Chapter 28

We had just beaten New Canaan in yet another scrimmage. Our team had been undefeated in the pre season and here we are two weeks after Finn and I's return, with our winning streak still alive.





It was a close game, we had only won by one point but it was still a win. Wilson would be on our asses tomorrow for almost loosing but I was fine with it. I was practically dancing as I changed out of my game clothes and into a black T-shirt and Nike shorts. I let my hair down and ran a brush through it. I was taking my sweet old time getting ready to leave. We had driven here on our own because it was a night scrimmage, so I wasn't holding anyone up.



When I finally changed I gathered my things and walked out of the empty girls locker room. The New Canaan locker rooms were really nice. I made my way out of the school through the side entrance that led to the athletic parking lot where I had parked.



I had just opened the door when there were hands on my mouth and my back was pressed against the cold brick wall behind me. When someone else closed the metal door, my heart dropped to the ground as I froze in shock.



My eyes were wide as the focused on the figure in front of me in the dark. It was Buzzcut. I noticed Coleman was the one who had shut the door, keeping me out of the school. There was another boy who I didn't recognize on my left. I struggled in the pitch black night and tried to knee Buzzcut in the balls but he slapped me instead.



This is not what I ment when I said I wanted people to slap me back.



If I thought I had adrenaline before, now I was having a heart attack. My cheek stung with pain and a sweet metallic taste hit the side of my tongue. My blood rushed to my ears as I tried to process what was happening. My brain wouldn't let me think rational thoughts so I tried to bite Buzzcut's hand. The one on my left flung his hand out and slammed my neck against the wall as his hand tightened on my delicate neck.



"Don't try and bite him, you little bitch." The boy sneered in an aggressive tone while a throbbing pain took over my throat.



"Hold her down, Ryan." Buzzcut commanded.



"Already plan on it, Jack." The boy with his hand around my neck replied. "Coleman, hold her hands down. I heard she's got a good punch."



They must have called Coleman by his last name. Sam had mentioned his first name once but I forgot it. Even if I knew it, I didn't have the luxury of time to find it.



I tried to scream out but Jack slapped me across the face even harder. My lip was bleeding and my face would be badly bruised tomorrow. My eyes watered as the hand on my neck tightened painfully. Ryan ran his thumb over my breast and I thrashed to get free but Coleman's hand on my right arm pinned it to the rough brick wall.



Tears welled in my eyes but I refused to let them fall. My adrenaline was to focused on survival to even think about crying.



Jack picked my right leg up and forced it to the side against the brick wall. His right hand moved down my stomach and over my shorts to my core. I let out a whimper of fear involuntary but it wasn't taken that way by him.



"Look at you. You're such a moaning whore. Is this why you play with the boys? To get their attention?" He growled in my ear. His finger nails dug into my clit as I screamed out in pain. The hand on my neck tightened, momentarily cutting of my air before eventually easing up.



Jack traced his finger back up my shorts before slipping his gross hand into my underwear. I moved even more than before in an attempt to shake them off of me, but it was three versus one and I was helpless.



"We're going to teach you a fucking lesson. Jack growled. "Girls shouldn't play with the boys or else they get what's coming to them." I felt Colemans hand on my breast and I screamed out for help but two fingers were shoved down my throat. I bit down and the hand retreated as Jack inserted his fingers into me. I felt another slap on the face from Ryan because I bit him.



Again I tried to yell out but the hand on my throat tightened and didn't let up like it previously had. "Scream one more time, I fucking dare you."



This is it. They are going to find my dead body bloodied and raped. What would people say about me? That I was a whore. That I deserved it. Did death hurt more than what I was feeling right now? I didn't want to know. I was terrified, my heart beating so fast that I barely knew what was happening.



I couldn't help but let out a moan from the sensations. I didn't want this but it didn't matter. I always heard about those rape stories but I never thought it would happen to me. I couldn't stop the tears running down my face anymore.



Jack smirked and increased the speed. Pain shot through my body in a way I had never felt before. It made me want to scream my lungs out but the hand on my neck made it so I couldn't. "Do you moan like a slut for Griffin too? It's not a secret that you're fucking him. Everyone's seen the pictures you whore." He growled he slapped me again, causing my brow to bleed at the same time as Coleman ripped the neck of my shirt and pinched my nipple through my sports bra. I let out another noise of struggle as I thrashed but that only egged Jack on.



"You like it rough, don't you? You're filthy. No wonder Riley can't keep you on a tight fucking leash. I bet you've fucked that entire team, haven't you?" When his thumb pressed on my clit as I writhed in another attempt to get free. I screamed my throat raw despite the tightening hand on my neck. The pain in my uterus was unbearable as I tried to curl myself into a ball but they wouldn't let me. It was so bad that it made me forget about my throbbing head. I wasn't even screaming 'help' anymore, I was trying to scream anything as loud as I could to get anyone's attention.



