Donna sang underneath her breath as she walked though her front door, happier than she'd been in several weeks. The last five days had been wonderful. Ever since Mrs. Winters and Coach Clate had seen what Fenton was doing to, she hadn't seen hair nor hide of him. He was fired from his job at the school because of sexual harassment, and her parents had been pushing for her to file charges, but she hadn't. She just wanted to be left alone.
Her parents had been horrified to learn what he'd been doing, though they didn't know a lot of it. Donna never mentioned the fact that he'd passed molesting her weeks ago, and that she had indeed been raped. As far as anyone knew, he'd only touched her inappropriately, and nothing more.
She knew that she probably should tell them, but between her shame at the fact that it happened to her, as well as not being able to deal with the looks everyone would most likely give her, it caused her to hold her tongue. After all, it had already gotten around the school that something had happened between Fenton and her that had gotten him fired, and just the fact that the other students were crowding around her in an effort to know what had happened, along with the rumors that had circulated, had her uncomfortable. Giving them even more information to be 'overheard' particularly anything that would confirm some of those rumors was not something she wanted to see.
"Mom, Dad," she called through the house, hearing nothing but silence in return. A frown found it's way on her face – she hadn't noticed the car, but her parents had been adamant about not leaving her alone all that often, with one of them staying behind for when she got back from school. However, it didn't upset her – their absence meant that things were quickly returning to normal, something that she was grateful to know. It meant that they could put everything behind them even sooner than she originally believed could happen.
A smile on her face at that idea, she headed to her room. Putting her backpack on her bed and pulling out her homework, she studiously grabbed her math to do first, not even glancing at her biology book. Even though the week had been good, biology still gave her memories of what Fenton had done to her, and she had been leaving her homework for that class alone as long as she could – in fact, she often commandeered her parents to help her with it in order to keep any memory she might have at bay.
She was about halfway done with her math when she heard the door open and shut.
"I'm up here," she called out as she stood, heading out of her room and down the stairs to greet whichever of her parents had arrived home, a smile on her face in greeting. The smile faded as she came to a complete stop, ten steps before the next floor. A shuddering breath left her as an unwanted face looked up at her.
"No," she said, turning around and running back up the steps to her room. She could hear him behind her, and put on a burst of speed as she came to the second floor landing. Swinging herself into her room, she closed and locked her door, sliding down to the floor with her back against it as she heard and felt him pound on it.
"Donna!" he yelled as he tried to force it open.
"Go away!" she yelled back, her voice watery as she began to cry. The pounding continued for a good three minutes before it finally stopped, and she heard his footsteps leaving, before the door opened and closed once more. Believe that he had left, she turned and pulled herself up, and unlocking the door, slowly opening it and peering out into the hallway. She didn't see anyone there. Opening it more, she looked to the side that she could see, promptly screaming and trying to force the door shut again.
It didn't work, and she ended up on her back on the floor as her door banged against the wall, Fenton standing right there.
"No," she breathed, shaking her head as she scrambled away from, pulling herself up to stand. She didn't get far as he grabbed her hair, holding her on her knees in front of him. She closed her eyes and tried to look away from the obvious bulge in his pants, but his grip on her hair was relentless, holding her in place.
His other hand undid the button of his pants, pushing them until they fell by themselves, and freeing himself from his boxers. She clamped her mouth shut, realizing what he wanted, and what she was just at the perfect level for. His other hand then joined the hand in her hair, yanking it harshly, causing a pained cry to leave her lips. Taking advantage of this fact, he thrusted himself into her mouth, gagging her with his member.
Thrusting in and out of her mouth, Fenton held her by her hair to keep her from moving. She thought about biting down, but, after taking a quick glance upward seemed to end that idea. She shuddered, closing her eyes to keep from looking at him again. Donna couldn't stand the idea of him looking at her the way he was, with the possession and mad in his eyes.
His actions right now made her regret the fact that he'd been found out and fired. He was rough, rougher than he'd ever been, as if he hadn't been able to handle the separation for her, the fact that he hadn't been able to look at her in the last few days. She was scared to know what he would do if she tried to fight right now – he seemed way to close to snapping.
