The Dark Knight [Part One]

by L. F. Piper

  “Definitely don’t worry, Miss Kaydee. I’ll take you to your class.” Kaydee looks like she’s going to burst into tears and I feel fucking sick. Ellis doesn’t give her chance to argue or fight him, he just pulls her to her feet, picks up her school bag and slings his arm over her shoulders to drag her away. I couldn’t be happier that we swapped numbers earlier, so I’ll check in with her tonight. God, I hope she makes it.

  Caleb grabs my arm and I wail. It’s the one he hurt in the cafeteria an hour ago and it’s still throbbing. I should’ve put some ice straight on it, but I didn’t think it would still be this sore. “Shut up and move. We’ve got class, but we better get your head checked out first. You’re too clumsy.” Before I can even grab my bag or give him any abuse, some guys come over to congratulate Caleb on nearly knocking me out.

  “That was a fucking sweet throw, dude!” There’s high-fives and thumps on the back before they eventually leave again.

  “You threw a fucking football at my head? What is wrong with you?” Caleb spins quickly, grabbing my face in his massive hand and squeezes my cheeks together forcefully.

  “Mind your mouth, Doll. Pretty sure I’ve already told you once today to watch the tone you take with me. Mommy and daddy might let you off with it, but not me.”

  My bottom lip begins to tremble. Today has just been horrific and my body is hurting too much to fight with him, but I need to hold it together for a little longer. I don’t normally cry and I’m certainly not going to in front of Caleb. “Can you show me to the nurse’s office please?” I whisper. He drops my face and starts to walk off. I snatch up my shoulder bag and nearly have to break into a run to keep up with him.

  ***

  “She was in the courtyard and fell over. She was on her own so it's a good job I was there to bring her to you, Nurse Kelly.” Nurse Kelly is fairly young and very attractive. She similes brightly at Caleb after he winks at her. He’s stood blocking the doorway, one bulky arm is across his chest, the other resting on it. His long fingers are lightly trailing over his bottom lip. It’s disgusting how sexy he looks. I wish he was covered in pimples. I bet he’s never even had a spot before. The word Soul is branding the knuckles of the hand touching his pouty mouth.

  Soul Lost?

  I don’t get it.

  Oh, for God sake. He’s facing me so I’m looking at it backwards. Duh!

  Lost Soul.

  Nurse Kelly finally takes her eyes from him and swings them my way. She tells him what a wonderful person he is as she checks me over. She’s practically a puddle on the bloody floor. I roll my eyes, sending a searing pain through my skull and shuddering to quell the ache. He has totally screwed her before or she’s seriously desperate to do the dirty.

  “You're going to have a bump for a few days, but as long as you don't feel sick or dizzy, I think you'll be just fine. You should really be more careful, Emilia.” She scolds me, pats my leg and tells me to jump down off the bed.

  “I'll bare that in mind,” I mumble under my breath. Nurse Kelly writes both me and Caleb class passes before shooing us out of her office, so she can continue working her way down the list of sick students. Most of them are probably just trying to get out of class, but I really wish I was in mine, Caleb free, right about now.

  “Why did you lie?” I finally ask him once we’re alone in the quiet corridor. My diagnosis could've been different had the nurse known the truth. Probably not, but would it have killed him to be a decent human being for two minutes?

  “Why didn't you tell her the truth?” We've stopped walking down the hallway and are just standing still, facing each other. Why didn't I tell the truth?

  Am I scared of what Caleb will do to me?

  Did I keep quiet to hopefully save myself some pain?

  Did I want to keep Caleb out of trouble for assaulting me?

  I think the answer to all of those questions is a resounding yes. God, what else he can do to me?

  I start walking away from him, towards my next class. Not like I get very far, though. He grabs my arm and spins me around, pinning me against some lockers. They rattle as my back is slammed against the row, sending yet more pain slicing through my body.

  “Why didn't you tell the truth, Emilia?” I'm shocked. It's the first time he has used my name. I didn't think he even knew it. He slams his tattooed hands either side of my head making me near enough jump out of my skin. He edges closer, so our noses are close to touching and repeats his question again.

