Name: Anonymous 2006-12-30 23:23
Last week, something horrible happened to me. You see, I've been dating this girl for 6 months, and we've gotten very close, but I could never shake the feeling that my friend was extremely jealous of me, and I had always feared that he might try to do something... bad to her.
Anyway, me, my girlfriend, and my friend were coming home from the theatre, but something was odd with my friend, he seemed very pre-occupied and he didn't seem to hear anything we said, he would just mumble somethign back quietly.
We decided to go back to his place... I should have known something was up then, but I was stupid. When we got inside, his parents were gone, and there were rolls of duct tape sitting on the table. Then I heard him lock the door behind us. Before I could ask what was going on, I felt a blunt pain in the back of my head.
I woke up later, duct taped to a chair with my mouth covered, and I saw my girlfriend in her underwear, bound down to the couch. I tried to scream, but my mouth was covered and I couldn't. Then, we walked in. He had an evil glint in his eye, I knew what was going to happen then. He said to me
"It didn't have to be the way... But you were always standing between us, and I can't let that happen anymore. You need to be tought a lesson in respect..."
He proceeded to rape her. She began to scream, but her mouth was covered in the grey tape. I could see tears forming in her eyes, and they were forming in mine too. My head was stuck to the back of the chair, and my eyes taped open. I tried to close my eyes, but I couldn't. They were stinging in agony, blurred with tears, and the sight of the girl I loved being raped by my friend.
I wanted to die. I couldn't believe this was happening. He then pulled out of her and ejaculated on her face. He left the room and came back 15 minutes later, fully dressed. He looked at both of us and said in a horrific voice,
"If you ever tell anyone about this, I will kill you both, along with your families."
He then unbound us, watch her get dressed and escorted us out the front door at knifepoint. We didn't speak. I couldn't say anything to her... I felt like I had failed her, I felt like I had let this happen, that I didn't defend her, that it was all my fault. I walked her home, and silently, she looked at me with horror stricken eyes and walked up to her door.
I began to walk home. I felt weak, like I hadn't eaten in days. I collapsed in an alleyway and broke down crying. I stayed there for hours. When I finally came home, it was around 4am. My parents were demanding to know where I was. I tried explaining to them that I had simply lost track of time, but I had a feeling they knew something was wrong.
They kept questioning me, asking me if something bad happened. When I looked at them, all I could see was my friend slitting their throats, because of me. I denied everything.
At school, I saw my girlfriend, but I couldn't bear to go near her. The memories were too intense. She seemed shaken though, she is usually laughing and having fun, but she was quiet, and she sat at the back of the class.
I couldn't take the guilt anymore. I had to tell my parents, and warn them that my friend would try to kill them if I told them. So I told my mother when I got home from school.
And she said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air!" I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "FRESH" and it had dice in the mirror! If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, nah, forget it, yo holmes to Bel-Air!
I pulled up to a house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo holmes, smell ya later!", looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne, as the prince of Bel-Air.
Anyway, me, my girlfriend, and my friend were coming home from the theatre, but something was odd with my friend, he seemed very pre-occupied and he didn't seem to hear anything we said, he would just mumble somethign back quietly.
We decided to go back to his place... I should have known something was up then, but I was stupid. When we got inside, his parents were gone, and there were rolls of duct tape sitting on the table. Then I heard him lock the door behind us. Before I could ask what was going on, I felt a blunt pain in the back of my head.
I woke up later, duct taped to a chair with my mouth covered, and I saw my girlfriend in her underwear, bound down to the couch. I tried to scream, but my mouth was covered and I couldn't. Then, we walked in. He had an evil glint in his eye, I knew what was going to happen then. He said to me
"It didn't have to be the way... But you were always standing between us, and I can't let that happen anymore. You need to be tought a lesson in respect..."
He proceeded to rape her. She began to scream, but her mouth was covered in the grey tape. I could see tears forming in her eyes, and they were forming in mine too. My head was stuck to the back of the chair, and my eyes taped open. I tried to close my eyes, but I couldn't. They were stinging in agony, blurred with tears, and the sight of the girl I loved being raped by my friend.
I wanted to die. I couldn't believe this was happening. He then pulled out of her and ejaculated on her face. He left the room and came back 15 minutes later, fully dressed. He looked at both of us and said in a horrific voice,
"If you ever tell anyone about this, I will kill you both, along with your families."
He then unbound us, watch her get dressed and escorted us out the front door at knifepoint. We didn't speak. I couldn't say anything to her... I felt like I had failed her, I felt like I had let this happen, that I didn't defend her, that it was all my fault. I walked her home, and silently, she looked at me with horror stricken eyes and walked up to her door.
I began to walk home. I felt weak, like I hadn't eaten in days. I collapsed in an alleyway and broke down crying. I stayed there for hours. When I finally came home, it was around 4am. My parents were demanding to know where I was. I tried explaining to them that I had simply lost track of time, but I had a feeling they knew something was wrong.
They kept questioning me, asking me if something bad happened. When I looked at them, all I could see was my friend slitting their throats, because of me. I denied everything.
At school, I saw my girlfriend, but I couldn't bear to go near her. The memories were too intense. She seemed shaken though, she is usually laughing and having fun, but she was quiet, and she sat at the back of the class.
I couldn't take the guilt anymore. I had to tell my parents, and warn them that my friend would try to kill them if I told them. So I told my mother when I got home from school.
And she said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air!" I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "FRESH" and it had dice in the mirror! If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, nah, forget it, yo holmes to Bel-Air!
I pulled up to a house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo holmes, smell ya later!", looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne, as the prince of Bel-Air.