Chapter 10: The Rape Jonesy, the star lineman on the Goleta Free Central High School varsity football team said he didn't want s
1025 Words
"Jonesy, you can't have her first, you'll fuckin squish her." joked Robbie. "If all you guys want a piece of ass it's probably better if she starts with Karl. He's much smaller."
"Yea right, I've seen Karl's pecker." recounted Jonesy.
"You've seen Karl's pecker? When did you see Karl's d**k?" asked Robbie.
"In the shower, man. He was checking me out, so I asked him if he was just curious or hungry."
"What'd he say?" asked Robbie.
"He said if he was hungry, he'd be lookin' for a meal not a snack!"
"He said that? Way to go Karl. He gotcha man, you stepped right into that s**t!"
Robbie thought his cousin, Francesca, was a stuck-up brat, so he planned to get back at her. She needed to be taught who was in charge. Within the first year living with his family, he would blow kisses, grab his crotch, all as an attempt to suggest s*x with Francesca. Mostly she ignored his behavior and sometimes told him to f**k off Robbie! Every rejection only increased his obsession and his disdain for what she considered her high opinion of herself. He thought that if she wanted to continue to live off the largesse of his family, there should be some fringe benefits. Quid Pro Quo, like uncle Pete would have said.
He devised a plan. His plan included Karl, the Goleta high varsity team quarterback as the bait. He suspected Francesca had a crush on Karl. She displayed a signed photograph of him in his football jersey in her bedroom. Other than photos and posters of Jim Morrison, Grace Slick and Jimi Hendrix, Karl graced the coveted spot stuck between the frame and mirror glass on her chest of drawers.
Robbie planned a little party at his house. He invited Jonesy, Karl, Eddie, Emilio, and anyone else who wanted to tag along. He was gifted a virtual table top game, Pong, for his eighteenth birthday and he wanted to show it off. At first, Karl said he didn't want to attend because of his football training regimen, but changed his mind when Robbie told him his cousin would be home.
Francesca arrived home after working the late shift at the local KFC. She was cold, hungry and tired. When she walked in the front door, she heard loud music coming from the rec room in the basement and smelled m*******a. Robbie told her earlier, that he planned a party and that Karl was invited. Although she liked Karl a lot, she was in no mood to party; The fried chicken stink that stuck to skin like flypaper most probably would be a turnoff for Karl. So, she heated day old pizza in the microwave and went upstairs to draw a bath.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she noticed that her small breasts seemed fuller then yesterday. She imagined what she would look like as an adult with a much larger bust size. Holding up her hair like Rita Hayworth, she pursed her lips up to the mirror. Then throwing back her long hair, flashing a big smile, she posed as if she was in a glamour magazine. But it wasn't Rita Hayworth looking back at her, it was a young sixteen-year-old girl in the mirror, awkwardly tall with angles where curves should be. One day I will be as beautiful as she.
She drew a bath and settled in for some well needed relaxation and her thoughts drifted to a conversation she had earlier with her host mother, Aunt Estefania.
Why do boys act so weird around me?
Estefania answered.
Honey, you're pretty. Bad boys are threatened, and good boys are shy. But all boys have hormones running through their bodies that make them do stupid things. But don't be like you mother, she had no sense when it came to boys!"
Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted. Robbie was knocking vigorously on the bathroom door.
"Franny, what ya doing? I got a party going and you're invited!"
"Not tonight, Robbie, thanks anyway," she replied.
"You don't know what you're missing," he retorted.
"Yes, I do... now go away and leave me alone."
A loud punch to the bathroom door indicated Robbie left in a huff. She exited the tub and put her ear to the door.
Silence.
She wrapped a towel tightly around her body, slid furry slippers on her feet and quickly opened the door, only to be shocked by what she saw.
"I invited you to my party," barked Robbie. "You can put some clothes on, or better yet, come as you are!"
"You didn't answer. I thought you left, and you promised Karl would be here," she replied.
Francesca nervously panned the boys faces searching for Karl, with a bathroom towel as her only protection.
"Who are these boys?"
Karl sheepishly, stepped forward.
"Hi, Francesca."
"Oh! Karl! Give me a minute, I'll get dressed and be right down!"
Francesca clutched the towel closely to her body and inched around Robbie averting her eyes away from the other boys. With a quick move, Robbie pulled the towel away. She pushed Robbie away and ran towards her room. Robbie tackled her to the floor.
"Get off on me!" she screamed.
"Jonesy, grab her legs! She's slippery. I can't hold her down by myself!" Robbie barked.
Kicking and screaming Francesca attempted to free herself, but Jonesy got on his knees and grabbed her ankles. With all the strength she could muster she kicked Jonesy in the face, drawing blood from his nose,
"You fuckin b***h!" he exclaimed, striking her eye with his monstrous fist. The blow rendered her defenseless and she went limp.
Robbie knelt on her left shoulder and pushed down on her head and right side with his elbows and fists. He barked.
"Karl, do her. Do her now!"
Karl stood motionless. Robbie yelled again.
"C'mon dude! Before she comes to!"
Karl visibly horrified, responded. "I can't man, not like this!"
"f**k you, p***y! get the f**k out here if you're not goin' to do her!" exclaimed Robbie.
Karl stood helplessly by as his "friends" like soulless parasites devoured a helpless host.
- Writer
