Content/trigger warning: This series contains bullying, homophobic language, and non-consensual sexual acts, but they are integral to the plot and character development so please take them in context.
Author's note: Sorry, a pair of solo chapters before we see these two interacting again. But it won't be too long!
JESSE
I don't know what happened, but one minute that twisted fucking asshole is pulling my hair and beating the crap out of me trying to get his piss in my mouth like a psycho, and the next second he's stopped. I'm spending all my energy trying to keep my eyes and mouth firmly shut from his forceful stream of piss and I'm still in a lot of pain all over, I can't even tell where specifically, so I don't even realize he's let go of me and that the beating and pissing have stopped until a good half minute after the fact.
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Finally it does sink in and I cautiously open my eyes, simultaneously wiping piss and blood from my face with both hands, and I don't see him in front of me. As I wipe I see that my nose is still bleeding, so I hold it again as I slowly turn my head around and look all over the area. He's gone. Disappeared.
What the heck? Where...? Did the Rapture just happen, and he ascended to heaven? No chance that could ever happen. More like descended to hell. Or abducted by aliens...?
My wonder is very quickly replaced by much more physical feelings as my pumped up levels of adrenaline start to subside. There's a steady pulsing throughout my whole body. The main source of it is the throbbing in my nose and face. Even without seeing them I can feel the bruises gradually developing like a black and blue Polaroid picture. My face feels swollen and getting more swollen by the second, and my body just plain hurts all over, my chest where he pummelled me, and especially my side where he kicked me.
"Fuck! Fuck! Goddamn mother fucker! Goddamn mother fucking sick asshole shit demon from hell!" My voice is raspy, oh, right, from when he was pressing down on my throat with his arm, and I continue to mutter long strings of expletives, as many words I can think of to call that crazy fucked up sick asshole son of a bitch.
After the initial burst of anger subsides a little, I turn my attention to the practical. There are things to take care of. First things first. I've wiped most of the gunk off my face, and I still have no idea what to do with my bloody nose. I try tilting my head back for a second, but that doesn't work at all. It feels like I'm just drinking my own blood. So instead I tilt forward a bit and just try to hold my swollen nose kind of half closed, because I suspect holding it any tighter would probably make me pass out from the pain.
For a few minutes I just concentrate on getting my breath back and holding my nose, but eventually I've recovered enough that I can glance over at my clothes. I sigh a long sigh. What a fucking mess. I gingerly grab the disgusting pile with my free hand, still reeking of that asshole's piss, and unsteadily start to carry them towards the water. I dump them in and sort of kick them down with one foot so that they're fully submerged.
Once I'm sure they won't float away I stumble back, looking for my bag, phone, and glasses. Phew. That asshole must have been in too much of a rush to move them, or maybe he just didn't see them. They're lying a little off to the side of where I was sleeping, half hidden by some grass and weeds, perfectly intact. I put my glasses on and wince again due to how tight they are over my face, which seems to be doubling in size every minute. Then I tentatively check to see if my nose is still bleeding. It is. Fuck!
