Raped By The Boy Across The Road

It happened after we had got off the bus. Normally there were about 6 people who got off my stop, but today there was only me and a kid called Oliver who was two years younger than me. I was 15, about 6”1 with dark hair, and a rather good-looking boy, attracting many admiring glances from females, although I was still a virgin. Oliver was 13 (nearly 14), with short spiky hair, and was about 5”5.

We had just walked round the corner of our road when he broke into a run and ran down the path. I thought it was a bit strange, but carried on listening to my MP3, not caring much. But when I got to the bit of the road where I had to cross, Oliver called out to me. “Come and have a look at this for me please”. I felt that I might as well so I could prolong the coursework that was waiting for me. I went over to him and he said just in here. I stepped into the hall way of his house. As soon as I had done so, the door slammed shut and Oliver had grabbed me from behind. He put his arm round my neck and to my terror, I realised that he had a knife in his other. He held it up to the back of my neck and whispered in my ear, “You call out, you scream, you do anything I say not to, this will go into you, understand?” I nodded in terror. Then he stepped forward pushing me, until we reached the living room. Once there he pulled my blazer off and threw it onto a chair. He then kicked my shoes off and threw then somewhere. I was now only in my shirt and trousers. However, my shirt soon came off when he reached round the front and pulled my shirt so the buttons ripped off. I was shitting myself about what he was doing but I was even more terrified of having that piece of cold metal sliding into me.