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No Salvation Here

His breath is hot and heavy on my neck. I resist the urge to retch at his Nacho Cheese Doritios breath as he traps me against the wall. I try to wiggle out of his grasp, but his hands push hard on my shoulders, grinding them into the wall.

“Still ignoring me, babe?” he breathes.

I ignore the question and call out for help, even though I know no one will come. Hell, I can hear them laughing at me now, though I can’t see them past his broad frame. I hear someone whisper, “Take a video of this!” and know this will be on Youtube within the hour.

When I don’t answer him, he pushes harder. “Baby, you gotta break this habit of not talkin’ to me.” I don’t answer this remark either. He covers my mouth with his own and kisses me roughly, breathing that disgusting breath down my throat.

I make a horrible strangled sound. Why, why hasn’t a teacher seen what’s going on? Why why?

“I’ll ask you one more time: why you been ignoring me?” he grunts, trying to grind my bones to dust. He stares at me, waiting for an answer.

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