Post by Simon Crawford on Aug 24, 2016 21:28:20 GMT -5
When she began to tear up as she spoke of her horror she dealt with, a frown came over his face. Reaching into the desk, he found the small pack of tissues. Crawling over to her, he handed it to her and sat next to the bed as he gently held her hand inside his own. Gently closing his fingers around her whole hand, he sat there as she spoke of it. Closing his eyes for a moment, a few tears slid down his face by the time she finished. Opening them again, his now blood shot eyes showed off the Ice blue of his Iris. Clearing his throat as he wiped his face and eyes of the tears.
"When I was 13 years old, I just entered Junior high school. On the first day of school, the Principal called me to his office. He asked me how my day was and asked if I had any problems with any of the other students because a rumor spread through my home town that God killed my mother during child birth to Repent my father who's a priest of his sins. I grew up with just my father and his strict ways. The principal began to complement my eyes...and when I thanked him and checked my bag to see if I had all my things before the very end of the day when school left out...I heard his Zipper going down. He told me if I told anyone and he was to be caught, he would make my life in the rest of my school years a living hell. He was high up in the lines of the elite in my town. Always donating for different Charities...even one...for raped victims." Wiping his eyes again as more tears slid down his face and sniffing a bit. He was looking down at the floor as he just realized, she will be the third person to fully hear this story. He fought for the courage to keep speaking of it.
"I tried telling my father...he didn't believe me. He thought I was making up the story to get his attention and that I was to repent for my sins of lying about an elder. I went to the cops after my father didn't want to hear it. Again, they thought I was making up stories and Fantasies of his Principal raping him at his desk. Every day for three years...he raped me. Sometimes he raped me two or three times a day. It depended on his mood he was in with his wife. This caused me to be Bisexual and relationships never working. When I went to the Senior High, I was called to the principal's office. I figured this one was going to rape me, to continue the chain. So I went, and saw that my principal was a female who asked me to sit. She asked me if it was true if I was raped. I told her everything. Lets just say, I'm one sixth of the rape victims that had the will to survive. The other five sixth...they committed suicide. TO fast forward this story along since it is very long. She helped me to become a fire fighter and on the day I graduated High school, she, my father...and that fat fucking bastard were there. That truck you rode in...I've had that since I was Seventeen. I was in it about to leave when he stepped in the door frame. He was going to try and rape me again. I saw a few of my Fire house buddies, so...I did out whistle of help that we made up one day. They heard it and ran over. Ha Ha Ha Ha, he the fucker tried zipping up fast but his dick got caught in the zipper. He was arrested that day and his mug shot showed his penis sticking out in between his zipper."
"When I was 13 years old, I just entered Junior high school. On the first day of school, the Principal called me to his office. He asked me how my day was and asked if I had any problems with any of the other students because a rumor spread through my home town that God killed my mother during child birth to Repent my father who's a priest of his sins. I grew up with just my father and his strict ways. The principal began to complement my eyes...and when I thanked him and checked my bag to see if I had all my things before the very end of the day when school left out...I heard his Zipper going down. He told me if I told anyone and he was to be caught, he would make my life in the rest of my school years a living hell. He was high up in the lines of the elite in my town. Always donating for different Charities...even one...for raped victims." Wiping his eyes again as more tears slid down his face and sniffing a bit. He was looking down at the floor as he just realized, she will be the third person to fully hear this story. He fought for the courage to keep speaking of it.
"I tried telling my father...he didn't believe me. He thought I was making up the story to get his attention and that I was to repent for my sins of lying about an elder. I went to the cops after my father didn't want to hear it. Again, they thought I was making up stories and Fantasies of his Principal raping him at his desk. Every day for three years...he raped me. Sometimes he raped me two or three times a day. It depended on his mood he was in with his wife. This caused me to be Bisexual and relationships never working. When I went to the Senior High, I was called to the principal's office. I figured this one was going to rape me, to continue the chain. So I went, and saw that my principal was a female who asked me to sit. She asked me if it was true if I was raped. I told her everything. Lets just say, I'm one sixth of the rape victims that had the will to survive. The other five sixth...they committed suicide. TO fast forward this story along since it is very long. She helped me to become a fire fighter and on the day I graduated High school, she, my father...and that fat fucking bastard were there. That truck you rode in...I've had that since I was Seventeen. I was in it about to leave when he stepped in the door frame. He was going to try and rape me again. I saw a few of my Fire house buddies, so...I did out whistle of help that we made up one day. They heard it and ran over. Ha Ha Ha Ha, he the fucker tried zipping up fast but his dick got caught in the zipper. He was arrested that day and his mug shot showed his penis sticking out in between his zipper."