So she stayed still as he continued to thrust into her mouth, sickened in the actions, but afraid to stop him. Finally, he still, though the action came when something salty filled her mouth. Being left with no other choice, she swallowed, coughing and trying not to throw up as he removed himself from her mouth.
He knelt down, bringing their lips together, despite her revulsion of the action. Pushing her down and falling on top of her as the breath was knocked from her, it took her a few moments to realize that he had begun to remove her pants. She tried to stop, though her actions, as always, were fruitless as he succeeded in removing them and then her panties from her.
He finally let go of her hair, grabbing her wrists in one had and holding them on her abdomen as he slid down until his face was positioned between her legs. His free hand held her hip, his shoulders keeping her legs from closing. Her eyes widened as she stared down at him, a squeak leaving her mouth as he licked her. Her head fell back onto the floor as she fought to keep from giving into the stimulation. She didn't want this.
Unfortunately, Donna was unable to control her body, and she couldn't stop herself from the stimulation he caused. Several moans of pleasure made there way through her as a coil tightened in her abdomen. She whimpered, not noticing that he'd let her wrists go as her hands instinctively tangled themselves in his hair, and her attempted to buck towards him.
He was in control of her body, as her mind protected itself as much as it could. And yet, as she had never done much to sink into her mind, to block out what he was doing to her – had been doing to her for a while – she had no happy area to go to yet, and was unable to completely block what he was doing to her, what he was making her body betray her for. Now was she so deep in her mind that what he body wanted her to do was able to be ignored.
She was still aware of when the coil tightened for the last time before letting go, her orgasm washing over her in an intense wave of pleasure. She was still aware as he kissed his way up her body, settling himself between her thighs before pushing him erect member into her, him mouth licking and suckling her breasts.
Her moans filled the room as he moved in and out of her, her hips joining into the dance. Her arms wrapped around his neck as her legs did the same around his waist, allowing him to hit a certain spot that sent waves of pleasure through her. Her body was shameless in it's pursuit of fulfilling what Fenton wanted of her, and her mind wasn't able to protect itself before her body could control it.
She shattered around him, though he wasn't done yet. Pulling out and arranging her until she was on her knees, he thrusted back into her, her warmth surrounding him. She moaned continuously as he moved, bringing her to another orgasm. This time, when she shattered, the tightening of her muscles in her center had him following her.
Letting her go, he stood, fixing himself as she tried to catch her breath. She heard him leave, but didn't move for a while as what just happened filtered into her mind. A healthy dose of hate and shame ran through her, though she didn't cry. For once, the tears didn't come, and she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
Taking a quick show to rid her body of the sweat and smell that had been left, she mechanically did her homework until the sound of a car door opening and close was heard. Getting up, she walked down the stairs, putting on a mask over her face so that her parents wouldn't know that there was anything wrong.
"Hey, where we're you guys?" asked them as they came through the door. Her parents looked at each other, excitement plain on their faces.
"We went to the hardware story, to get a chain lock for the door," her father said, holding up a bag in his head. He didn't want to tell her that he thought he saw Fenton earlier that day, which was why he did what he did. The door, unfortunately, didn't have a window near it to look through, and he wasn't going to risk opening it to find Fenton on the other side without a way to keep the door from being opened all the way. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew that, in a fight, he wouldn't win against him, especially if taken by surprise.
Donna could tell that there was a reason for the lock, but didn't ask.
"Is that all you did?" she asked, looking confused. It didn't make sense that they would be excited about that, considering that it was a relatively small thing.
"No," her mother said. "We actually stopped by the police station."
Mrs. Keppel handed her a piece of paper. Confused, Donna opened it and read it, twice, before looking up at her parents.
"Is this..." she started to ask.
"Yes," Mrs. Keppel said. "It's a restraining order, saying that Richard Fenton cannot come within fie hundred yards of you, as of today."
Mrs. Keppel reached for Donna, folding her into a hug, with her father following the act.
"Everything's going to be okay now, Donna," he said. "Everything's going to be okay."
She gave a fake smile. Despite the news, it felt like nothing would be okay, particularly after what had just happened, an event that she couldn't erase. Maybe within a few days, it would be, once she could get over what had happened.