Sequel: Unsaid Things ›
Status: Completed
Don't Give up on Me
A Shoulder to Cry On
“It started two months ago…” I cut him off. My eyes brimmed with tears and I took a deep breath. I can do this. “I was at a party with my boyfriend of 3 months; Damien. He was drunk…but I wasn’t.” Danny watched me intently, waiting for me to continue. “I didn’t…I didn’t know what was happening. It was happening so fast…and I…I wasn’t ready. I didn’t know what to do. There was nothing I could do. I was too weak…”
*flashback*
Damien pushed his hips into me as we kissed, his hands finding their way to my bottom as I tried to push him away. “Damien- please. You…you’re drunk!” I exclaimed as he pushed me into a bedroom near-by, slamming the door behind him. He stumbled toward me, placing his beer bottle down on the ground before forcefully placing his lips on mine. I tried to push him off, but I couldn’t. “Dami--” I couldn’t even finish his name as he stuck his tongue down my throat. I nearly gagged.
“Don’t pretend you…don’t want…this.” He slurred, his voice mumbled as his lips were still against mine. I cried out as he placed his hand on my waist, pushing his hands up and under my bra. I felt gross, dirty…violated. Saying I was uncomfortable was an understatement. I felt hot tears poor from my eyes. I don’t even know why I agreed to come here with him.
“Stop.” I pleaded, but he just ignored it. He pulled my shirt over my head and held my hands back as he unhooked my bra and tossed that across the room too. “Please! STOP!” I screamed, but he didn’t budge. He pulled his shirt off too before pulling off his pants, leaving him in just a pair of plaid boxers. He reached for my jeans and pulled them clean off my waist, dropping them to the floor.
I have never done anything beside kiss or hug him; he was my first boyfriend. The thought of giving myself to him so quickly scared me. I couldn’t. I wasn’t ready for this. I’m only 16. “Stop fucking crying!” he exclaimed and that just caused me to cry even louder. I decided to just give up. I couldn’t win this battle as he was a foot or so taller than me. And he was obviously stronger than me…why struggle?
“Damien, you can’t do this. Please.” I pleaded, as if it was the only thing I could do. He pulled down my panty before pulling off his boxers, his full member already placed in position. I let out a cry of pain as I felt my whole body tense. I felt like everything was being ripped out of me. Like I was going to die right here, right now. I could feel the hot tears run down my cheeks as he slobbered all over me, forcing himself in and out. Pain ripped through me and I couldn’t help but scream in agony. It was all I could do.
*end flashback*
“It was the worst night of my life.” I cried. I covered my face with my hands and let out a loud sob, shaking drastically because of the built up emotions. He was the first person I have ever told about this, and I felt as if I had relived the memory. Danny wrapped his arms around me and I cried on his shoulder, letting everything out as if my life depended on it.
“He…he…raped you?” Danny whispered, and I nodded slowly. Well, he wanted it, I didn’t, and he forced it. So I guess Danny’s right in the ball park. I sniffled loudly and tried to wipe my tears. “And you and your parents got in a fight about that? They didn’t do anything? Niccy, this is really important. You need to tell the police.” Danny whispered and I shook my head.
“That’s not what I got in a fight with them about, Danny. And I didn’t tell the police…I went to the hospital the second I woke up. I wanted to make sure I didn’t have broken bones or something. But…” I whispered and I couldn’t help but break down. I looked down at my stomach and shook my head. I’m so stupid.
“But what? What did they say?” Danny asked impatiently and I looked at him. I’m halfway through the story, I need to finish. I need to tell him what’s happening to me. I need his help. I need him to understand. I just need a shoulder to cry on. I stood up and pointed to my stomach. “What?” he asked confused. I pulled up my shirt just enough to show the small bump forming on my stomach. He still looked puzzled.
“He got me pregnant, Danny.” I spoke so softly that I didn’t even want to hear it myself. Danny’s expression went completely blank before he jumped up and pulled me into a hug. That’s exactly what I needed.
“Oh Niccy. Are you…serious?” he whispered and I nodded, pulling away. I pointed down to the little bump on my stomach and rubbed it softly. Danny reached down slowly and touched it, sending a sensation through me that gave me goose bumps. He rubbed his hand on the bump before bringing his hands up to his mouth. “Niccy,” he muttered and I could tell he had a pained expression on his face. I nodded slowly and wrapped my arms around him, feeling myself cry into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me and slowly stroked my hair.
“Please, don’t give up on me.” I whispered, and Danny nodded.
“It’s going to be okay.” He said reassuringly, but I knew he was wrong. It wasn’t going to be okay. “You need to tell Rachel, Niccy. She needs to know.” Danny whispered and I shook my head quickly.
“No, Danny. I can’t tell her. My parents kicked me out of their house because of this. I can’t have it happen again.” I fretted, turning as if I was going to run. But Danny grabbed my arm, turning me to face him. He placed both of his hands on the sides of my face and pulled me to him.
“She would never do that to you. She loves you and you are her best friend. She’ll help you. I know my cousin, and I know your bond. She would never hurt you. She would never do what your parents did.” He spoke so softly that I knew he was being completely, 100% serious.