  “I was scared, okay? For some stupid reason I didn’t want you to get into trouble, for assaulting me at school, and I was scared you'd hurt me again if you did. Not like it mattered, though. You just threw me against the damn lockers!” My voice slowly rises and when I've finished, I'm panting a little. I can't say if it's from anything other than being in such close proximity to him. I can feel his minty breath hitting my face. How can someone look this good but be such a prick? I'm ashamed of myself for being attracted to this guy that talks to me like shit, pushes me around and physically hurts me. He’s a straight up bully.

  Once again, Caleb roughly takes my face in his hold, but this time he pins his mouth to mine; the feel of his lip piercing doing weird things to my insides. I'm completely frozen so after a few seconds he bites my lip to get me to respond. I guess I do what he wants because he's suddenly inside my mouth. Our tongues tangling together, his rubbing against the barbell piercing mine. I know I shouldn't, but I go along with him. He's just hurt me and now I'm getting caught up in the feel of his mouth on my own. I don't even realise, but when he pulls away, my hands are holding onto his t-shirt, unconsciously pulling him back to me. His hands are still placed firmly on the lockers next to my head, the only part of his body touching mine are those firm but soft lips. He smirks, licks around that delicious, but distracting silver hoop, and pushes away from me before walking off with the ultimate swagger. All I can do is stand there while I catch my breath, rubbing my swollen lips with a shaky finger.

  What even just happened?

  One minute he's bruising me with his hands, the next he's bruising me with his plump mouth. And what is wrong with me? I'm so angry at myself for letting that happen and not slapping him upside the head. It should bother me that I didn’t think of Anya once while he was kissing me, but it doesn’t. I’m a terrible person.

  Once I've calmed my erratic breathing and my blood pressure has returned to a somewhat normal state, I make my way to Math class; disposing of the gum that was transferred into my mouth by Caleb’s disgustingly talented tongue. Thankfully, Math and my mouth are now Caleb free.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Emilia

  Sex has never really been my thing

  At the end of the day, I check my phone. I’ve felt it buzzing from my bag that’s sitting on the floor and resting against my leg for the last ninety minutes.

  Kaydee: Are you alright? Do you want a ride home? You know I'm heading that way anyway :) x

  I punch out a quick reply telling her I'll meet her in the carpark and head towards the main doors.

  “Hey, Emilia. I'm over here!” Kaydee's version of shouting is basically my version of library talk. I spot her, and we start walking away from the crowds.

  “Yeah, I'm fine. The nurse said I'll have a lump, but that's all,” I reply when Kaydee asks me again how I am. I consciously rub the back of my head while telling her. Yep, still fucking hurts. We get to her silver Mini and I have one foot raised, about to climb in, when I'm dragged by my arm away from it. “Hey! You're hurting me. Let me go!” I call out to the brute that's man handling me across the carpark.

  “Just shut the fuck up for once, Doll. I told Ma I'd take you home and that's what I'm gonna do.” Caleb. I huff out an exhausted breath and wrench my arm painfully away from his hold on me.

  “I told you I didn't need a ride, I already have one.”

  He growls at me. Like, really growls and rips his car door open. “In. Now.” I look over at Kaydee, who looks petrified, possibly more
so than she did at lunch, and get in. Before Caleb has time to walk around to his side, I ping a message to Kaydee saying I'd call her later and not to worry. Yeah, I can text fast. I am a stressed teenage girl, it’s what we do best.

  Caleb starts the car and pulls away from school, tires screeching and dust flying. I don't dare say a word, though. When I don't see my street after driving for twenty minutes I start to worry my lip between my teeth. “Where are we going, Caleb?” It's not a whisper, but it damn near sounds like it over the engine noise.

  “I need to stop at mine. It can't wait so I'll take you home afterwards.” Oh, shit.

  “My parents will be worried about me. I need to go straight home now.” My dad will be working, and mum is at Dylan's school this afternoon signing him up for every after-school club she can, in the hope he will make some new friends.

  “Why do you think I'm taking you home? Your mom told Ma that she and your Pop were busy, so they couldn't pick you up.” He has a pure evil look in his eye that makes me want to curl up and crawl away. He knows I have no one waiting for me so I'm just gonna have to suck it up and wait until he's ready. The joy.

