Sheer luck had meant that his dad was at work, when he got in from school. From Detention! His face was streaked with tears and the sobs visibly racked his body, there was no way he could have hid that and didn't want anybody to know what took place that day. Dumping his backpack in the middle of the hall floor, he fled upstairs. The exertion bringing a fresh sting to the already tired and pained muscles in his legs, making his guts, already feeling liquified, feel like they were being sloshed around inside his body. Inside his body, it was inside his body and he needed to get it out. It wasn't welcome inside him! He suddenly felt like he was being invaded, it was unsettling. He felt like somehow he'd been claimed and he didn't like that at all.

Blood, vivid and red, darkened the water in the toilet. Of course there was blood, how could there not be blood. Pain gripped his Stomach and flowed intensely, unwaveringly through his guts. He could feel the cold, slimy trail, left on his leg by the semen that dripped from his insides. Damning evidence, but he wasn't thinking clearly. How could he think clearly, when he felt so dirty and so betrayed? Virgin status, no longer intact. Oh! How he wanted to change that. Now that it had been ripped so ruthlessly, so brutally from him, he wanted his virginity back. It was suddenly something special, more special to him than he could ever recall, and to no longer be able to give it to someone special, someone who actually cared about him, was a devastating blow. He felt broken, overwhelmed by the certainty that nobody would ever believe him.

He turned on the shower and stepped under the scalding stream of water, gasping in pain at the sudden change in temperature. He didn't adjust the water temperature though, hot water was his friend and it would destroy all the physical trace of that man's hands on his body. He grabbed shower gel and a loofah and lathered up his body, paying special attention to his private areas, as he diligently scrubbed his shame away the tears return. He tilted his face up to the water and let it wash away his tears, he was almost surprised he had any tears left to cry. 'Don't scream. Don't even cry or I'll beat you so hard, that all they'll find is a corpse' with the memory of the phrase, he started vigorusly scrubbing his mouth. Trying to suppress the memory of the large hand clamped across it, to ensure his silence.

He stood under the water, letting it wash away the events of the day, until his pained legs gave out. Sliding slowly down the wall, he curled up under the pelting water and allowed the sobs of grief, or pain, or betrayal, or he really didn't know what he was feeling, wrack his body. He stayed there naked and vulnerable, until the water turned icy cold. He wrapped himself in one of the thick, cosy bath-sheets and gathered up his clothes. Black and Yellow Batman Boxer/Briefs, dark baggy skater Jeans, white long-sleeved t-shirt and a red and black plaid shirt. The things he worn today, that he'd never wear again. Still wrapped in the bath-sheet, he made his way the trashcan and threw the clothes in. Then he went up to his room and pulled on pair of blue check boxer shorts and a blue hoodie.

He zipped the hoodie and crawled into bed. He hoped it would be possible to erase this day from his mind, to pretend nothing that had happened was real. But everytime he closed his eyes, he could feel the man's fingertips on his skin. He could feel the warmth of the man's breath against his neck, he could feel the pain, the unbareable pain, as the man pushed his stiff penis inside him. He felt the breath being pushed out of him, by the force of penetration, he could hear his own voice begging for mercy. "Stop, please don't do this." he'd said as tears filled his eyes, he was sure he'd said that. "No, please, please! I'm a virgin please don't hurt me, please don't do this." he knew he'd said that. He knew, because he remembered the smirk on Mr Harris' face as he absorbed this knowledge and ignored his pleas.

Author's note - There's a couple points I want to make, the 1st being I've never been raped. But that's only because I was strong enough to fight back, even though I very nearly wasn't. I sometimes wonder how I would have felt and how I would have dealt with the situation, if I'd been less fortunate. This story is a response to that..

I'm still writing - Daddy I'd Like To, Getting Caught, The Truth (Revisited) & Hale Publications. I'm also gonna start writing one of my own prompts as well as posting some new prompts. I've got some good ones too..

Anyway enjoy and give me feedback, I've got a feeling I'll need it for this one. If your an author check out my prompts and let me know what you think/if you're gonna write any of them, because I'm excited to see what you guys come up with. Prompts are published here at FanFiction - simply called Sterek FanFic Prompts!