Chip
I've been lying on the bed since I woke up, crying my little heart out in silence.
My whole body felt like a wreck. It hurts everywhere. My mouth, lips, throat, face, waist and where it hurts most was my ass.
It felt like I was hit by a train, and I'm in the hospital now recovering from the injury. My head throbs. I feel nauseous. I can barely even stand.
My first time having sex turned out to be me being raped by some deranged psycho. I have no recollection of last night. All I remember was that, after Charles had left, I made a choice to drink alcohol for the first time so I wouldn't overthink where my friendship with Charles was heading.
Then the next thing I knew, I was here, at my bedroom apartment, with a dreamy yet dangerous-looking man. I don't know how I even got here. All I remember was how he was treating me like I was some kind of worthless sex toy.
His cock was the biggest thing I've ever seen. So big, so thick, so fat, so… monstrous. And I remember him shoving it inside of me, and the worst part was that he wasn't gentle nor use any lube.
He was rough, so, so rough, smacked me hard here and there, almost as though seeing me in pain added to his sick, deranged fantasy. And he kept going, rounds after rounds. I even lost count.
Every time he orgasms, I would be relieved, thinking that he'd stop, but he would just get hard again and start ramming into me. He just kept on going. My pleas fell on deaf ears. I was too intoxicated to even fight back. I remember slipping in and out of consciousness countless times.
Right now, my ass hurts so friggin much that I can even barely stand up. There's nothing for me to do but cry.
I've been crying for so long that it even requires strength for me to cry now, which I no longer have.
Whoever you are, I hope karma catches up with you for raping me, and after that, I hope you burn in hell for eternity.
Ring ring!
My phone rang for the hundredth time. That was probably Megan, she must be so worried not seeing me at work and not replying to her texts or answering his calls.
Summoning all the little strength left in me, I reached out to my clothes on the floor and pulled out my phone, then picked it up.
I was right. It was Megan.
"Hello."
"He lives!" She said sarcastically, breathing a deep sigh of relief, "Chip, why weren't you picking? You had me so, so worried. You are not the kind to miss work, and when I couldn't find you today, I tried calling and texting, but you weren't answering, so I got scared and thought something must have happened to you."
"Fun fact," I groaned weakly, "Something did happen 9ûoto me."
"What?"
"I was raped."
"Oh, my God, are you serious?" She gasped. I could imagine her hand going up to her mouth.
"Mhm mmm."
"You're serious?" I could hear her scrambling to her feet and packing her stuff, "I am coming to you right now! Where are you?"
"I'm at my apartment."
"I will be right there!" She said, "Just stay where you are!"
"You're leaving work?"
"Fuck work! You're more important to me than this shitty work! Just stay right there."
A faint smile escaped my lips. "Okay. Grab me some painkillers on the way, will you?"
"Sure thing."
The call disconnected.
I had no idea how much time had passed. I just lay there and thought about Charles. There was no call or text from him.
I still can't believe that I'm still thinking about Charles, even in this situation.
I heard the pin code from the door, and I heard it open. Followed by rushed approaching clinky footsteps.
"Chip!" Megan called out, "Chip. Chi… oh my God!" She gasped, halting just at the doorway to my bedroom.
I slowly turned to have a look at her. She had her hands pressed to her mouth, and her eyes were watery with tears.
Seeing her like that made me burst into tears for some reason.
"Hi."
"Chip." She cracked, voice breaking. "Oh, my God." She grabbed the blanket and threw it over me.
She moved around the room, picking up my clothes and arranging the room.
"Who did this to you?"
"I… don't know." I answered weakly.
"Well, it doesn't matter, because whoever it was will surely face the repercussions of his actions." She walked over into the kitchen, returned with a glass of water and handed it over to me, alongside some pills. "Take this. I'll help."
I took the medicine and returned the glass to her. "Thank you."
Megan has always been like a sister to me. She cares deeply for me, and vice versa. She's the first girl I ever dated when I was still figuring stuff out.
And she was the first person I ever told I was gay. She told me that just because I was gay doesn't mean I can easily get rid of her.
We've been best friends ever since. We work at the same company, and always hang out with Charles and me. If she was at the bar last night, I'm one hundred percent sure that what happened wouldn't have happened.
I wouldn't have kissed Charles, confessed to him, and my whole body wouldn't be hurting like this right now.
She dropped the glass on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed, then pulled out her phone. "So, tell me about this man, do you remember what he looked like?"
"What do you plan to do with it?"
She tilted her head and gave me a "Are you serious right now?" look.
"To catch the mother fucker for sure." She exclaimed.
Yeah, Megan can be a little overprotective of me sometimes.
"I don't want to involve the police in this."
"You're crazy!" She barked, "You better tell me, or I'm calling the cops right now, and they're seeing you in the state you're in."
"Just let it go, please."
"You can't be serious!"
"No, I am." I said, "If the police get involved, it might be on the news, my family will hear of it, and everyone who sees me will give me their unsolicited pity look and think of me as the sad guy who got himself drunk and raped. I don't want that. And Charles, what will he think? You know how he is, he might think it's all his fault and beat himself up for it. Just… let it go. Please."
She sighed, "So, that fucker is just gonna walk free, when he's traumatized the shit out of you? Okay. If that's… what you want."
"Thanks." I said in gratitude. "I just… want you to stay by my side."
"Hold on, what did you mean by Charles thinking it's his fault and beating himself up?"
"Nothing." I muttered, turning away, regretting why I even said that.
"No, it's not nothing." She stated, "Tell me right now. Because I remember you and Charles leaving together, so tell me, where did he go when you were getting… raped."
"I kissed him."
"What?!!" She screamed in utter astonishment, "You what?! Chip!"
"I didn't know what I was thinking. Seeing him kiss that girl made me so jealous, and when he said that her lips were the softest lips in the whole world, I wanted to prove him wrong." I was speaking so fast that I could barely hear myself, tears rolling down my cheeks, "So, I lost my mind and kissed him. Then told him I was in love with him. It was too much for him to take in, so he ran away. Trying not to overthink, I drank, drank and drank, and then the next thing I knew, I was here, at my apartment, getting fucked up by this sick man."
"Oh, Chip." She threw her arms around me and gave me the warmest embrace. "I am so sorry. I don't even know what to say. I'm here now. It's okay, I'm here."