put your hands all over me - - -

[blake weston richardson]

Blake made his way over to Carson, she had been left alone on the football field's sidelines. Her friend Connor had to go home, and Carson had wanted to be left alone.

He cleared his throat, "Why so sad?" he made it sound as if he really cared. When all he wanted was just a piece of that ass.

[carson mackenzie parker]

The stadium lights were still on but the place was empty. It was at least eleven o' clock but Carson didn't want to leave just yet. Something about the cool night air was helping her to keep everything together. Well, kind of. The silence echoed everywhere. Nothing was making noise except the soft buzz of the stadium lights. Connor was gone. Everyone was gone. Well, except for Blake. She was still standing there and crying at that. She had followed Connor out to her car as everyone was on their way out and gave him the keys. She told him she'd find a ride. She trusted him with her car. Not that she even cared about her car right now. She was worried about Jonathan but she wouldn't be able to see him until tomorrow so she decided to stick around. She could easily be alone here. At least she was trying to isolate herself and Blake didn't respect that. "Go away." was all she said.

[blake weston richardson]

Go away? Him go away? Nah, not a chance. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and nuzzled her neck. He softly planted a few kisses here and there. "Come on Carson, everyone knows you're not as innocent as you appear."

Oh boy, the clock starts ticking now as far as if Blake can score or not. Let's just see what happens next..

Maybe he'll surprise us all with another shitty thing to do, yeah?

[carson mackenzie parker]

Carson gasped as Blake wrapped his arms around her. What the hell was he doing? She wasn't used to such a forward gesture, especially not from someone she didn't know very well. She was too stunned to speak at the moment, not to mention his lips on her neck weren't helping either. Although She wasn't going to panic. There wasn't a need to just yet. "Excuse me? I don't know what you're talking about. Also I'd appreciate it if you kept your hands off me. she squirmed her way out of his arms and turned to look at him. "I told you to leave me alone and I meant that."

[blake weston richardson]

Blake tightened his grip on Carson as soon as he grabbed her once more, he wasn't about to let her get away from him. "I'm not going away, Carson." and with that, he planted more soft kisses on her, except they got rougher and rougher as the time went on.

He knew he wouldn't be satisfied until he got the right response he wanted from her. But, it seemed as if she wasn't about to give it.

[carson mackenzie parker]

"Get off me!" she pushed against him in attempt to free herself again. She should have ran when she had the chance but she didn't want to freak out. Now she had all kinds of reasons to flip out. He wasn't taking no for an answer, but he'd have to because that was the answer she was sticking to. "Stop it!" She was attempting to use her firm voice all while trying to stop his hands from roaming her body but it was useless. He was much more stronger than she was, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to keep trying. She kept avoiding his lips by pushing his head away. "You better leave me alone or I'll scream so loud that someone down the street will hear me." Threatening him was the best she could come up with at the moment.

[blake weston richardson]

Blake lost his temper, and struck her... Hard across the face, obviously leaving a thin trail of blood. He was fuming, never once had someone been so.. So relentless in trying to get away.

He grabbed her face with both hands, and made her look at him. "Listen up little bitch, no one will hear you. Why? Because well, everyone's sound asleep. Thanks for trying though." he snarled in disgust at her feeble attempts at continuing to get away, he knew he had to settle this once and for all.

She was not going to get away from him, at all. There wasn't a chance of it.

[carson mackenzie parker]

She was trapped. There was no way out. She couldn't out run him even if she tried and his muscles were rock hard. There was no way she was getting out of the death grip he had on her. The panic was slowly setting in and to make matters worse he slapped her. The sound echoed and her head snapped to the side. Instantly she drew her hand to her face to cover her mouth which was bleeding. She was shocked by what just happened. It didn't register at first. When she finally understood she started to cry. She tried her best to pull his hands from her face but like everything else it was no use. She closed her eyes to avoid looking at him. Crying like a baby probably wasn't help the situation but she couldn't stop. "B-b-blake. S-stop. P-p-p-please" she pleaded. She was crying so hard her breath was catching causing her to stutter.

[blake weston richardson]

Ah, she was crying.. Great.. Just what he needed, not. He rolled his eyes and smirked. "That really has no effect on me, Carson. And I'm not going to stop. Why should I?" he tightened his grip on her, making sure she couldn't get away from him if she tried to.

