It was her favorite beach–framed on both sides by trees with just enough sand to spread out and get comfortable. There were not too many people around the place ever, either, so she imagined one day skinny dipping there with a boy she could finally say “I love you” to. The feeling had yet become tangible for her, but inside her imagination she always ended up saying it.
She wondered if one day she would say, “I love you, Jasper Benson.”
The only problem with her imagined love affair was that when she arrived at the beach expecting Jasper and the potential for three meaningless, yet powerful words, she found he was not alone. No, Jasper had four friends with him, all boys his age. All boys she recognized from school, all in his little group of friends. These were the boys he so easily stood out from. He was smarter, nicer, and better than the other four. Her heart sank at the idea that she had been deceived.
She didn’t know what to expect.
Jasper approached her while his friends stood back and made glances in her direction as they spoke amongst themselves. She folder her arms over her chest and started searching for a way out of the situation she had walked herself into.
Jasper smiled that same smile which reeled her in to begin with and asked, “I thought you were going to bring your friends?”
This only went to show how little Jasper knew about her. She had, but only one friend. The term is loose due to the fact that this friend is really just her roommate.
Timidly she let, “I thought we were going to be alone,” slip through her lips.
“Hmm. No. I remember saying you should bring your friends.”
She went to turn away, knowing that her childish expectations had been dashed, but he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m just going to go back to the dormitory.”
“No. Stay. It’s ok. We can still have fun,” he flashed that smile again.
At that moment, she realized this smile of Jasper Benson was a practiced one. It wasn’t that sincere smile she thought belonged to a young gentleman. It was the smile of a pretender. The smile of someone who used it merely to get what he wanted.
He took her hand, but not in the Prince Charming sense she expected. It was much more controlling. If she had not moved her feet, he would have been dragging her to his friends who were all waiting for her like Hyenas. She wanted none of this situation, but now she had no choice.
“Boys, this is,” Jasper pointed, snapping his fingers, “What’s your name again?”
Fight or flight should have kicked in, but she was far too shocked by what was happening to make a move. She took it as an opportunity to let her imagination decide for her. She imagined the Wolf which had been following her for years, the one protecting her from the Monster in the Closet. She sighed, feeling comfortable at the thought of her childhood friend watching over her.
“Lupe.”
One of the kids who had been fiddling with his then new Razr phone, shoved it into his hip pocket and confronted the girl, “That’s a stupid name.”
Only she wasn’t saying her name, she was calling out for Lupe himself. At least, that’s the name she knew him by at the time.
She would later call him...The Nothing.
All the boys with the exception of Jasper took this as an invitation to laugh at her.
“Guys…” Jasper shook his head, “She’s lying. Her name is Alexxa.”
The boy with the phone stepped up to the girl and pushed her to the ground and stood over her.
“Nobody gives a fuck what her name is. This dummy was supposed to bring her friends.”
Echoed voices behind him said, “Yeah, where are your friends?”
Again, she didn’t have any friends back then. She was barely even known to her parents back then--or at least that’s how she felt. She was raised by a Nanny and had limited interactions with her mother. Her father was a relative unknown to her. For some reason she could only wonder what her parents would think. She didn’t even start to conjure up a reason why she didn’t bring friends with her.
She finally admitted, “I don’t have any friends,” She said, trying to get up.
The boy pushed her back to the ground and this time he kicked sand onto her.
“No, you stay on your back, that’s where sluts belong. On their backs.”
The other boys surrounded her and she was surprised to see that Jasper closed in the circle on her. They all started chanting “slut” repeatedly until the girl finally rolled over and got up to her hands and knees and started crawling out of the circle. The boy who had started it all followed her, grabbing her by the waist of her shorts and pulled her back. He pulled her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her and swung her around to face the other boys. He laughed as she struggled and nodded to his friends.
He said, “I think she wants it, boys!”
Not one of the boys was over sixteen and not one amongst them understood what he meant by “fun.”
“Yeah,” He smelled her neck, “I like you. Want to be my girlfriend?”
She stomped his foot into the sand and broke loose for a moment and ran. On his command the other boys tackled her to the ground. He charged up to her and cleared the other boys away and fell upon her, sitting over her pelvis and pinning her hands down with his own.
“Hey man, this isn’t cool.” Jasper suddenly complained.
The boy, incensed, didn’t seem to care.
He told Jasper, “Don’t be a faggot.” and ripped the girl’s shirt open.
The other boys crowded around, looking on at the girl who was now breathing heavy, having worn herself out from struggling. She saw Jasper leaving from behind the boy and she didn’t call out to him. She didn’t say another word. She grit her teeth and closed her eyes as the hands of boys pulled down her shorts--exposing her to the world.
“Yeah you’re going to be my girlfriend now,” The boy said…
She cried, wishing her protector--her Wolf--was there to protect her.
There, on that beach, Alexxa put away childish things.
END
She was barely fourteen years old and marginally past the awkward stage of puberty. Her body was quite new to her and she was still getting use to how it felt to finally be a “woman” as her mother said. The feelings, though, did not come with her blossoming breasts. The “knowing” she had assumed would come, detailed during hushed conversations with her mother were nowhere to be found. She was the same girl she was before everything began to change only now she could feel the eyes of the boys on her as if they had just clued into her existence.
She felt like she had been lied to.
