I was never a very pretty girl. Not exactly ugly, but not once did anyone ever say “wow, you’re beautiful.” Of course my handful of friends reassured me, and occasionally I got loving words from my family.
I was 17 and depressed; I had never had a boyfriend, or anyone even remotely interested in me. That always made me feel like a failure as a teenage female.
It was graduation night and I had made a promise to myself; Tonight I will not shy away from anything. I had family come from a couple different states to watch me graduate, so I couldn’t go galavanting right afterwards. I went and had dinner, opened gifts, everything someone does with family for graduation. My friends picked me up and we went out. They were into drinking and smoking pot, but they were always really good friends, and I trusted them with my life. They were very surprised when I told them I wanted to party with them. They got a little protective, but I insisted. We went to an abandoned house and they unpacked their bags: a baggie of marijuana, a 40oz beer, and a couple wine coolers.
“Where’s the pipe?” My friend Rich sounded disappointed and a little annoyed.
“Mick is on his way, sit the fuck down and pass me the 40.” Gavin smiled at him and jokingly punched his arm.
I knew Mick from around school, but I never really talked to him. He sat behind me in a class and always seemed pretty immature, but new friends are new friends. A couple minutes later the door busted open and scared everyone half to death.
“I have the pipe!”, he yelled in a deep voice imitating some character I didn’t know. He chose to sit next to me, which alone made me turn bright red. “Hiya, little lady, what’s your name?”
“P-Paige.” I spit out quietly.
He looked at me with a soft face, “No need to be shy, wanna smoke?” I could tell he had been smoking already. His eyes were glazed and I smelled it on his body. I had never done it before and I was a little nervous.
“I don’t know how.” I made sure I sounded a little more confident this time.
“Watch,” Mick grabbed my hands and put the pipe to my lips, “like this.” I took a deep inhale and coughed for a good three minutes before anyone could laugh at me. The boys reassured me and said it would get better. The night went on as everyone else got drunk and high. I guess I never got the hang of the pipe because I never felt the effects of the marijuana. I had a few drinks, but was only a little buzzed. Mick was sure to make his interest in me obvious and I went along with it.
The night quickly came to an end and I couldn’t go home smelling like this, so I asked to stay with Gavin or Rich. They were both going home and had no room for me. I contemplated sleeping in my car, but parking anywhere overnight was illegal. Mick chimed in.
“You can sleep at my place. I have a couch in my garage and my dad is passed out drunk anyway, I’m sure of it.” He smirked at me. He was not a very good looking boy, but he was nice to me. I accepted and thanked him.
I drove his car since I was the most sober of the group. When we got to his place, he opened the door to a dusty garage. There were old car parts and tools lying everywhere. A little clearing in the middle of the room held 2 small couches, a tv on a crate, and a few makeshift chairs.
“Wanna play some video games before we sleep? I have Mario!” Mick seemed like he was really trying to make me comfortable.
“Sure…”
He sat next to me and turned on the television, “This is my favorite Mario game.”
I chuckled nervously. The game was loading a little too slowly for his liking and he threw the remote down. “Wanna makeout?” He surprised me with his blunt question.
“I don't know how.” My voice cracked and my face quickly became flushed.
“That’s ok, I can teach you.” He leaned on top of me and pushed me so I was laying down. His face came too close to mine and I turned away.
“Sorry.” I was not ready for him to make a move on me and a dull headache was setting in.
“But you came home with me,” He looked upset. “This is what’s supposed to happen.”
He leaned in closer and I nervously went along with it. His lips were cold and harsh. I had never kissed anyone and didn't like the way this felt. I pushed him off, but he looked puzzled and went in again. Scared, I just layed there and let him explore my mouth with his hard, rough tongue. His hand travelled down my hips to my knee, then up my dress. I stopped him and he jumped off of me.
“What the fuck is your problem?” His words hissed and echoed in my ear. He went to the rusted refrigerator and got a beer. “No bottle opener.” He opened the door and went inside.
I contemplated walking home, but before I could get up the lights went out. The door creaked open and slammed shut again. A shadow-like figure shuffled over to the couch and sat down. The light from the television reflected off of it’s skin. It looked glossy, wet even. It’s skin wasn't pale white like before, it was black. This wasn’t Mick, this wasn’t even human.
It reached over and ran his clawed finger up my thigh. It pushed me down and threw it’s long heavy hind leg over me. I was paralyzed with fear, this being was too strong for me. It’s claws gripped my dress and ripped it over my head.
“Please stop. No.” I was whimpering but my fear struck my vocal cords. I pushed where I thought the creatures hips would be but it grabbed my wrists with one slimy hand and pushed them over my head. “Ow, wait. Stop.” It pushed them deeper into the arm of the couch.
“What’s wrong?” It growled, but it didn't stop. It’s other hand slid down my body. It wrapped the claw of it’s index finger around my underwear and pulled them down. They wrapped around my feet and I couldn't get them off. It spread my knees apart with one quick motion and scratched the inside of my thighs. It’s yellow eyes lowered to my face and I got a closer look at this creature. It’s eyes were sunk in it’s skull and it’s facial structure was wide. “Calm down, sexy.” It’s words hissed through it’s sharp teeth.
“Please stop, I can’t do this.” I whimpered and tried to wriggle my hands free. It gripped them tighter and slid a single clawed finger higher up my thigh and inside me. I let out a whine of pain and it shut me up with it’s mouth. It’s breath was hot against my face and I couldn't do anything about it. It removed it’s claw from inside me and replaced it with something bigger. The pain waved through my body with every thrust of it’s hips. “Ow. Please!” It grew angry and pushed harder. It’s hand slid behind my back and lifted me up with inhuman strength. It’s claws sunk through my skin. “Stop!” I winced and cried out in pain. With one last thrust it let go of my wrists. I was too scared to move.
It rolled off of me and licked my face with it’s long, reptile-like tongue. “What’s wrong?” The words barely fell out of it’s mouth through it’s sharp, creature-like teeth. I whimpered as it stood up and walked towards the door. It opened the door and slammed it behind itself.
I slowly stood up, still sobbing. I pulled my underwear up and rifled for my dress through the dusty tool shelf. I slipped it on and sat on the couch. I hurt, and my insides throbbed. I layed down and curled into a ball.
A few minutes later the door creaked open again. I heard a bottle top fall to the floor and a hiss of carbonation. It was Mick, I wondered where he had been, why he didn't see that creature, why didn't he see that I was in pain.
He turned on the lights, “What’s wrong?” His words hissed through this lips. My back stung and I could feel my dress sticking to the bloody scratch wounds. He sat down on one of the makeshift seats. He sipped his beer and the room faded black.
I woke up this morning with scratches on my back… from human hands.
Submitted June 05, 2016 at 10:27AM by PaleosaurusRex http://ift.tt/1t9x63G nosleep
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