  We pull up to a block of flats, apartments. Whatever. They don't look all that, but they could definitely be a lot worse judging by the ones we passed five minutes ago. I'm planning on just sitting in the car and waiting for him to come back, but Caleb has other ideas. He pulls me from the vehicle by my arm and starts dragging me to his place. I'm hoping this will look like some kind of kidnapping to someone watching and maybe they'll call the police. My hopes are dashed when an old man looks fondly at Caleb, completely ignoring the hold he has around me, and asks him how school was. We don't stop, but Caleb responds to Mr Graham. Such a charming young boy... Yeah, sure!

  As soon as we get through the faded black front door, I get tossed to the side while Caleb falls onto the worn sofa with a bottle of beer in his hand. I thought you had to be twenty-one in this country? He must read my mind because he says, 'fake ID', and we leave it at that.

  I'm still stood at the entrance when Caleb gets up to get another beer out of the fridge. He still needs to take me home; please don’t drink too much. Not that I would, but he doesn't even bother to ask if I want one, or anything else for that matter. “I thought you were in a rush? Are we leaving soon?” I pick at the fresh polish on my nails for something, anything, to do with myself.

  He doesn't look at me straight away. “I lied. I thought we could hang out here and talk.” He has this look in his eye when he eventually faces me and I know for sure that he doesn't want to talk to me. Maybe to belittle and hurt me some more, but definitely no talking.

  “I don't want to talk to you, Caleb. I want to go home.” I turn to open the front door, but he grabs me and I'm suddenly in the air, landing on the sofa with an 'oomph!' While I catch my breath and get my hair back in order, he just stands there, frowning at me. “Damnit, Caleb! Quit throwing me around, asshole!” Oh boy. He didn't like that. He throws his beer bottle into the kitchen sink and comes at me, wrapping his hand around my throat.

  “Mind. Your. Fucking. Tone!” He roars in my face. While I leave deep bloody claw marks all over his thick tattooed arm, I keep gasping for precious air. I'm so scared right now. Fucking petrified.

  “Please... Caleb... Can't, breathe...” I manage to gasp out and he finally drops me back down to the sofa in a panting heap. “You're out of your mind! What the fuck is wrong with you?” My God, why can't I just keep my fucking mouth shut? He looks like he's about to pop a vein in his neck, his face is turning an angry shade of red and he's clenching his fists. I hope he doesn't punch me, it'll knock me clean out if not kill me.

  After only seconds, but what feels like an hour of staring at me, he still looks crazy mad and drags me kicking and screaming down the hallway. This is it. I'm going to die. I feel tears prick my eyes, but none have fallen yet. I won’t let them.

  He pushes me into the corner of his bedroom and sits in a desk chair. “Strip.” What? Has he not humiliated me enough for one day?

  “I... Wha... No!” He jumps out of the chair and stalks over to me. I start shrinking into the wall and, not for the first time, think how can someone that looks so angry and scary still be quite beautiful? I think I'm kind of turned on. I need help. I'm going to ask my mum to get me a therapist. Caleb starts to pull at my top as I try to bat his hands away.

  “You can either take it off or I'm gonna rip it. Do you wanna walk out of here without clothes?” He growls in my ear. What could be more humiliating than this? Oh yeah, walking out of here naked. I don't know what comes over me, but I pull my top over my head and toss it to the floor. My chest is heaving up and down and Caleb can't take his eyes from my tits. I can feel goose bumps rise where his eyes are searing my skin. “The rest of it. Now.” He waves his hand at my body indicating the rest of my clothes and moves away, never removing his eyes from my chest and sits back in his chair, legs wide apart. I take a deep breath and give myself a pep talk to rival all others while I start undressing.

  He just wants to make you feel stupid. You look good. He'll probably take some pictures of you in your underwear to show around at school. It'll be fine. Hold your head up high and don't let him know how turned on you are right now. God, please don’t let him know.

  I'm stood facing Caleb in my underwear and all I can think is, thank God it's some new stuff that I got last weekend. I swear, I must be wired wrong. Caleb licks his lips and twirls his finger in the air.

  Spin.

  He wants you to spin.

