CHAPTER SIXTEEN
NADIA
A tip of the iceberg!
Lara regained her composure, her face now flushed with indignation. “You think you can just hit me and walk away? This isn’t over!” she spat, but I was already done.
“You want to fight? Then let’s do this!” I shot back defiantly, the tension in the air electric. But deep down, I realized this wasn’t who I wanted to be. I didn’t want to keep falling into their traps, especially since I knew what Sandro would do to me if he found out that I fought with his girlfriend.
With that thought, I pushed through them, forcing my way past her friends who tried to grab my arms. I could feel them trying to shove me back, but I was fueled by a determination to escape their toxicity. With each step, I sent one of the girls tumbling back onto the ground. The sound of sneakers squeaking against the floor echoed as I dashed away from them.
“Run away, little mouse!” Lara shouted after me, her voice dripping with mocking laughter. But I didn’t look back. I could feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up my neck, but I pushed it all down, focusing instead on reaching the sanctuary of the basketball court.
Breathing hard, I ran, my feet pounding against the ground, each step determined to escape the chaos they brought. The basketball court loomed ahead, a familiar sight filled with memories of laughter, teamwork, and love for the game. I dashed through the entrance, the rhythmic bounce of a ball and the sounds of boys practicing echoing around me like a comforting blanket.
Inside, the gym seemed like it had its heartbeat. I spotted a group of players practicing shooting hoops. Some turned to look at me, their eyes curious about my disheveled appearance and flushed face, but I barely registered their stares. I rushed to the far side of the court, farthest from the doors, and leaned against the cool wall, trying to gather myself.
It felt like a facade I had built for so long was slowly crumbling. I hated being the target of Lara’s and the boys’ petty games, and I found it frustrating knowing that there was no escaping Sandro’s fury once Lara told him.
As I took several deep breaths, trying to steady my heartbeat, I grabbed a basketball, feeling its cool texture under my fingers. I dribbled it a few times, the rhythm soothing my racing heart. With each bounce, I let out the frustration of the encounter, imagining all my doubts and fears disappearing with every shot I took.
“Hey, you okay?” a voice interrupted me. I looked up to see Toni, one of the guys from the basketball team, standing a bit away with concern written all over his face. His presence was comforting, and another wave of disappointment washed over me at the thought of how badly the morning had gone.
“Yeah, just… dealing with some stuff,” I replied, trying to compose myself. I didn’t want to dive into whatever just happened, feeling like it was too petty to share with anyone, especially someone like him.
Toni looked around, analyzing the atmosphere. “I saw Lara and her crew giving you a hard time. Seriously, those girls need to grow up.” He shook his head like he was disgusted. “You don’t deserve that. Nobody does.”
“Thanks,” I said softly, appreciating his words, but it felt inadequate compared to what had just happened. “It’s just annoying, you know? I get that they think they’re superior, but I’m tired of feeling bullied every time I walk into school.”
He took a few steps closer, lowering his voice. “You’re stronger than you think, Nadia. Next time they try to mess with you, don’t hold back. Stand your ground.”
His words made me feel a flicker of confidence. It was something I desperately needed at that moment. “I’ll try. I just want to focus on basketball and my studies, but it’s hard to do that when they’re constantly making my life difficult.”
Toni paused, contemplating my words. “Well, if you ever need someone to back you up, call me. I’ve got your back,” he said sincerely.
“Thanks, Toni. I’ll keep that in mind,” I replied, feeling oddly reassured by his offer. Maybe I wouldn’t have to face them alone anymore.
But almost instantly, I felt disgusted at his words. Jack had said the same thing to me, making me believe that I did not have to face Alex and Sandro alone. But he had chickened out even before the real fight began; he had left me out to dry alone.
I couldn’t think of Toni as being any different!
During lunch break at the cafeteria the next day, I sat alone at a table in the corner, trying to fade into the background as much as possible. I was still rattled by the events of the past few days, and I desperately tried to gather my thoughts. Just as I was lost in my musings, I saw Sandro coming toward me, his long strides quickening as he shouted my name.
“Nadia!” he called out, and my heart sank. Lara was behind him, and I immediately knew I was in trouble.
Instinctively, I thought of running away, but fear of making the situation worse kept me rooted in place. I braced myself for whatever confrontation was about to unfold. As Sandro reached me, he slammed his hand on the table, making my heart jump with the jolt of impact. His menacing eyes bore into mine, sending a shiver down my spine.
“What did you do to my girlfriend?!” he demanded, the intensity of his voice drawing the attention of nearby students in the cafeteria. They began to gather around, craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the drama unfolding.
