The sun leaking in from my windows blinded me. Large rocks pounded against the inside of my skull, the victim of a biblical stoning. I heard the voices of the angry stone throwers, muffled but loud, in my ears. They yelled at me, but I heard nothing… just their indecipherable screams. They knew I was suffering. They knew that and they relished it. They wanted my head to hurt even more. My eyes needed to rest… sleep sounded so good but the stone throwers pried my eyes open the minute they shut. They wouldn’t let me sleep them out. They wanted me to suffer the consequences.

“Dillon, what are you doing?” she shrieked. She was terrified but I didn’t care. I was trapped in the drunken heat of the moment. I pulled her into a kiss, kissing her tenderly. It was the best and worst kiss I’d ever had.

Drum beats play out under my bed. I roll onto the floor, from my bed, in surprise, my body hitting the floor… hard. The drum beats stopped the minute I struck the floor. The stone throwers jump on my brain, dancing to the electronic beats. My room spins around me. The black metal music stand in the corner grows taller and shorter. My mahogany dresser looms closely toward me, and cowers away, too scared to come any closer to me. The clothing strewn across my floor slither across the dirty red rug, deciding whether they should come to me or leave me be. The walls flex and contract, inhaling and exhaling, the stomach of the whale that ate me only the day before, in Lola’s bathroom. I close my eyes again, hoping to escape the whale’s stomach and return to my own land of sleep and dreams.

I pushed her away from the kiss, pulling her bra off. She put her arms up to cover herself, horrified. Her eyes were watering. Her cheeks were turning red.

”Dillon, stop!” she yelled.

“Shut up,” I hissed in her ear.

BOOM! The drum beats blast again, startling my eyes open. The entire room swirls in front of me. Shit. That’s my phone. I must be pretty fucked up right now if I didn’t even recognize the ringtone. I reach under my bed, sending electricity up my arm and straight to my head, and grabbed my phone. It read, ‘Desmond’ on the caller identification. My heart leapt. Desmond! Desmond, my love! Desmond, the man of my dreams. I sighed and answered the phone. Hopefully this would be a good conversation.

I kissed her neck. She tensed up. I kissed her even harder.

“Stop!” she screamed, as loud as she could. I jumped and frowned. In all of my drunkenness, I only wanted her to cooperate. I needed a good bluff, and quick.

“Shut up, Adina… I have a gun in my backpack. You make any more noise and I’ll kill Desmond, Lola and Junie,” I barked at her. She froze but she was letting me get what I wanted. Good, then.

“Hello?” I muttered.

“Dude, where the hell are you?” Desmond said. I blinked my eyes. I didn’t say anything for several seconds. My brain just doesn’t register my words.

“At home… why?” I asked.

“Dillon! This is rape!” she said. In my drunken stupor, I ignored her. I pulled her into another kiss. I unbuttoned her pants, just trying to get a little further. She grabbed my hand as tight as she could.

“Dillon, stop it! I can’t help you become straight!” she yelled. I looked into her grey eyes, filled with fear and humiliation, and I slapped her across the cheek, as hard as I could. She grabbed the place where I slapped her in terror.

“What did I say about making noise?” I hissed.

“Just wondering… you didn’t seem like you were okay yesterday. We’re worried about you,” he said.

“I was drunk,” I said, immediately. Desmond didn’t say anything, apparently startled by the revelation. Oh shit. What did he know? Adina can’t have told him what I did. She wouldn’t have… would she?

I pushed her against the wall. Her head made a loud banging noise. She grimaced in pain. Her body tensed, then relaxed. Her body became totally limp. She stared at me, pleadingly.

“Dillon,” she said, weakly, “I’m going to pass out.” I didn’t say anything at all. I just stared at her. I can’t have hurt her that badly. It was only a bump. I pushed her against the wall and removed her pants.

“Oh… that… explains a lot,” Desmond says, awkwardly.

“What? Why?” I ask. Desmond pauses. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Adina apparently HAD told everyone. God damn it. I shouldn’t have done anything to the poor girl.

“Um…,” Desmond said. I stared at the ceiling, still lying on the floor, horrified. The little bitch! My stomach constricted around the idea of Desmond knowing what I did.

“What did Adina tell you?” I hissed. Desmond couldn’t know! He just couldn’t! I knew he wasn’t gay, but if he knew, he wouldn’t even be my friend.

“It’s the only way,” I whispered into her ear. Her body became totally limp.

“Shit… the bell just rang. I have to go. I’ll stop by your house after school,” he said, hanging up. The tone of the dead phone echoed into my ear.

“Fine,” I yelled into the speaker, even though I knew he couldn’t hear me. “Fine, then. Have fun fucking your new girlfriend!” I shut the phone closed.

I continued to fuck the hell out of her.

A/N- So, yes, this is a slightly controversial story. I would like everyone to know that I, in no way, shape or form, support the act of rape. The views expressed here are those of my characters and not necessarilly my own. Please review! I will update whenever I have a new chapter, but reviews make me write faster. :)