The Domineering Boy and His Innocent Girl

Angelina's POV:

"Who the hell are you? Let me go!"

My horrified cries intertwined with his heavy breaths.

"Hey, what's wrong? Do you feel pain?"

With my back against the backseat of the car, he lifted my short skirt. He then pressed his heavy body against mine. With his powerful hand, he held my hands above my head. As I tried to break free, he roughly touched my thighs.

Hot tears streamed down my cheeks and my head was throbbing. His touch made me sick and my whole body trembled. Seeing that I didn't answer his question, he exerted more strength and ruthlessly unbuttoned my shirt.

"Please let me go. Don't do this to me!"

"Shush! Just be a good girl. Answer me, do you like it?"

"Please I just want to go home."

"Go home? Haha! Don't even think about it. You are going nowhere!" This vicious boy flashed a wicked grin at me and then started licking my nipples.

"Stop! Don't do that. If you don't let me go right now, I will... Aaah!"

I paused midway and screamed at the top of my voice. He had just bitten my nipple hard.

"If I don't stop, what will you do? I want to hear it. You'd better speak louder." As he spoke in a mocking tone, he pinched my nipple and it sent an indescribable pain to my brain.

"You bastard! I will sue you!" I roared with all my strength.

In the blink of an eye, his mocking face darkened. He then slapped me across the face with his powerful hand.

I felt dizzy immediately and wasn't fully conscious of the environment.

I struggled to open my eyes. "Damn it!" I muttered in annoyance. I had that dream again. For the past four years, this horrible nightmare had been haunting me.

My alarm clock had gone off and I stretched out my hand to the bedside table to stop it. Yawning lazily, I struggled to open my eyes and looked at the time. I was almost late for school.

In a haste, I got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom to freshen up. Afterwards, I wore my uniform and went to school hurriedly.

With a bright smile on my face, I quickly walked into the teaching building. When I saw that the corridor was still bubbling with students, I looked at my wristwatch. Even though I woke up late, I got here on time. There was still about fifteen minutes before my first class began. Sighing with relief, I moved towards my classroom.

"Oh my God! He's so handsome! Our eyes met just now and I felt an electric shock all over my body!"

"Yes! He looks so naughty when he smiles. He's totally my type. Jeez! He's a tall hunk of creamy human flesh. I could eat him!"

"Woohoo! I'm so excited! He's the most handsome guy I have ever seen. I need to get his phone number immediately!"

"I just walked past him when he was in the lobby. My goodness! He's like a Greek god. His aura almost suffocated me. I want him!"

As I advanced to my classroom, I heard some overexcited girls talking about a boy. Judging from their conversation, I could tell that he was a new student. I grinned disdainfully and quickened my pace.

"I just saw him in the administrator's office. I think he was there for his final documentation. I saw his name on the file. His name was Cedric. Oh, I love his name. It's just as beautiful as he is!"

"Cedric?" This name sent a shock wave to my brain. Even though my sleep had been plagued by nightmares about that horrible incident, it was gradually getting buried in the deepest part of my memory and I was about to heal from it. However, this name suddenly rekindled the bad memories. I involuntarily halted in my tracks.

"Yes, his name is Cedric Hobbes," the girl said convincingly as she turned to look at me.

"Ce...Ce... Cedric... Hobbes." I repeated the name with a stutter. My forehead broke out in a sweat and I trembled.

This name reminded me of my terrible past.

Flashback:

This busy city wasn't where I used to live with my parents four years ago. When I was just an adolescent in my former neighborhood, I experienced something no child deserved to go through. That day was the worst day of my life.

It was just a normal day for me. After school, I walked through the lonely alley that I usually passed on my way home. Unbeknown to me, I was being followed. As I hummed a song, someone suddenly covered my eyes and my mouth. I was then dragged into a car. At that time, I was young and innocent. I didn't know anything about sex. However, I knew that it was wrong for someone to drag me into his car.

When his big hands roughly took off my underwear, I felt an unprecedented humiliation. My eyes instantly became teary and I begged and struggled with him. Instead of listening to my pleas, he kept touching my body in the most private spots. His touch was cringe-worthy and I kept screaming at the top of my lungs.

Shortly after, a female cleaner who was passing by heard my cries for help. She stopped to save me.