Chapter 3: CH 2

"Meet me in the lecture room." He emails me back. I pack my bag and slip into some denim shorts and a hoodie. I then tie my hair up in my old 'messy bun' and walk to the door. Dean steps in front of it almost abruptly. "Dean, move I have to meet up with a professor to get my papers." I say exhausted. "Dressed like that?" He says annoyed. I look at him as if he's an idiot and push him away. I walk out and to the bus stop. Thirty minutes go by and I step off and into the school. The halls are dark, light illuminated in the far corner where the lecture room was. I walk in and Professor Charles is standing there leaning against his desk. He's tall, with dark black hair and green eyes. He's hot for a professor I'll give him that. He's about 25 maybe and built, you can see it under the wardrobe he chose. Which was sweat pants and a tank top. Not very professional if you asked me. "Hello, Miss Marshall." He smiles and slides off his desk towards me a hand out reached. " Hey, Professor Charles. You said you had my assignments for me?" I ask. Accepting what I thought was a handshake until he hardened his grip and then took hold of my other hand. "Professor Charles? What is this?" I say trying to pull away. He smiles backing me into his desk. Pressing my back against it. I can feel his boner on my thigh. I try to fight him and squirm around. He puts my hand in his other, holding both of them in one hand. "Stop it!" I scream trying to kick him. He pushes everything off his desk and bends me over it. He unbuttons my shorts and pulls them down, then I hear the sound of his belt buckle in buckling. "NO PLEASE!!!!!" I scream and yell, tears rolling down my face in streams. He rips my panties in pieces. I flinch in fear with every movement. Then I feel his head. "Don't do this, please." I beg, he forces himself into me, after a while of screaming I feel hoarse and stop. He leans in kissing my neck, he roughly humps me forward and back, making me awkwardly hit my head on the desk several times. I feel dirty as he touches me in the places Dean did. It's not as good as it was with Dean, it's actually disgusting. Finally, Professor Charles finishes. He dusts himself off and pulls his pants up. "Thank you." He smiles, I space out not smiling or anything. I felt horrible. "Your assignments are straight A's don't worry about it." He waves as I pull my shorts up and button them. I walk out in a daze, 'How could I be so stupid?' I cry. Mascara runs down my face along with hot tears. I run to the bus stop and fall on my knees crying. People ignored me and went along their days, like the bastards they were. I cover my face with my hood and cry in the back of the bus. I make it home, run into my room and take a long bath crying. I get tired after awhile and sit on my bed in leggings and my oversized hoodie. I pull the hood over my head and sit there, replaying the nightmare over and over again in my head. All of a sudden Dean is at my side he reaches for my knee but I pull away in fear. He climbs on top of me and I begin to kick and scream. "No! Stop!" He pulls the hood off my face and notices the black stains down my cheeks. He rolls up my sleeves and sees fresh new cuts. I try to pull away but I'm just so weak. So fucking weak. I begin to cry more and more. He pulls at my leggings and I scream even more. "DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!!! HELP!!!!!!" I scream louder. He yanks off my leggings and notice bruises all over my thighs. He takes off my hoodie and notices hickeys on my neck and swollen breasts. A shadow casts over his face, "Who did this?!" He growls. I cry. "WHO TOUCHED YOU?!!!!!!!!!!!!" He yells in my face. I try to get out of his grasp and kick him in the sack. He groans and rolls over on his back but, then he grabs me straddling me so that I can't move. "P-P-P-Professor Charles." I cry struggling to escape. I don't want to be touched anymore. He gets up and leaves the room. I hear the front door slam shut and cry, hugging myself until I fall asleep. I wake up in the middle of the night. I slept 8 hours and it was now 1:00 AM. Dean did not come back. He must have got mad that I slept with another man, it wasn't my fault. I hiccup and then feel bile run up my throat. I run to the bathroom and begin to puke out todays breakfast. My throat burns and my eyes are watering. Dean comes back just in time, walking in with a different change of clothes on. He hears me puking and runs to my aide. Holding my hair up and out of my face. "This is disgusting, stop this." He complains all the while, patting my back and rubbing my shoulders. I finish and turn to hug him, he embraces me holding me tight in his arms. Then carried me to bed and kisses me. "You taste like acid." He groans against my lips before kissing me more passionately. I start crying again and feel pain all over my body. "Did you check the kids?" I asked, he nods and spoons me. I fall asleep in his arms. All the while I feel his boner, but he controls himself for me. Making me love him more.