Her Scars

What did I do?

Dimitra

How dare he! Who does he think he is?. I huffed all the way to my appointment cursing in all the languages that you may know. The bastard had a nerve to think I'm a slut that'll throw herself at him like those three-

Oh! So the evil trio made out with this asshole. Well- they are quite a match. I mean- the guy is all so hot that you'll have your panties melting just from his voice but he's the world's biggest asshole. And the trio, well...they are them.

I was still cursing the ol'd**k when I opened the door to my apartment. I saw a note on a coffee table then marched to it.

Hey babochkah, I'm out with this other hot guy and I'll be spending a week at his place. The guy has a huge junior so I wouldn't miss the chance. If you need me, just call. But dont call at night because I'll be on my knees worshipping the god of cotton.

Dont miss me too much.

Vic

I laughed placing the note back to the coffee table. I wasn't hungry at all so I just went to my room, completed my assignments and had a quick shower before going to bed.

I was in bed wearing a big gray oversized tshirt written 'princess dont cry' across the chest. I had a bunny ribbon at my head to keep my dreadlocks at my back because they are just so bothersome when they are all way over my shoulders.

I said my prayers and tucked myself under the sheets. That's when the nasty nasty thoughts of Malthe's head between my legs crawled up my mind. How his silky hair would feel in my hands when I hold him tight to my core. I swear by that moment I could feel his tongue flicker on my clit. His stubble rubbing my inner thighs causing me to shudder. His emerald eyes watching me writhing from his skillful tongue.

My phone buzzed busting my bubble of happiness. I checked it to find that it was the notification of an order I did a few days back. I found my legs entangled in a possible manner so that they could create some friction on my throbbing clit. I wasn't the one to finger myself because I just found the act too silly. I mean I tried before, more than once. But along the way I'd just find the whole thing funny and then all the mood is gone. My fingers were a turn off for me.

So guess what I did for all these years, I grinded my own hips. I'd clamp my thighs tight and grind them so that they add the wanted pressure on my nerdy clit. It wasn't much but hey, it did some trick. I really had nothing in there for a long time. I mean 5 years long time.

So here I was, with my thighs hurting from being clumped too hard. I just orgasmed from the thought of Malthe giving me a head. Am I out of my mind?

I groaned from frustration. How could I? I dismissed the thoughts of hot Malthe from my mind and slowly drifted off.

I was walking down the street to my parent's house from the supermarket. I could feel people staring at me and whispering. I stood next to this other group of girls and pretended to be busy with my phone.

"Who knew a lawyer's kid would do such a thing? Poor Tyler. Imagine having your unborn baby killed by a b***h" one of them said and I gasped.

"Yah sure, this is what happens when all the people think you are a Virgin Mary only to find out you are a b***h sleeping with someone who's clearly the size of your eldest brother then later abort his baby when you find out that your whoring self will be known by the world in a matter of few months" I covered my mouth to muffle my whimper.

So this was the case. There rumours of me aborting a baby. A baby I never had. Tyler spread lies of me aborting his baby. How could he do this to me? The last time I was with him was that night when he raped me. Since then, he did not contact me at all. And now people think i aborted his baby. Abortion is illegal, it's even a sin. How could he?

I ran past them. Tears streaming down my face.

"No no, it can't be " I sobbed while running to my home. The only safest place for me right now. A heart breaking sob left my throat.

I woke up with my hands clutching tightly at my pillow which was now a pool of tears. My knuckles were even white from all the clutching. Let alone sweat that covered my body.

I got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. I poured a glass of water and drank. Feeling the lump in my throat disappear.

For how long were these dreams going to last?. Why can't I just forget?

~~~

My week flew by in a daze with few phone calls from Victor. The only time we met was at the university during our joint lectures. He was majoring in art and we shared communication lectures. Him being him went about how his guy was so hot in bed and how sore his ass is from all the banging.

"Gosh this i***t!" I had replied laughing after he told me how he didn't gag at all when he took his guy's big member down his throat and how his gag reflex has improved since he used to suck at giving blowjobs thus the reason why his relationships didn't last.

He had clapped his hands and jumped while he went about how he can see his future with the new guy and him being pregnant from his babies. Yah that's Victor for you.

As for the hot jerk Malthe, I haven't heard from him and honestly, I wasn't at ease. I was damn sure that he could destroy me at the snap of his fingers like he claimed since he was a maniac. Dang it- I even regretted throwing tea at his perfect face, let alone slapping him. But the guy knew the right buttons to push in order to unleash the tigress in me.

I was walking home Friday afternoon when a black shiny Royce Rolls drove towards the sidewalk and stopped right besides me. It was so shiny that I could see myself very clearly. I shrugged it off and started to walk off but it drove again and stopped next to me.

Panic crippled through me. I tried jogging faster but the bastard driving that car was up for a game. The car drove again and stopped beside me. The window to the passenger's seat rolled down. I glanced to see who this mindless creature was so that I give him my piece of mind. My eyes widened and I gulped. My mouth suddenly feeling dry.

It was Malthe.