Bitter (A Dark High School Bully Romance)

I’m double fucked, but there’s no time to think about that.

Jasper flings me away from him. I overbalance and tumble to the ground, banging my elbow against the hard floor. Pain shoots up my arm in both directions.

“Make a fool out of me?” Jasper growls, his teeth clenched. He’s normally a shouter, but this is scarier.

I try to scramble away, but Jasper grabs me by the waist and yanks me toward him.

“Stop!” I gasp, trying to grab anything I can reach.

“I don’t think so!” he yells back, flipping me onto my back and straddling my thighs. I’ve seen this in movies. I know he’s about to start pounding me with his fists.

He puts one hand on my throat and squeezes, presses. I cough. I can’t get air. He pulls back his fist and slams it into my stomach, knocking any remaining breath out of me.

“Jasper,” I try to say, but his hand closes tighter around my throat. My vision starts to tunnel. He’s little more than a blurry shape now. I don’t see his fist when it slams into my chest, with whatever air in my lungs I have left, I let out a yelp of pain.

My vision narrows. My entire world is just blurry pain. I flail my arms, grabbing at him, but it’s like he doesn’t feel it at all. Finally, I feel my hand pass over his face. That’s a cheek. That’s a nose. I bend my wrist and jam my thumb into an eye socket.

Jasper lets out a roar of pain and reels while I slither out from under him, gasping, as he loses his grip and claps both hands down over his eye.

“You little punk,” he screams, lurching forward, “I’m going to kill you.”

I kick out at him blindly and catch him in the jaw. He yells and stumbles, giving me enough time to scramble to my feet and attempt a break for the door—the only exit.

I try to give Jasper a wide berth as I pass him, but the room’s not big enough. His hand shoots out with lightning speed, his hand clamping over my wrist. He’s on his feet again. He’s big, wide, muscular, but so, so fast as he puts one hand square on my chest and pushes me into the wall, holding me there.

His face is so close to mine that I can see the whites of his eyes as his voice drops dangerously low. His voice hisses out with a rage so intense, it makes the panic rise in my chest like never before as the scent of heavy liquor on his breath engulfs me.

“Better yet, I’ll show you what it is to be humiliated.”

Before I know what’s happening, he’s spun me around and slammed my body face-first into the wall. He presses me so hard that I have to turn my head sideways just to gasp for breath as my face is pressed against stone.

One of Jasper’s hands remain pressed to the top of my neck, pinning my head and shoulders to the wall while his other hand roughly reaches around the front of my torso and starts fumbling with the button of my pants.

My mind whirls, my thoughts so jumbled by pain and pressure that it takes me a second to realize what it is he’s doing.

His hips press into my backside, and the angry bulge there is unmistakable. The rage pulses through his body as his fingers fumble and fail at the caught zipper of my pants. He grunts in frustration, his hand instead reaching further forward to heatedly grope the space between my legs.

“I’ll show you what it is to be a man,” Jasper hisses in my ear, but something about him suddenly falters as his hand searches for something he won’t find. Not, at least, on me. “I heard you had a tiny dick but … but …”

I summon all my strength and gasp out, “Find what you were looking for, Jasper?”

His hand stops moving. In fact, all of him does.

Then he suddenly spins me back around t0 face him, my back pressed once again to the wall as his drunken eyes search over me again in a jerking, disjointed motion.

My vision is still blurry, but I can see his face as it suddenly changes. His eyes widen as he stares down at my chest in horror. I look down, following his gaze, and a drop of blood falls from some cut somewhere on my face.

In the scuffle, some of my shirt buttons popped right off. Beneath, I’m wearing a sports bra. And Jasper’s hand is directly over one of my breasts—still unmistakable despite their attempted binding.

As if the missing appendage between my legs wasn’t proof enough.

His eyes shoot up to mine. I stare at him. My stomach drops. Now he knows. Now I’m going to get it.

But Jasper’s mouth just falls open, something close to panic flashing there as he sobers just enough to realize who I am … and more importantly, what it was he was about to do.

I see the moment his eyes change, as recognition dawns on his face. The rage in him abates, replaced instead with sheer, and utter horror.

I stare defiantly back at him. I feel blood trickling from my forehead. I already know a bruise is forming on my cheek, near my eye. I hurt all over, and I’m still struggling to breathe. My vision still isn’t back to normal.