Then he said “Now I’m going to fuck yours I want to, and as like I think you’ve wanted to be fucked for a long time!” and he drove his cock in...o me the full length, squashing my clitoris and hitting my cervix making me scream out in pleasure.He held there, just slightly grinding his groin into me and said “ You do like that don’t you” he said knowingly, and as if to confirm I tried to lift my bum up to get him even deeper in and called out “Fuck yessss, give it to me deep and hard”I’m presuming. Looking at myself in the mirror for the first time in what felt like forever, Nicole was right, I do look like shit. I don’t even recognize myself.I splash water on my face, desperately trying to wake myself up from this nightmare.If we all die at the end, what’s the point in even trying? I feel like nothing I do will make a difference.The second bell rings. I should just go home. Just walk out right now and retreat back to the safety of my room.What am I saying? The old me wouldn’t have given. . It's ok, who needs a skank like that anyway? You can do so much better than her. Plus i bet she wasn't pretty" Bridget said. "She was really pretty" "You don't think I'm pretty?" pouted Bridget."I do, it's just... you talked to me first, I can't start conversations. Haven't you noticed you're the one always starting a conversation?" No..." Well you have." The conversation changed naturally, flowing back to homework and study and the two got back on track. By now though, Bridget had been. She hardly dared to hope that the answer would be a positive one, but she shouldn’t have worried, “fantastic” was the reply! “I’ll go and get a fresh quilt cover” and she got up and left the room. Why would she need to do that, was she really so house-proud that a crumpled bed would worry her? Helen sat up, but could feel something odd. The cover felt wet. She looked and in the dim light of the room she could see a huge wet patch on the dark silky quilt cover.Helen’s little nagging voice.