The rest of the world blurs to nothingness as Richard presses his thigh between your legs. Your mind flares with anxiety at the action, because you're far too exposed for this- in the corner of the school courtyard. But you can't say anything, can't voice your concern, because Richard's lips are pressed firmly to yours, his tongue lapping into your mouth, intertwined with your own tongue, swallowing any sound that dares to come from your lips. It's always like this with him. Constantly pulling you out of class to have his way, whether you like it or not.

Though, you always end up liking it. Which is something you always hate. You want to tell him no... but the words die on your tongue the second he lays his eyes on you. And for the first time in your life, you feel wanted. And loved. The way he touches you, kisses you, loves you... it fills the hole in your heart that your parents left behind every time they hit you, starved you, spat hateful words at you.

It makes you feel wanted the way God never could. Never saved you from your parents the way Richard did.

Your eyes are clenched as Richard's knee grinds between your legs, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as you break away from the kiss. Your lips are red and swollen and spit-soaked form the intense make-out session. Richard's smirking, as per usual, a leering look in his eyes as you stare up at him with a hooded, wanton gaze. Completely enamored.

"Take this off, baby." He murmured, leaning in to nip and suck hardly at your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. He gripped the cross pendant on your chest, pulling slightly. "God isn't saving you."

You want to argue. God is watching, God loves you, God will answer your prayers...

"I am," I growled out, yanking the necklace clean off your neck, earning him a soft gasp from your plush lips. "I love you. I want you. I saved you. Don't forget it."