“Not yet. I’m not ready for anyone else to know yet. You have to promise me, on your life, that you won’t tell a soul. Promise me.” I whispered and he nodded reluctantly. “Danny.” I warned and he held up his pinky.
“Pinky promise.” We threaded our pinkies and I nodded, silently thanking him with a hug. I just hoped to God that it never slips out of his large mouth.
*flashback*
Damien pushed his hips into me as we kissed, his hands finding their way to my bottom as I tried to push him away. “Damien- please. You…you’re drunk!” I exclaimed as he pushed me into a bedroom near-by, slamming the door behind him. He stumbled toward me, placing his beer bottle down on the ground before forcefully placing his lips on mine. I tried to push him off, but I couldn’t. “Dami--” I couldn’t even finish his name as he stuck his tongue down my throat. I nearly gagged.
“Don’t pretend you…don’t want…this.” He slurred, his voice mumbled as his lips were still against mine. I cried out as he placed his hand on my waist, pushing his hands up and under my bra. I felt gross, dirty…violated. Saying I was uncomfortable was an understatement. I felt hot tears poor from my eyes. I don’t even know why I agreed to come here with him.
“Stop.” I pleaded, but he just ignored it. He pulled my shirt over my head and held my hands back as he unhooked my bra and tossed that across the room too. “Please! STOP!” I screamed, but he didn’t budge. He pulled his shirt off too before pulling off his pants, leaving him in just a pair of plaid boxers. He reached for my jeans and pulled them clean off my waist, dropping them to the floor.
I have never done anything beside kiss or hug him; he was my first boyfriend. The thought of giving myself to him so quickly scared me. I couldn’t. I wasn’t ready for this. I’m only 16. “Stop fucking crying!” he exclaimed and that just caused me to cry even louder. I decided to just give up. I couldn’t win this battle as he was a foot or so taller than me. And he was obviously stronger than me…why struggle?
“Damien, you can’t do this. Please.” I pleaded, as if it was the only thing I could do. He pulled down my panty before pulling off his boxers, his full member already placed in position. I let out a cry of pain as I felt my whole body tense. I felt like everything was being ripped out of me. Like I was going to die right here, right now. I could feel the hot tears run down my cheeks as he slobbered all over me, forcing himself in and out. Pain ripped through me and I couldn’t help but scream in agony. It was all I could do.
*end flashback*
“It was the worst night of my life.” I cried. I covered my face with my hands and let out a loud sob, shaking drastically because of the built up emotions. He was the first person I have ever told about this, and I felt as if I had relived the memory. Danny wrapped his arms around me and I cried on his shoulder, letting everything out as if my life depended on it.
“He…he…raped you?” Danny whispered, and I nodded slowly. Well, he wanted it, I didn’t, and he forced it. So I guess Danny’s right in the ball park. I sniffled loudly and tried to wipe my tears. “And you and your parents got in a fight about that? They didn’t do anything? Niccy, this is really important. You need to tell the police.” Danny whispered and I shook my head.
“That’s not what I got in a fight with them about, Danny. And I didn’t tell the police…I went to the hospital the second I woke up. I wanted to make sure I didn’t have broken bones or something. But…” I whispered and I couldn’t help but break down. I looked down at my stomach and shook my head. I’m so stupid.
“But what? What did they say?” Danny asked impatiently and I looked at him. I’m halfway through the story, I need to finish. I need to tell him what’s happening to me. I need his help. I need him to understand. I just need a shoulder to cry on. I stood up and pointed to my stomach. “What?” he asked confused. I pulled up my shirt just enough to show the small bump forming on my stomach. He still looked puzzled.
“He got me pregnant, Danny.” I spoke so softly that I didn’t even want to hear it myself. Danny’s expression went completely blank before he jumped up and pulled me into a hug. That’s exactly what I needed.
“Oh Niccy. Are you…serious?” he whispered and I nodded, pulling away. I pointed down to the little bump on my stomach and rubbed it softly. Danny reached down slowly and touched it, sending a sensation through me that gave me goose bumps. He rubbed his hand on the bump before bringing his hands up to his mouth. “Niccy,” he muttered and I could tell he had a pained expression on his face. I nodded slowly and wrapped my arms around him, feeling myself cry into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me and slowly stroked my hair.
“Please, don’t give up on me.” I whispered, and Danny nodded.
“It’s going to be okay.” He said reassuringly, but I knew he was wrong. It wasn’t going to be okay. “You need to tell Rachel, Niccy. She needs to know.” Danny whispered and I shook my head quickly.
“No, Danny. I can’t tell her. My parents kicked me out of their house because of this. I can’t have it happen again.” I fretted, turning as if I was going to run. But Danny grabbed my arm, turning me to face him. He placed both of his hands on the sides of my face and pulled me to him.
“She would never do that to you. She loves you and you are her best friend. She’ll help you. I know my cousin, and I know your bond. She would never hurt you. She would never do what your parents did.” He spoke so softly that I knew he was being completely, 100% serious.
“Not yet. I’m not ready for anyone else to know yet. You have to promise me, on your life, that you won’t tell a soul. Promise me.” I whispered and he nodded reluctantly. “Danny.” I warned and he held up his pinky.
“Pinky promise.” We threaded our pinkies and I nodded, silently thanking him with a hug. I just hoped to God that it never slips out of his large mouth.