Been Here All Along

PROLONG:

"Do not pleasure him, Code. I need him in pain."

Ordered the only rap*st in the room. I heard him unzipping and my heart crumbled. Perhaps, he is about to take over. He is going to show this Code how a prey should be eaten.

I focused on the sound of the zipper, picturing what the voice was about to do to me when Code's unexpected thrust brought me to gasp.

"Arrgh!"

The pleasure I felt a while ago disappeared as Code clung to my waist and pounded in all might. His moans became louder and that told me he was after a climax.

"Fuvk...Mmm." Code moaned and deepened his rod, slamming my hole to his satisfaction, with little mercy.

The pain was unbearable yet I gripped tight. I held unto the strange sensation that came from his every hard thrust.

Yes, I felt pleasure amidst pains, and grew confused on which to focus on – the pain of being r*ped or the pleasure of having my first s*x.

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GREG:

That is my definition of life up to this day, a Friday morning as I left my bed to the bathroom at early hour of the dawn. I have no record of how and when my system adjusted fully to the cockerel's hour, but I continually look up to it.

Waking up and leaving the house early to the bus stop where I could pick up the school bus before everyone else, is such a morning priority for me and I have never missed it.

The school drivers encourage my time keeping. I do not spend a second past my pick up time at the bus stop. They are disciplined enough to use a clock and appear on time which fuels my consistency.

As the first student to enter and alight the bus every day, each new hired bus driver would always comment on how they look forward to knowing me, the student, being told of by the previous driver.

This made me popular only among the school bus drivers and the second student to be picked after me every morning.

It is a long drive to the second student's residence. He resides in an average-man's area; a typical definition of 'neighborhood'. It is unbelievable to know that the school rides such a place. The dwellers think so too.

They stand in the same awe expression when the bus passed by every morning. It is indeed warming to see the school bus driving through such street blocks.

Well, the school can't avoid it, it is part of the privileges the scholarship students receive. Apart from free tuition, transportation is equally provided.

The second student is tremendous with his grades; he is a classmate. Only a worthy brain can make D'Caprias's bus overlook a neighbourhood like his.

Mornings in his area ain't quiet, it is noisy and the atmosphere smells of poultry feeds. I'd enjoy the sight of the busy public anyway; they booze around so early like they haven't slept a wink. It is an adventure for me and I love it. His family entertains me with a scene too.

His sister who looks younger stands with him at the gate of their old model bungalow waiting for the arrival of the bus. She doesn't go to D'Caprias but she appears happier than the fortunate brother.

On the sight of the approaching bus, she would run inside the building where an older woman comes out in a hurry with a pack of food. It must be the mum. The trio will then begin their humorous 'hurry up' displays for the sake of my entertainment.

Peculiar to him, students are picked up from and dropped off at their homes. The school management has left me after thousands of complaints on how it is safer to be picked up at home but I insist on walking to the bus stop.

Most students here are being driven to school by their chauffeurs, while attention seekers like my brother, drive themselves. Those who join the school bus are mostly considered scholarship students.

I wouldn't mind attending a less expensive school but my mother insisted I go to this school because she believed that the quality of a school depends on how expensive it is.

Getting a scholarship into this school isn't that easy but the ways of arrogant rich kids, once you are a scholarship student disregarding how much you studied for it, you are as good as nothing. Being considered a scholarship student is a good cover as everyone pays little or no attention to me.

He, the second person on the bus, however, has tried to get me to talk to him with zero fruit to his effort. He'd smile and cling to his glasses every morning before settling right beside me.

I stopped wondering for a long time why he never gets tired of his same gestures towards me when all I could offer him is my emotionless stares. I have never talked and had the intention of talking to him in the future.

His permanent seat beside me on the bus makes everyone think we are either brothers or friends.

Brother? Not him, mine is still on the bed, snoring at the moment.

And a friend? It is a non-existing noun for me.

I like how quiet and lonely my life is except in my family where I struggle to live the way I want due to their excessiveness.

Well, let's just say my family is famous among national healthcare and business reporters.

Not to disparage my family like my younger sister always points at me, I will admit is one of the wealthiest in the country, if not the wealthiest. There isn't any daily news without my family's name stealing the headline.

My father has accumulated such riches that he doesn't need to rush out of the house after me of course, to his office every morning. Yet, he does. The only vacation he takes off the office is that of a business deal in which he would stay months abroad and still go to work the next day on his arrival.

He is hardworking. I admire him, but it is too much for my eyes to contain. If a human can be labeled a machine, that would be my father who never breaks down to tiredness or sickness. He has never visited any of the family's hospitals in years and I don't think my mum is getting any luck in seeing him soo.

My mum is the nation's profound doctor, surgeon, whatever. No one ever told me about her field of the medical profession, I never asked, I don't find it relevant.

One thing I know is that all the family's hospitals under her care as the owner and the doctor in charge are the best in the country. She has in years built at least one hospital in every city of the country.

My family's wealth is that fairy dream of every living person but here I am, living with parents that made it a reality.

Well, I cared less.My family's riches and fame makes my life noisy and I live every day thinking of ways to lessen it all.

They have appeared on every media screen over a billion times and still counting without me. As much as people know that my father has two sons, it is still a mystery to them what the second son looks like.

The media are cultured. There has never been anyone on my trail. No paparazzo has blindly ruined my hide. Sometimes, I'd believe Mr. Nazit, my father's chief security officer, has a lot to do with it.

My older brother enjoys the media and the attention it is fetching him. He is not only popular on everyone's television and phone screen, but he is also popular among the country's ladies.

I'd listen to all the talks of girls with his friends, how he is bored with Miss A, ready to start up with Miss B, and admiring Miss C. He is the country's playboy.