  As soon as I'm facing the wall, I feel him behind me, holding my hips tightly. I suck in a sharp breath at the rough feel of his hands against my soft skin, my whole body erupting in goose bumps. His face ends up tucked inside my neck and he lightly sears the flushed area with kisses.

  I lose my mind.

  I don't know what or how to feel.

  This guy scares the crap out of me, I should be running out of here, screaming at the top of my lungs, not getting naked and letting him touch and kiss me. My mum will murder me if she finds out. There's only so far I can push her before I get my ass grounded until I'm thirty.

  But I’m so turned on.

  I close my eyes, take a breath and suddenly I’m braless. Caleb unclipped it and removed it, dropping it to the puddle of fabric the rest of my clothes have created. His face is still hidden in my neck and his kisses have got slightly rougher than before, his stubble chaffing my skin. It feels so good. He slides his massive hands around my tiny waist, up over my ribs and then starts palming my heavy breasts. My body is burning up from his tender touches until he tugs my hardened nipples sharply and I feel a zing go straight to my groin. I should be thinking right now, thinking of how mean he has been towards me today, how small he has made me look in front of our peers, that he has a girlfriend that’s probably waiting somewhere for him, but all my mind can focus on is the way his hands are making me feel this second.

  His rose hand slides back down my tummy, passing my belly ring, and into my underwear. “You're so fucking wet. How does it feel to have my fingers inside your tight little cunt right now?” Oh, shit. His fingers are so thick, and he knows exactly what he's doing with them. None of the other boys I've been with did what he is doing right now. He's hooked two digits and is thrusting them inside me. It's painful to start with, but this unfamiliar pleasure takes over. I get a strange feeling in my tummy that started at the tips of my toes and slowly built all the way up my body. I don't know what is happening to me, but I think I like it.

  My panting, turned into moans, turned into me screaming Caleb's name. Sparks fly behind my tightly clenched eyes and I feel sky high. I have no control over my pelvis that is thrusting into Caleb's hand as he keeps torturing my privates. “You like that, baby?”

  Dear God, I love that. “What did you just do to me?” I pant out whilst I work on coming down from my high.

  “Made you come.” He bites into the skin that joins my shoulder and neck
and then licks the pain away. “Showed you the stars.” He absolutely showed me the stars, but making me come? Well I've heard of it, but fuck if it's ever happened to me before. I've not exactly experimented much with my body. I mean, for God sake, I’m only sixteen.

  But fuck, those stars were beautiful.

  “You've never come before.” He doesn’t ask, just states as he spins me around to face him. I steady my wobbly knees by leaning my hands on his broad shoulders. I still feel like I'm floating through the night sky, but I manage to maintain enough composure to shake my head in response to his question. He smirks at me and my face turns scarlet. I avert my eyes downwards and that's when I notice the bulge in his pants. My eyes widen, and I gulp.

  I've never seen anything like it. I mean, I've seen movies, Phoebe and I watched porn once and I've been with a few guys, but Caleb. He must have socks down there or something! “Take off my pants, Doll. You'll like it even more when you can see it properly.” I move my shaky hands down his arms, over his tightly coiled muscles and towards his waistband. I'm fucking petrified of what I'm going to find down there.

  Boy was I wrong. There's no socks in sight. Caleb's pants hit the floor and I gasp. His dick is out of this world and there’s a thick silver barbell pierced right through the tip. He sounded super cocky and he had every right to be. I just want to sit and stare at it, and that's when my age slaps me in the face again, reminding me how inexperienced I am at this.

  Caleb grabs a foil packet from his bedside cabinet, rips his t-shirt over his head and opens the packet with his teeth. I don't know where to look. His body is a work of art, literally. His skin is covered with tattoos, all up his arms, his neck, hands, chest, tummy. He has a few on his legs, but there is virgin skin down there compared to his upper body. I avoid looking at the creepy skull on his neck and lower my eyes slightly. There’s a dragon on his left shoulder that fades all the way down his thick arm, creating a sort of sleeve thing. I mean, it’s great work, but I don’t really like it. His arms are so bulky, I'm not surprised how easily he picks me up and tosses me around. I drag my eyes back up and stare at the phoenix spanning his wide chest. It looks as though it might take flight every time he takes a breath. That is beautiful. The tattoo, not his chest. Okay, well his chest is too.