Chapter Eight:
Circa September 16th 1988
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( tw: sexual assault )

Felicity greeted her friends with a smile, "Hey, girls!"

Bethany and Brittany, the fake blonde bombshell twins, spoke at the same time. "Hi, bitch!"

Jennifer, the dark haired not so bright one, "Hello!"

"What are we doin' tod-" Felicity was interrupted by a boy's voice, unloading her books into her locker.

"And I'm tellin' she was like 'oh my fuck! Richie! harder!' and then-"

"Ew, that one is so gross!" Brittany fake gagged, pointing a finger down her throat.

"I mean, I-" Jennifer started, "Yeah. He's probably never even seen a pair of boobs."

"He's kind of cute, though. Right?" Felicity tilted her head. "I-I mean-.."

The three girls gave her a look, causing Felicity to quickly correct herself, "In a sad sort of way?"

Felicity didn't mean it. 

"Holy shit!" Bethany laughed, "That's perfect."

"You're perfect." Jennifer sighed. Felicity glanced over at her and pursed her lips.

"What?" Bethany and Brittany looked over at her.

"What?" Jennifer repeated, a blank look on her face. "I didn't say anything.."

"Uh, okay? Lesbo much?" Brittany scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Right, uh.. anyways, I'm gonna go to the bathroom." Felicity spoke, closing her locker. "See ya'll in second period."

The three girls waved at her as she turned on her heel to walk towards the  bathroom.

"Just-Just shut up, Richie. Seriously." A curly haired boy smacked the trash talking boy over the head. Felicity cracked a smile.

She recognized him from her art class in her last period. She always found him intriguing.

Stanley Uris. Even his name was intriguing to her.

He sounded fancy and rich. Felicity recognized his last name.. His dad was the rabbi.. at least that's what she thinks it's called.

And honestly, Stan was cute as hell too. But that's not why he intrigued her.

He did. Himself, his personality, his actions and how he spoke.

Felicity would sometimes watch him, just to see what he does when no one's paying attention to him.

He was interesting, that's for sure.

"Why, hello there, Felicity." Henry Bowers smirked, winking at her.

Felicity jumped, "He-Henry? What're you doin' in the girls bathroom?"

"Waiting for you." He stepped up to her and began twirling a piece of hair around his finger.

Felicity cleared her throat and backed up. "And suddenly I no longer need to-"

Henry suddenly shoved her against the wall, causing her to let out a grunt.

"Let me go!" She pleaded, trying to escape his grasp. He gripped her wrists with one hand and pinned them above her head. He used his knee to pin her legs against the tile wall, rendering her helpless.

"No can do, baby girl." Henry smirked, his free hand trailing under her shirt and up her stomach. "You have no idea how long I've neeed this.. how long I've wanted this.. wanted you."

"Henry, st-stop!" Felicity wiggled in his grasp trying to free herself. "I don't want this!"

He didn't stop. No, instead he forced his lips against hers roughly.

Felicity continued to struggle, but unfortunately for her, Henry was twice her size and much, much stronger. She stood no chance against him. that didn't stop her from trying to free herself, though.

"Stop fucking struggling, you whore." Henry seethed, pressing himself against her thigh, "I know you like it. I know you want this. You like it because you're a dirty little whore, aren't you? You've wanted me for as long as I've wanted you.. isn't that rignt, Felicity?"

Felicity began to panic, trying again to escape his grasp. She hated how he said her name. He said it like she was a thing, an object to be won.

"I said stop struggling!" Henry pulled his hand from under her shirt to smack her. "That's your fault."

Her cheek stung as a red mark was left against it. Felicity let out a whimper as the bell rang, signaling the start of first period.

Tears began to well up in her eyes as she begged him to let her go.

"Let me go!" She pleaded again, but he only squeezed tighter and pressed harder. She couldn't feel her hands any longer. "Pl-Please."

His lips pressed against hers roughly again. She tried to bite him to make him let go, but he was too fast to pull away before she could.

"What the hell?" A shrill voice shrieked. Felicity sighed in relief as she turned her head.

She was saved. She was free!

"What the fuck are you doing with my boyfriend?" Brittany hissed, stomping up to her and ripping her from Henry's grasp. "I always knew that you were a skank!"

"Wh-What? No! He came on to me! Brittany, he just.. Henry just..."

"What? What'd he do? Hm? Huh? What is it? Nothing!" The fake blonde screeched, smacking her across the face.  "This is your fault! I know it!"

Felicity let out a whimper and fell to the floor from the sheer force of the hit. "

"I-I-" Henry smirked, licked his lips and winked at the girl before leaving. 

"Ugh, you sound like that stuttering loser in my math class." Brittany rolled her eyes. "He's like 'f-f-f-f-fi-fi-five.' like, what a loser!"

"It's.. a speech impediment.." Felicity mumbled, standing up. "I didn't do anything, Brittany!"

"Did I ask you, skank?" Brittany pushed her down again. "Stay the hell down, bitch. I can do a hell of a lot worse! And if you think I'm not gonna ruin your fuckin' life? You're dead fuckin' wrong."

Brittany leaned down and grabbed her by the chin. "You're gonna be dead by three pm."

She then roughly pushed her head to the side and left, leaving Felicity alone and cold on the bathroom floor.

She shivered as she slowly pushed herself up, wincing as her wrist pushed against the floor.

Shakily she leaned against the sink and stared at herself in the mirror.

Felicity took deep breaths as she tried to calm herself down. But she failed.

Felicity began to sob as she sank down to the floor. Her hands covering her face. She had only one thought on her mind.

Why Me?

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{ Word Count: 1062 }

{ A/n: This one was rough to write. i will personally be killing Bowers and Brittany myself. Any participants? }

{ Edited: Nope }