His name was Jake. He was one of my closest friends or so I thought. It was a cold day in december, snow flakes were just begining to fall. I was outside, working with my brothers’ black stallion, Devil, when my cell phone rang. It was Jake, he had asked me to come over and help him on some homework later that night. Normally I would have refused anyone who would ask me for help on their homework but since he was one of my friends I gladly accepted.
Around 11:30 P.M. that night, I walked the 4 blocks to Jake’s place. I stood on the front porch steps, ready to ring the doorbell, when the door opened with a quick jerk and Jake was pulling me inside. “What’s the big hurry Jake?” I asked looking a little bewildered as Jake, without saying a word, ushered me up to his room. I walked into his room and sat down on his bed. Jake, looking a little worried, closed his door.
“Jake, what the hell is going on?” I asked him. Jake looked at me and just shook his head. All of a sudden, Jake’s dad stormed into the room and started cussing at his son. “What the fuck are you doing inviting this whore over to our house?” his dad yelled at him. Jake replyed “She’s not a whore, she’s my friend. You fucking bastard!!” Jake’s dad raised his fist and began hitting Jake. “Don’t call me a bastard you ungrateful little slut!! Get your ass downstairs, I want to talk to you in private.” Jake sighed and followed his dad downstairs.
I sat on Jake’s bed, wondering what was going on. A few minutes later, Jake walked into the room, blood dripping from a gash in his forehead. Without a word to me, he slammed the door and locked it. “Jake what’s wrong?” I stared at him wondering what was going through his mind. Nothing prepared me for what happened next. Jake grabbed me by my arm and threw me against the wall. “You want to know what’s fucking wrong with me?” he yelled. I placed my hand on my forehead, trying to stop the pounding going on inside my head.
I couldn’t understand what was wrong with Jake, normally he never did anything like this, especially not to one of his friends. I tryed standing up but Jake picked me up and threw me onto his bed. My eyes grew wide as I realized what he was going to do. Jake ripped off my clothes as I kicked and screamed, hitting him in the chest and stomache, but he just laughed and said “You think you can stop me bitch.” He undid his jeans and took out his dick. I spat in his face and tryed kicking him again. This time he hit me in the face and shoved his dick down my throat. I gagged but didn’t suck it. He started moving back and forth, trying to get me to suck. It got on my nerves, so I bit down on it, just hard enough for him to pull back.
Jake yelled and hit me in the face again. He shoved it inside me and started fucking me hard and rough. I closed my eyes and tryed to think of some place other than where I was at right then. He kept on thrusting harder and harder until I felt him tighten up and I felt him cum inside me. He pulled out of me and zipped his jeans back up. “If you tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you.” he whispered in my ear. At that moment I didn’t care, I pushed past him, still naked, and I ran out of his house, tears streaming down my face.
That night my boyfriend, Jason, came over to see me. When I had gotten home, I had stayed in my room, crying my eyes out. Jason noticed my red rimmed eyes and asked me if there was something wrong. I told him that I had been raped by Jake. Jasons’ handsome smile was replaced by a frown. I noticed that his fists were clenched and I knew what he was going to do. I talked him out of it.
Two weeks later, Jake comes over to my place, acting like nothing’s wrong. My parents weren’t home so I decided to invite him in. Thinking of my dads’ shot gun in the bedroom. I told Jake to have a seat in the living room and that I’d be right back. I walked into my parents’ bedroom and grabbed the shot gun. As I turned around to go back into the living room, Jason stood before me, holding a 22 rifle. “Here, it’ll make less of a mess and if the cops find the body they woun’t be able to trace the gun back to you.” I smiled at him and we embraced in a hug. I put on a pair of black gloves and I walked back into the living room where Jake was sitting watching t.v.
I yelled for him to turn around. Jake turned to face me. I smiled and said “This is for what you fucking did to me you fuckin bitch!” Jake smirked and started to walk towards me. Before he could get close enough, I pulled the trigger and watched his body fall limply to the floor……