Preface

May 20th, 2008

“I'm not going to lie to you. This will hurt, but if you scream...” He looked into my eyes in a way that made me wonder if I would live to see tomorrow. “If you scream, you'll feel much more pain then I intended to inflict this afternoon. If you scream, you might never see the light of day again.”

My breathing pattern changed erratically. I bit my bottom lip, trying to keep from crying out as his cold fingers made their way to the zipper of my jeans.

Why?

“You should be glad I'm your first,” he said quietly. It wasn't his way of comforting me; it was his way of bragging. “After today, you won't be Danielle Delgado, the girl that can't talk, but, you'll be Danielle Delgado, the girl who had sex with Hurley Stephens in the principal's office. That's an honor.”

That was not something to be proud of. I didn't like being, Danielle Delgado, the girl that can't talk, nor, would I ever like being, Danielle Delgado, the girl who had sex with Hurley Stephens in the principal's office. I just liked being Danielle.

Why?

The tears I told myself I wouldn't cry were splashing onto my cheeks as Hurley unbuttoned my shirt. I felt so exposed; so violated. He had me pinned against the wall, right next to Principal Stephens' doctoral degree in child psychology and other certificates.

“I bet you wish your boyfriend was here right now,” Hurley said cruelly.

I bit my tongue, to keep me from uttering the sob I felt in the back of my throat. I felt suffocated. I didn't want to do this. This was rape. Why isn't anyone coming to get me? Where is Principal Stephens?

Why?

My shirt was wide open, my jeans were undone, my eyes were sore from all the tears, and my heart was broken. I never did anything wrong. What did I do to deserve this? Yeah, sure, I stole my sister's boyfriend and I did not apologize. But when has my sister ever apologized for the terrible things she had done to me in the past? Why is it my fault I fell in love with him? It wasn't anything I could control. Where was he now? Why hasn't he realized I'm gone.

Why?

Hurley halted his assault for a moment. I felt a glimmer of hope that he had found his conscience somewhere deep under his ego, his perversion, and his black heart. Maybe he was done. Maybe he wouldn't continue on with this.

He started undoing his belt and I felt my hope deteriorating.

“This'll be fun,” he said, a cocky grin taking over his features as he pushed his pants down. I looked away in disgust.

“Remember not to scream,” he threatened. “Or else.”

Why?

He collided his body against mine. I whimpered, terrified out of my mind. He was really going to do it.

He placed his hand behind my back, feeling for my bra clip.

Please! Don't do this. I'll do anything you ask. Just don't do this. I wanted to say but the words wouldn't come. They couldn't come.

I shook my head, my eyes begging for mercy. Please don't do this.

He laughed in my face. Taking his hand, the one that was searching for my bra clip, and, in sign-language, he signed 'Fuck you', with his middle finger. “Understand that, retard?” he asked.

Why?

He resumed his clip search, I wondered how long it would take him to realize the clips were in the front.

This room was freezing; yet, I was sweating like a pig. My forehead was drenched in stress sweat. My hair was wet and my entire body was warm with fright. All of this; however, my teeth were chattering, something I only did when I was very scared.

“How do I undo this?”

I didn't answer. I wouldn't answer... even if I could. He walked away from me for, and he began looking for a pen and paper on Principal Stephens' desk. He took a black pen and a piece of scrap paper. He turned to face me so he could make me write down the guidelines to removing my bra. Then he saw the clips in the front.

He threw the pen and paper behind him, it landed on the floor.

Why?

He placed his freezing hands on the front of my bra. I could no longer hold back the sob. I cringed away slightly, making his hand slip from my bra.

“Bitch, how dare you,” he sneered. I flinched with every syllable that escaped his mouth. I closed my eyes expecting him to slap me. It wouldn't be the first time.

Why? I asked him in my mind for the eighth time. Why are you doing this to me?

As I stood there, pinned to the Principal's office wall, eyes closed, I asked him the questions I wished I could say out loud. I wished I wasn't, Danielle Delgado, the girl that can't talk.

Danielle Delgado, the mute.

Thank you for reading. Stay tuned. The next chapter takes place five months earlier... This is something that came to me in a dream and i L-O-V-E-D LOVED it! You will love it too, hopefully. This is my second story. If there are any mistakes please point them out.

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