Screaming in Silence [FIN]

How did she get herself in this situation? Oh right. Flirting with everything that moved. She thought this guy was pretty cute. Big arms, strong jaw, blue eyes. Really not a bad catch in truth but the problem with Cassandra was that even when she did ‘catch’ something, someone, she simply didn’t know what to do with them. She thought she had this guy wrapped around her finger but the tables had turned when he tried to slip his hand under her skirt without warning while they were eating lunch together.

Cassandra had jumped so high and reacted so violently to the unexpected advance that she had literally flipped backwards off of the lunch bench, and her skirt flipped up showing the ENTIRE lunch room her pink panda underwear. This was it. She was just going to die. Just keel over and die. Of embarrassment of course. But the boy, Josh, had stood up imminently and helped her up, shushing the sounds of laughter from his friends. “I’m really sorry. Can I buy you a soda or something? That was way over the line?” He seemed really sincere in his apology, and she trusted him for it. A bad decision.

“Ye… Yeah.“ She smiled sheepishly, looking away. He took her hand and lead her to the vending machines. The vending machines were off in a secluded room to the side of the cafeteria. Hardly anyone went over there, especially since some kids had been caught smoking over there just two weeks ago. No one wanted to get accused of something stupid like that. But this guy wasn’t concerned about that. In fact, that fitted into his plans perfectly.

-Disturbing content, nothing graphic but you probably wont want to read this.-


Sure he bought her a drink, and sure he apologized but soon enough he was back in her personal space, pressing her into a corner in between two drink machines and out of immediate view from anyone who might pass by. At first she acted like she was into it, the pressure and the guilt of embarrassing him from earlier encouraging her to just go with the flow. At first she would just giggle and say “oh stop” or “that tickles!”, “quit it!” even. At first it was somewhat playful, but after a few minutes of him becoming more and more aggressive, and her lip gloss all over her neck and chin, she realized that he wasn’t going to stop or quit it.

She tried to push him off, but he ignored her. She didn’t want to cry out and have someone see her like this. How could she get herself into this situation? She pushed a little and let out a small cry as he slammed her up against the wall wordlessly. She tried to kick and punch him a few times, but nothing worked. She was 5’1 and 90 lbs. This guy was probably double her weight. He didn’t even flinch. He took his time and just enjoyed his power over the young girl. He hadn’t done anything… terrible yet, but still tears began to overflow from her eyes as he held her against the wall. He was so much bigger than he had her lifted quite a few inches up off of the ground. She couldn’t bring herself to cry out as emotions and thoughts smashed together in her brain, turning into mushy unintelligent nonsense. She had wanted this, she had essentially asked for this, what would people say if they found her like this? Maybe he wouldn't say anything... The scream wanted to erupt form her lungs so badly, but she couldn't let it out.

She squeezed her eyes shut and stopped fighting him, mascara running down her makeup-caked cheeks. It’s not like it would have done her any good anyway.

Suddenly Cassandra’s behind hit the floor and she pressed herself into the corner, folding her knee-high stockings to her half-buttoned blouse and cowering, still squinting her eyes shut for a moment before she heard Josh’s head smash from a fist into the vending machine. She looked up, wide eyed at the two outlines, trying to let her eyes tell her exactly what was going on.

Josh’s head was hit with a knee before the big male fell to the ground, smashing his head against the hard floor. Josh was clearly dazed, looking up at Lochlann from the floor before sitting up, his cheek swollen and leaking blood and his mouth about in the same state. “What the hell dude!?” He looked him up and down, glaring. “Can’t you wait your fucking turn,” He yelled at the young man, crawling past him before getting up and running off. “Fine, you ca have that one!” And just like that the guy was gone, though he was stumbling from the head trauma.

Cassandra didn’t quite look right, beyond the seriously messed up makeup and the fear in her eyes, She looked pale and weak, like suddenly she had realized that her life had been sucked out of her. Which it sort of had been, the boy had been sucking out her energy as he had her pinned on the wall. She gazed bleary-eyed at Lochlann for a moment longer before suddenly dropping her knees and letting her skirt fall back down where it belonged. She dropped her head as well, trying to wipe off the makeup and tears, hiding her face behind her hair so he wouldn’t see. On the ground was the green ribbon that normally held back the front pieces of her hair, forgotten entirely.

She was torn between attempting to run away and shoving her face in the corner and refusing to acknowledge him. She didn’t know what just happened or really what was going on right now. She just sat there for a long moment, head down and rubbing her face before letting her hands fall to her lap. She breathed out a quiet, hesitant “Thank… you…” but didn’t do much else. She was shaking just a little, partly from fear and partly from having her energy ripped out of her so suddenly, something she had never experienced before.

Cassandra flinched as she picked her false eyelashes off carefully, looking down at her makeup-covered hands. Slowly, she looked up through her hair at Lochlann, watching him with her awkwardly large doe eyes. There were brown grey globs of makeup around her eyes, and her fake lashes were gone, showing rather short but very thick brown wreaths instead. It looked a lot like she might have been punched in her eye from all the mascara she hadn’t been able to simply wipe off in one eye. Her eyes were red, but she didn’t seem scared, just shaken.