He went in for the kill and kissed her. He moved one of his hands so that he could tangle it into her hair, pulling all the while.

[carson mackenzie parker]

Carson usually started crying when she didn't know what else to do and therefore here she was, blubbering. She was hoping it'd make him feel bad and maybe he would leave her alone but that was wishful thinking. He wasn't going to leave her alone, that was very very clear by this point. Carson sniffled. "Because I don't want you and I never will." All she was saying was the truth, but deep down she also knew that it might get under his skin a little. If she was only left one option but to deal with him doing whatever he desired to her, then she might as well hurt him the best she could. Carson's entire body went rigid as he kissed her. She failed yet again in keeping him away. His lips mashed against hers in such a fashion that it hurt. His intentions were loud and clear by the way he was kissing her. As he tugged on her hair, she gasped, opening her mouth slightly which deepened the kiss. It gave him an unnecessary invitation into her mouth that she couldn't reverse. It was impossible for her to pull away and her attempts to push him away never worked, obviously. Her struggles were weak and after a few seconds she gave up. She surprised herself by giving in. It wasn't like her but what was a girl to do? The way they were pressed so close against each other didn't make it any easier. Wait a minute, what was she thinking?! She couldn't possibly enjoy any of this, could she? Maybe a part of her did but he wasn't being fair. He wasn't playing by the rules. She honestly didn't want to do anything with him because she didn't even like him. Hell, she barely knew him. She knew who she'd rather be doing this with and it sure as hell wasn't Blake. But she couldn't deny that she enjoyed what he was doing to her. She just didn't like the person doing it.

[blake weston richardson]

As soon as Blake stopped kissing Carson, he threw his head back and laughed evilly. He had won, and he knew that. She wasn't resisting anymore. Good thing for her then, because it would've been a whole lot harder on her. HA! Who am I kidding? It still would be harder on her.

That's how Blake operates. He knows every trick in the book to make it be even harder for his victim. Yes, that's right.. Victim. He smirked evilly, and kissed her neck roughly. He was definitely enjoying himself. He wanted to make sure she knew that, and soon she would.

He bit down hard on her neck, bruising it. It was his mark, and he wasn't about to not leave it. He roughly tangled his fingers into her hair even more than they were already, and pulled. He then maneuvered in such away that she was on the ground with him on top of her. Oh, how easy this was being for him. He knew that if she kicked, if she punched, oh God knows even bit... It would only be making it harder for her.

She would soon know that fighting against Blake Weston Richardson was the wrong thing to do. All it took was a swift punch in the right place and her lights would be out. But, he didn't plan on doing that as long as she cooperated. And, God knows she needed to. He laughed evilly once more as he removed his hands from her hair, and roughly pulled off her hoodie, along with her shirt. And then.. Oh yes, here came the most important part. Her pants, and everything else that remained.

He made sure to dig his fingernails in so deep that she had bloody scratches every where. He was having fun, and he wasn't about to stop for anyone. And if anyone dared to stop him.. They'd be a goner for sure.

[carson mackenzie parker]

Pain was something that Carson had never felt much of. Not real pain, anyways. She had never had someone intentionally hurt her like this before and she didn't know what to do about it. She was defenseless against him. Carson groaned as he roughly tugged on her hair and then screamed as she hit the grass. She beat her fists against his chest and tried to squirm her way out from underneath him. "No, stop. Please." she whined as he pulled off her clothes. "You're hurting me." she cried as he ripped off her pants and left her completely naked beneath him. She used one of her arms to cover her chest and the other to push against his upper arm. It was so cold out that her teeth were chattering as tears streamed down her face. She knew what was going to happen next.

[blake weston richardson]

Oh, he was hurting her? Did that matter? No. Why would it? It wasn't as if he had feelings, all he had was venom coursing through his veins.. Not an ounce of compassion anywhere. He rolled his eyes as she kept trying to get away from him.

She should have known better by now, but obviously she didn't. He took his time torturing her, he enjoyed it. Soon everyone would know that he left his mark on Jonathan's soon-to-be girlfriend. And who was to blame? Aubree. He would make the world know everything.


It was done.