Laughed

At the train station he kissed her. First the lips, then the tongue, followed by her neck and finally his lips and his tongue and his hands found their ways to her bosom. She was shocked and tried to push him away.

“Are you scared?”

He laughed.

*

She wore a mini skirt to the cinema. He suggested that they watch Annabelle.

It was a horror story, yes it was. Not because of the ugly doll, but because he placed his hand inside her skirt, up her thighs, up her panties, into her panties, with his long fingers exploring what was within.

She tried to escape but there was no way to run.

His eyes were still fixed on the screen.

“What kind of idiot would accept an ugly doll like this for a gift?”

He laughed.

*

Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe it was planned.

After a night out with Klang’s seafood where a friend’s car conveniently broke down, she ended up spending the night in his room.

At 4.00am, the white bed sheet turned red.

“Gosh! You are… ?”

He laughed.

*

She was drying her hair in the public bathroom all alone after a relaxing night swimming, covered in nothing except a short white towel that was only long enough to cover her private parts when he barged in, removed her towel, kissed her, touched her, aggressively attempting to penetrate her.

She resisted, but she was just a girl.

“I checked. No one here.”

“But this is a public - ” she begged and stopped in the middle of the sentence as she heard him moaned.

“Do you want anything for supper?” He asked when it was all over.

She shook her head.

“Tired from our little exercise?” She did not respond.

He laughed.

*

It was the time of the month when nothing was right for a girl, and to make things worse, the crimson liquid oozing out of her did not discourage him from wanting her.

She said no.

“But you’re my girlfriend,” he begged. “You’re the only one I want. Give me. Please?”

She wanted to escape but he pinned her down.

“You know you can’t run.”

He laughed.

*

"You're not wearing it," she pointed out in a small voice as he undressed her, crying a little.

"It doesn't feel good."

"But I might get pregnant. Please?" She pleaded.

"Nah, that's harder than winning lottery. Don't worry."

"But..."

He bit her lips to shut her up. She winced.

"Don't pretend. You like it, don't you?"

He laughed.

*

He pulled and pushed her head as he moaned, louder and louder, finally releasing him in her mouth.

She wanted to spit it out but he made her swallow it.

"You look pathetic."

He laughed.

*

He didn’t tell her anything, but she heard.

Everyone in school talked about it. How they had been sleeping together. And if she didn’t say a word…

She wanted to ask him.

Why would he tell others about the colors of her bras and panties? Why would he tell others about how often they did it? Why would he tell others about how she behaved on bed?

Why?

She wanted to ask him. She took a deep breath and walked towards him, anger boiling in her. He noticed her, smiled a little, and continued looking at his phone.

He was watching the video where he was in her mouth.

She opened her mouth, but before she could say a word…

He laughed.

*

New city, new friends, new phone number.

She was exhausted after hours of unpacking in her new room.

Her phone rang. It was her sister.

“How’s everything?”

“Good.”

“And so the chapter ends.”

“And so a new chapter begins.”

Feeling a little cheerful, a little relieved, she laughed.