“Why are you being so weird, Frank?” I heard from the other end, Gerard was clearly losing his shit about my behavior. I can’t even imagine what he would do if I told him I was going to attend giant high school party full of drunk and horny teenagers. And I can’t even imagine how much it would get worse if I told him I was about to go there with his daughter.

Yep. Not telling him that one. On the other hand, it couldn’t hurt our relationship much, could it? I was going there with her only to get off of her bad-boyfriend radar. But what if she tells him? Shit. He’s her father, of course he will want to know where she’s going that late. I mean, she’s his little girl.

I grabbed my face and groaned. Shit. I’m screwed anyways.

“I’m just going out. Don’t worry, Gerard.” It seemed like forever before I finally replied.

“Where?” Jesus Christ, come on, Gerard. Is that a thing in every relationship, that you have to tell the other one everything, or is it just this relationship?

“Just a party. Nothing special.”

Silence. Well, this isn’t good. I don’t like this.

“A party?” He asked.

“Yes, a party. How is that a big deal? I’m a teenager, Gerard, I do go to parties from time to time.” I was seriously starting to get annoyed with him.

“Hey, what the heck had gotten into you? I’m just asking where my boyfriend’s gonna be tonight. So I can’t do now that or what?” Gerard said in very certainly pissed off voice. Shit. I didn’t want to make him angry, but this was just childish.

“Gerard, calm the fuck down, honestly.” Oh, that wasn’t a good choice of words, Frank.

“You know what, Frank? Go to Hell, I have my own shit to deal with.” And with this, Gerard got off the phone. Shit.

*

You don’t honestly even wanna know, how Gerard looked when I pulled into their driveway. He was so pissed. And by that I mean “I will fucking kill you, strip off your skin, and I will bathe in your blood.” Kind of pissed. I knew I deserved it. I was being an asshole, but if we wanted to keep things working, we had to be careful. I’m not saying that taking my boyfriend’s daughter on a date is totally normal, in fact it’s sick, but how should I keep a low profile if she dumps me, giving the fact that our school is like one giant chat box. Damned social media sites, honestly. Why me.

The party was one giant mess. Never ending parade of drunk, horny, making out or already fucking teenagers. The whole thing got out of control. I needed to get out.

I walked up the stairs and checked for an empty bedroom. This house was large, it had a lot of rooms, and it took me quite a long time, but when I finally found some empty bedroom, I was so happy you couldn’t even imagine it.

I just stood there, looking around when the door opened. Oh come on, seriously? Go fuck somewhere else! I turned around and saw Amelia standing by the door. Then she walked in and locked the bedroom door. Uhm... okay?

For a while we just stood there both in silence, staring at each other, but then she spoke up.

“So, Frank.” Amelia said suddenly with her eyebrows raised, arms crossed. Uhm, what’s – What’s going on? I don’t like this.

“We’ve been going out for months, are you finally gonna sleep with me?” Shit.

“Look, Amelia, I – eh,” I found difficult figuring out an excuse to say, as it almost never happens to me I begun to be even more nervous, “I don’t think it’s the right time for it… yet.” I stuttered and looked up at her. And the look and her face was… Well I can tell you she wasn’t pleased with my answer.

“What?!” She almost screamed. What the hell? She was begging to be scary, why is she so keen to fuck me?

“I just don’t want to do it yet. What’s wrong about that I want to wait? They say it’s better when young people wait for their first time, they say that it’s then more comfortable for both and more intimate.”

“I don’t care, I want you, Frank, and I want you now.” Amelia replied and then she quickly closed the distance between us. She grabbed me by my shirt, kissed me hard and then dragged me to the bed across the room. Shit. No. I don’t want this. NO!

“Fuck, Amelia, don’t. I –“ I tried to say, but my attempts to speak were weakened by her tongue trying to get into my throat. I felt disgusting. No. This isn’t right.

Somehow, I don’t even know how, she ended up sitting up on me, as I laid on the bed, heavily breathing from panicking, absolutely frightened. I couldn’t move, nor speak. My thoughts in my head were screaming at her to stop. To get the fuck off me. They were also screaming at me. They were screaming that I should just push her hard, let her fall and the run, but I didn’t want to hurt her. She always seemed so fragile.