She didn’t answer him for awhile, just stared at him with those big innocent eyes. Finally, after a long moment she spoke. “I don’t think you’re like that either.” She was barely loud enough for him to hear, and it was a stark contrast from her typical attention-seeking attitude. She was meek and vulnerable, and yet she apparently trusted the man of prey that she barely knew.

Perhaps that was the problem that got her into this situation in the first place, in fact, this forgiving and trusting nature was probably going to ensure that this was not the last time this sort of thing happened. She lifted her head a little and showed him a little bit of a strained smile. “Yeah I’m okay. Sorry…” She went quiet again then let out a quiet “heh” before lowering her head in shame once more. “Sorry you had to do that….” Her voice cracked a little, but she tried to cover it up with clearing her through. She looked down to her hand which held her eyelashes. She prodded them with her finger absently.

Slowly he moved closer to her. She didn’t move or resist, but her cheeks pinkened even in this circumstance. She tried not to smile too much and looked away awkwardly. She bowed her head, letting him tie her hair back, wiggling a little in her excitement. The simple gesture of kindness had obviously brought up her mood just like that. She looked away from him in silence for a moment before leaning forward and planting a innocent kiss on his cheek, then looking away, red in the face.

He didn’t seem terribly upset about the situation, so it put her a little more at ease. She watched him get to his feet, her heart dropping a little but picking back up as soon as she heard his request. She went to grab his hand then stopped herself, looking down at her half-buttoned shirt. “Oh wait..” She proceeded to button it closed as fast as she could before sending him a cheesy smile, grabbing his hand and pulling herself up enthusiastically, letting her hand linger for a very long moment before pulling it away. “That sounds good. In the lunchroom right,” She finally asked. She didn’t really want to go back in there, but she knew he would be with her and that make it infinitely more appealing, especially since she had left her backpack with her money, makeup and books in it next to where she had been sitting with Josh. But she certainly couldn’t make a pass by Josh’s friends looking like this.

She could never have been happier to have this handsome boy around, though she thought it impossible she could have been happier than when she saw him in normal circumstances. She hesitated for a moment in her request before assuring herself he wouldn’t mind. “Can we stop by the bathrooms first?” She was a little fearful he’d leave while she was washing her face but to her, going in there with makeup smeared all over her face was a life or death situation especially since she feared everyone there would know what happened.

She nodded and smiled at him one last time before heading to the bathroom. She had gone from fear to wanting to squeal so quickly it had made her a little sick, but that was the kind of effect Lochlann had on her (and many others). She quickly walked in and washed her face as quick as she could, taking another minute to adjust her bra and other clothing so they were no longer so wrinkled and messed up. She noticed the top button of her shirt had been ripped off and spent yet another moment removing the excess thread. She smoothed out her hair, letting her fingertips linger on her ribbon for a moment with a silly grin on her face.

As she came out of the bathroom, Josh came out of the mens right across the hall from her. She stopped and froze in fear. His face was perfectly mended and the only evidence of the encounter was some blood on his shirt. He opened his mouth to speak “sor…” and then she was gone, running back to where Lochlann was, her mary-jane shoes singing the song of her flight. Clack-clack Clack-clack clack-clack. She ran up to Lochlann and attempted to bury herself in him, shaking a little. Josh had run as soon as she had in the opposite direction, not wanting to get punched in the face again.

She wasn’t crying again, but she was panting a little and shaking even more than she had before. She stepped away from Lochlann’s back, taking a deep breath and trying to calm the huge pain in her chest. She placed a hand on her chest and tried to take another few deep breaths. Though she could feel the air filling her lungs, it felt like her chest was tight and soon she felt a head rush and had to put her hand against the vending machine to steady herself a little. She closed her eyes and hung her head, trusting Lochlann to watch her back while she calmed herself.

She looked considerably better without the gobs of makeup. She looked younger, but not shockingly so and it was unlikely that Lochlann would get hit with a huge realization of her age, though entirely possible. She had an innocent face, though she perhaps did look a little old for her age. Her abnormally large eyes looked larger without the wreath of black eyeliner and her forehead was dotted with light acne scars. Her lips were as perfect as they could ever be, very full and shapely, though a little chapped and pale. She had a pimple here or there along her hairline and one on her left cheek, but her skin was rather nice. She was a little less tan than she had been pretending to be and she had rather adorable freckles across her nose.

Finally she took a final deep breath and opened her eyes, a little red still from the earlier tears, and laughed weakly, trying to show Lochlann she was alright. “Sorry… R-ready to go?” Her voice was just as weak as she was. She threw a glance over her shoulder in a fearful way. Like this she really looked like a different person and this situation really gave a stark contrast to who she really was and who she pretended to be.