Everyone was gone. I already knew it. I was going to be raped by all of them, maybe even killed if they felt like it. Things were looking so good for me just twenty minutes ago.



I let out another scream but this time a fist connected with my cheek and turned my bone curling scream into a whimper of pain. My eyes were screwed shut as stars danced across my eyelids in the dark. I had a migraine from all the screaming, crying, and hits. There hands were all over my body, drawing blood and bruising me how they pleased. I was sobbing by now. My body was shaking in pleasure but also in pain. I head somewhere that pain increases pleasure during orgasm because all the nerves are firing at once. That wasn't what I was thinking about though, my brain wasn't thinking about anything anymore. I didn't have the will power.



I was already worn down, bruises between my thighs, my neck and my cheeks. Cuts and blood covering my legs and face. I didn't even want to think about the hand marks on my arms and throat, it was too much. That in combination with the horrible shape of my vagina was a debilitating thought. I couldn't fight anymore.



"Get the fuck away from her!" I heard a deep voice yell but I was too busy bawling to focus on it. I felt Jacks fingers being painfully ripped out of me and I let out another scream of agony that probably split eardrums and opened my eyes in time to see a body tackle him to the ground. The person was beating Jack bloody and it caused Ryan to let go of my neck and join the fight.



I took the chance to knee Coleman in the balls and send my fist soaring into his jaw as I gasped for breath through my raw throat. It hurt to breath but I couldn't focus on that right now. I heard a crack and he stumbled away from me. The figure on top of Jack punched him so hard I heard the crack of a nose. The man blocked a punch from Ryan while continuing to beat Jack into a pulp.



I raised my sneaker clad foot and kicked Ryan in the head despite the immense discomfort I felt when moving. I had to let out a grunt of pain at the same time as Ryan but for a completely different reason. Ryan stumbled onto the ground and the figure stood from Jack and turned his attention to me. I flinched when the body came near me and sobbed as my back hit the wall. My arms flew up to protect my face as I cowered in fear, the chemicals running through my brain telling me that everything was a threat. I couldn't stop my sobbing, it was as free flowing as the blood that dripped down my face and thighs.



It wasn't until I heard their voice that I was able to process what was happening, my muscles still shaking and cried still leave my throat. "Sylvia. Sylvia. Baby. Mason, look at me. It's just me. Finn." He said in a gentle voice. I couldn't help but break into more tears and throw my arms around his neck.



The move must have shocked him because he stumbled back slightly but caught me none the less. His arms wrapped around my waist protectively and I buried my face in the crock of his neck as an attempt to stop my violent trembling.



"It's okay. It's okay. Look, I got you. Shh...it's okay. They can't touch you." He soothed. I managed to control my breathing and loud cries but tears still ran down my face and my mind was still everywhere yet nowhere. He couldn't say that they can't hurt be because they already had, in ways I couldn't even process.



"I'm going to call the cops. Is that alright?" He asked, lowering his face to look me in the eye but I wouldn't do it. I avoided his gaze and nodded faintly, my body still shaking and throbbing. I should call the cops, right? Desperately, I wanted to avoid that but Finn wouldn't let me even if I voiced my opinion. Was that a good thing?



I almost blacked out while Finn was on the phone. The sheer emotions were overwhelming me and I just wanted to forget about it all. The three boys were long gone, having run away after getting their asses beat by Finn.



Tears still ran down my cheeks but I didn't try to stop them. Instead I sat on the edge of the sidewalk with my face in my hands. How could this have happened to me? I felt so stupid. All those hours in the gym and I couldn't even hit one of them? I was pathetic. I almost laughed to myself bitterly. I bet any of those Olympic athletes would have been fine.



Out of all the people it could have been, how did I become the unlucky one? Why were people so shitty? My muscles tensed when someone sat beside me but I saw it was Finn with a quick glance and I forced myself to relax. He had put some space between us for my sake.



"They said it'll be about five minutes." He whispered hoarsely. I'm not sure he knew what to say. Hell, I didn't know what I wanted him to say. Luckily, neither of us had been in these positions before today. I just needed a shoulder to cry on right now. I closed the gap by scooting closer to him and resting my forehead on his shoulder. Finn's hand found my waist and he rubbed small calming circles on my side. The movements soothed some of my outer pain but nothing could stop the gut wrenching feeling in my abdomen or the sobbing coming from my raw throat and soaked eyes. I didn't want to be touched but at the same time I needed someone I trusted to hold me so I could feel safe. It was like Ryan still had his hands around my neck, threatening to take everything away.



This was my life now.



A victim.