“Back off!” Sandro yelled, spinning around quickly. His voice was sharp, and instantly the crowd dispersed, realizing the seriousness of the situation. I was left alone with him and Lara, who stood smirking behind Sandro like a queen of vengeance.
“I did nothing to her, Sandro,” I said, trying to sound confident despite the sinking feeling in my stomach. I kept my voice steady, but every word felt like it was being swallowed by the intimidating atmosphere he created.
“You lie!” Lara snapped, her voice dripping with venom. The accusation stung, and I felt frustration bubbling up.
Sandro’s grip tightened as he grabbed my left wrist, and I winced at the pain. “What gave you the guts to slap her?!” he yelled, his face inches from mine, and I could see the anger in his eyes flaring like a dangerous flame.
“Let go, please! You’re hurting me!” I begged, shifting my weight in an attempt to pull my wrist free, but he wouldn’t release his grip. He tightened it, making sure I felt the pain even more.
“Why did you slap her?!” he yelled once more, and the force of his words hit me like a physical blow. My heart raced as I saw the eyes of those around us watching, expressing a mix of curiosity and fear.
“She-she and her friends blocked my path!” I stammered, desperation creeping into my tone. “They wouldn’t let me through for my basketball practice. I was just trying to get past!”
But Sandro wasn’t interested in my excuse. “Any attack against Lara is an attack against me!” he shouted, his voice booming within the cafeteria. Just as I thought he might consider that maybe I hadn’t been entirely at fault, he turned to Lara, his face shifting from anger to an unsettling calm.
“Why don’t you slap her, Lara? Go ahead! Slap her as many times as you want while I hold her!”
My stomach dropped, and I froze in shock. “What? No! Don’t do this!” I shouted, scrambling to make sense of Sandro’s words.
But Lara approached me, a predatory smile plastered across her face. I felt helpless as she raised her hand. “You asked for this, Nadia. Just remember that!” she mocked. Before I could react, her hand came down hard against my cheek, a sharp sting exploding in pain.
“Don’t you ever touch me again!” she growled, her voice laced with triumph. An unexpected surge of rage coursed through me, but Sandro held me in place with an iron grip.
I struggled against Sandro’s hold, but he was too strong, and the pain in my wrist throbbed.
He dragged me out and marched towards the restroom, fear gripping my chest as we approached there.
Sandro forcefully pinned me to the wall, separating my thighs with his knees and pressing against my vagina. “What gave you the right to touch Lara? Is it because I have given you the privilege of being around me?”
I shivered under his touch, tears pooling in my eyes.
He continued moving his knees with fury, then murmured a few words before he brought his attention back to me. “You just spoilt my mood and you’ll pay dearly for it.” He spat.
“I was supposed to be with Lara, having the best time of my life. But because of your lowlife, she was so pissed to concentrate.
Everything I wanted to do with her, I’ll do it with you.”
“No, no,” I shook my head, the tears flowing from my eyes increasing, “please don’t do this to me.”
His eyes went red and he slapped me, then covered my mouth and forced me to my knees.
He quickly loosened his belt, “Everything I was going to do with Lara, I’ll do it with you.”
My body shook with fear and I was too weak to protest. Sandro forced his dick into my mouth and violently jerked my head to his rhythm.
Tears flushed my eyes as I stayed under his hold. He pressed my head harder, jerking furiously as he did, till he pushed my head off him and poured his creamy cum on me.
It was completely disgusting, and frustrating that I was the victim here, but I still had to bear the punishment. The worst was, that it did not seem like help was coming from anywhere.
The tears dripped on my cheeks alongside the cum he poured on me. “Please stop, I have done nothing wrong.”
“I don’t even care at this point,” Sandro spanked my face. “But I know that wretched people like you abuse privileges.
We should not have paid your rent!” He spat.
I could not hold it any longer. “The rent you used to sexually abuse me? Then went on to make a video and distribute?” I yelled.
“Just shut up!” He bawled, then slapped me even harder.
My face went red and I hit my lips to hold back my tears. Everything had become too overwhelming and I shrieked at the thoughts that ran through my head.
He raised my skirt up and in no time his fingers had found their way to my clit.
“Please stop,” my legs curled as I cried out, but he would not listen. He fingered me till he was satisfied then bent me forcefully, “I’ve been going easy with you, but I’ll fuck you today.”
My anxiety trippled. “Please don’t,” I begged and cried. “Please. I’ll stay away from you, I’ll avoid Lara, I will do everything you ask me to, just let me go please.”
It was as if my cries fell on deaf ears as Sandro continued fingering me till he thought I was open enough.
His dick was so close to my vagina, his cap running my clit when a knock came on the door, “Sandro, are you there?”