After some time I finally found the strength to push her at least a bit away from my face. “STOP IT!” I said, getting up from the bed, and walking backwards into somewhat safer distance.

“WHAT THE FUCK, FRANK?!” She yelled. Damn it, there’s no way every single person in this house didn’t hear this.

“WHY ARE YOU SO PISSED?! I JUST DON’T WANT TO, DEAL WITH IT!” I yelled back at her, then I turned around and started walking to the bedroom door. I already had my right hand on the doors handle when…

“If you don’t fuck me right here, right now, I’ll tell everyone that you’re a goddamn disgusting faggot!”

I instantly froze. What? That’s not happening. This is fucking not happening.

I turned back around, staring at her with shocked expression. Then I somehow found my voice and said: “What are you talking about, I’m not gay.”

Amelia just sat there, on this stranger’s bed, with pleased smirk on her face. She couldn’t know about Gerard, could she? No, of course not.

“Gotcha!” She squealed happily. What? What?! The expression on my face was probably easy to read so he told me.

“See, I called you a faggot. But you, said you weren’t gay.” Huh?

“And?” I replied with disgusted voice. I hated the word, there’s not more offensive word than this one. Also because it’s mainly used to hurt people’s feelings, and it works in almost every case.

She laughed and hopped down off the bed. She was still smiling like she was winning something. It was very disturbing. If I didn’t like this situation before, now I was sure, that I was close to Hell gates.

“If you weren’t gay, you’d have no problem with the word faggot, you’d normally use it. But, you used the word gay, which means it’s offensive to you. And therefore, you’re fucking guys.”

“Well yeah, it fucking is offensive. To every person on this World, who’s not pathetic and ignorant asshole.” I was so not letting this drag me down. And I was definitely not letting her drag me down.

“You’re not getting out of this one, Frank. I know. And you are fucking me now. Or I will tell everyone. And I mean everyone, every single person you met in this town.” No fucking way. NO! I’m not letting this bitch to do that. Only over my dead body.

“You can’t blackmail me like that, Amelia. What do you fucking think about yourself?!”

“I think, hmmm, what do I think about myself,” she pretended to think for a while and then she continued, “I think I’m absolutely adorable, and you – you are nothing more than disgusting little piece of homo shit, who gets beaten up by their own father every single night.”

That hurt. That fucking hurt. I felt tears forming in my eyes. And she knew this the whole time? She never cared about me? Not even in the first few months of our relationship, when everything was just great? Oh my God. I want to die. I want to die, right now and right here. I don’t care anymore. This was the woman I trusted the most once. She was the light of my life. And now she tells me these horrible things? This isn’t right. This hurts way more than it should.

“What do you think, your daddy will say to you – what he will do to you, when I’ll let the word about you being gay? Oh honey, I think you’re dead if he finds out. He will beat you to death.” I couldn’t speak. She kept saying such terrible things and I just kept staring onto my own hands.

“You have no choice, Frank. You better fuck me, or I will destroy the rest of your life.”

I couldn’t believe what she was saying. Was she really this whole time so evil? Was she always such a horrible person? I didn’t want to think she was. I was sure something happened to her, something bad, I bet, in the time I wasn’t noticing her that much. She couldn’t be so bad. She just simply couldn’t. This was all my fault. I shouldn’t let her off my sight. I should’ve keep an eye on her.

“Do you hear me, Frank?” She said. But I didn’t care, I cared about nothing that moment. Everything was falling down around me.

“Yes.” A simple reply. That’s all I could say.

“Will you fuck me now, Frank?” She asked. I somehow managed to look up at her, once again this night.

“….. Y-yes.” I stuttered. No other words needed.

Amelia smiled, it almost looked like an evil grin. “Clever boy. Now, come here.” She said.
And I did what she wanted. In the end, I just laid there, she did everything herself. And she didn’t even honestly care. It lasted too long. She was enjoying herself way too much. The whole thing was like a bad dream. No, not a bad dream. It was an utter nightmare. And when she was finally finished with me, I felt so bad, so used, so wrong, that I couldn’t even move my body. I just laid there, staring blankly on ceiling in this room that almost brought my complete destruction.

Notes

Sup guys! I'm back with another update. I'm so sorry if you find mistakes in there, it's literally 2 am right now where I live, and I'm just too tired. I'm very curious what you will say about it, let me know!