Of the boys who had recently recognized her existence, Jasper Benson, had a particular appeal to her. He seemed smarter than the other boys and had a kind of confidence that she wanted to call “attractive.” There was another key difference about him too, one she could not quite understand, but it was something she had hoped she could investigate. After some awkward conversations, Jasper Benson finally asked her out to hang out with him and his friends on a Friday night.
The anticipation picked her heart rate up.
It was just after sunset when she went to the beach to meet Jasper. It was her favorite beach–framed on both sides by trees with just enough sand to spread out and get comfortable. There were not too many people around the place ever, either, so she imagined one day skinny dipping there with a boy she could finally say “I love you” to. The feeling had yet become tangible for her, but inside her imagination she always ended up saying it.
She wondered if one day she would say, “I love you, Jasper Benson.”
The only problem with her imagined love affair was that when she arrived at the beach expecting Jasper and the potential for three meaningless, yet powerful words, she found he was not alone. No, Jasper had four friends with him, all boys his age. All boys she recognized from school, all in his little group of friends. These were the boys he so easily stood out from. He was smarter, nicer, and better than the other four. Her heart sank at the idea that she had been deceived.
She didn’t know what to expect.
Jasper approached her while his friends stood back and made glances in her direction as they spoke amongst themselves. She folder her arms over her chest and started searching for a way out of the situation she had walked herself into.
Jasper smiled that same smile which reeled her in to begin with and asked, “I thought you were going to bring your friends?”
This only went to show how little Jasper knew about her. She had, but only one friend. The term is loose due to the fact that this friend is really just her roommate.
Timidly she let, “I thought we were going to be alone,” slip through her lips.
“Hmm. No. I remember saying you should bring your friends.”
She went to turn away, knowing that her childish expectations had been dashed, but he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m just going to go back to the dormitory.”
“No. Stay. It’s ok. We can still have fun,” he flashed that smile again.
At that moment, she realized this smile of Jasper Benson was a practiced one. It wasn’t that sincere smile she thought belonged to a young gentleman. It was the smile of a pretender. The smile of someone who used it merely to get what he wanted.
He took her hand, but not in the Prince Charming sense she expected. It was much more controlling. If she had not moved her feet, he would have been dragging her to his friends who were all waiting for her like Hyenas. She wanted none of this situation, but now she had no choice.
“Boys, this is,” Jasper pointed, snapping his fingers, “What’s your name again?”
Fight or flight should have kicked in, but she was far too shocked by what was happening to make a move. She took it as an opportunity to let her imagination decide for her. She imagined the Wolf which had been following her for years, the one protecting her from the Monster in the Closet. She sighed, feeling comfortable at the thought of her childhood friend watching over her.
“Lupe.”
One of the kids who had been fiddling with his then new Razr phone, shoved it into his hip pocket and confronted the girl, “That’s a stupid name.”
Only she wasn’t saying her name, she was calling out for Lupe himself. At least, that’s the name she knew him by at the time.
She would later call him...The Nothing.
All the boys with the exception of Jasper took this as an invitation to laugh at her.
“Guys…” Jasper shook his head, “She’s lying. Her name is Alexxa.”
The boy with the phone stepped up to the girl and pushed her to the ground and stood over her.
“Nobody gives a fuck what her name is. This dummy was supposed to bring her friends.”
Echoed voices behind him said, “Yeah, where are your friends?”
Again, she didn’t have any friends back then. She was barely even known to her parents back then--or at least that’s how she felt. She was raised by a Nanny and had limited interactions with her mother. Her father was a relative unknown to her. For some reason she could only wonder what her parents would think. She didn’t even start to conjure up a reason why she didn’t bring friends with her.
She finally admitted, “I don’t have any friends,” She said, trying to get up.
The boy pushed her back to the ground and this time he kicked sand onto her.
“No, you stay on your back, that’s where sluts belong. On their backs.”
The other boys surrounded her and she was surprised to see that Jasper closed in the circle on her. They all started chanting “slut” repeatedly until the girl finally rolled over and got up to her hands and knees and started crawling out of the circle. The boy who had started it all followed her, grabbing her by the waist of her shorts and pulled her back. He pulled her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her and swung her around to face the other boys. He laughed as she struggled and nodded to his friends.
He said, “I think she wants it, boys!”
Not one of the boys was over sixteen and not one amongst them understood what he meant by “fun.”
“Yeah,” He smelled her neck, “I like you. Want to be my girlfriend?”
She stomped his foot into the sand and broke loose for a moment and ran. On his command the other boys tackled her to the ground. He charged up to her and cleared the other boys away and fell upon her, sitting over her pelvis and pinning her hands down with his own.
“Hey man, this isn’t cool.” Jasper suddenly complained.
The boy, incensed, didn’t seem to care.
He told Jasper, “Don’t be a faggot.” and ripped the girl’s shirt open.
The other boys crowded around, looking on at the girl who was now breathing heavy, having worn herself out from struggling. She saw Jasper leaving from behind the boy and she didn’t call out to him. She didn’t say another word. She grit her teeth and closed her eyes as the hands of boys pulled down her shorts--exposing her to the world.
“Yeah you’re going to be my girlfriend now,” The boy said…
She cried, wishing her protector--her Wolf--was there to protect her.
There, on that beach, Alexxa put away childish things.
END