Drake & Josh: Chapter 4

Jayne P.O.V.

The Same Night

He dragged me over to my bed, kicking and hitting. He tied my wrists to my head board. I fought back while he took off my clothes. I tried to yell and scream, but he would just cover up my mouth and tell me not to, or I'd regret it. So I stopped, I just let him. He knew I didn't like it, so he made it last longer. And then, when he actually did it, he noticed that I didn't have any pain. He noticed that I wasn't a virgin. He called me a slut, a ho, and whore. He didn't give me time to explain. He just left me there, naked on my own bed, in my own room. He violated me. I laid there sobbing quietly.

I had been raped before this, and I didn't like it.

It was a couple of years ago, back in Annapolis, Maine, my hometown/country. This really popular girl was having a 'last-party-of-the-summer' party, and everyone that was going to go to her high school, could go. My friends convinced me to go, so I went. I didn't know that that would be the worst mistake of my life. While at the party, my friends were dancing with some guys, I was just standing on the sidelines. Then some really cute guy came up to me and offered me a drink. Not knowing it was spiked, i took it. He took me inside and we sat and talked. After a while, he asked me to dance, I was so shocked, that he laughed and then just took me to dance. We did for a while, and we were too far away to see my friends and there was to many people in the way.

He kissed me, and kissed me some more. And then the next thing I knew, were we're upstairs in a bedroom.

He was on top of me. I tried to fight back, but he was a couple years older, and much stronger. I couldn't stop him, and I was too scared to scream for help. When he was done, he left me there saying if I told anyone, he would kill me. So I didn't tell anyone. I stayed quiet. The first day of school he found me and cornered me behind the school. He told me that the night at the party was fun, and he was going to do it again. He went through with his promise; he did it to me again. He would do it to me all through my 9th and 10th year of high school. But then summer before 11th grade started, I was saved. We moved, to the farthest place possible, San Diego, California. I was so happy. I had finally been saved from Connor Gape.

(A/N: I made that name up. Connor, because it was the first name that came to my mind, So no offense intended to anybody who's reading this if your name is Connor. And also no offense Intended if your last name is Gape.)