sakura
With a metal speculum spreading my vagina lips apart, I lay back on the bed the next morning, completely tense and beyond nervous for what Ichika was about to shove up into my uterus. While Mr. Avery had been deep inside me yesterday, I hadn’t felt this kind of pressure.
The bad kind.
“Relax, Sakura,” my cousin said, gently patting my knees. “This might hurt a little.”
“That is such a contradiction,” I whimpered, grasping the bedsheets tightly in my fists.
“If you weren’t a slut yesterday, we could’ve gotten you on something easier, like the pill.”
I scrunched my nose and stared up at the ceiling. “I was not a slut.”
She giggled and moved her fingers up my thigh, preparing me mentally for when she’d thrust an IUD deep into my pussy, which would stay there for, like, seven years. “Fine, not a slut. A horny slut.”
“Ichika! I was not a—”
While my pussy lips were spread, I felt something metal being shoved up into my vagina. Then, there was immense pressure suddenly deep inside me. I groaned out in pain and squeezed my eyes shut.
A moment of pure agony later, Ichika sat back. “All done! See, that wasn’t bad.”
Still in lingering pain, I narrowed my eyes at her and flared my nostrils. “I hate you.”
As she pulled the speculum from my vagina, she laughed again. “You’re welcome.”
I wriggled up to a seated position, the pain slowly subsiding, and crossed my arms. “Thank you for putting me in so much pain, Ichika. You’re the best cousin ever. What would I do without you?”
Raising a brow at me, she walked to the sink to wash her hands. “Get pregnant.”
“Wow.”
“Like I said, Sakura, you’re welcome. Now, when are you gonna tell me who it was?”
I threw my feet off the side of the bed. “Never.”
“Since it’s your first time with an IUD, I can prescribe you some pain meds,” Ichika said, humming, twirling around in a swivel chair, and grabbing a prescription slip from the cabinet. “You might get some cramps throughout the day.”
When she handed me the prescription slip, I hesitantly took it and glanced down at the paper. I had seen one too many of these at home because of Mom. Not only did she work at the pharmacy, but she was also always at the doctor’s office with another excuse for being hurt.
After my cousin turned back around to write a couple of notes in my file, I crumpled the prescription up and stuffed it into my pocket. I didn’t care if I had cramps today or not. I didn’t want to become addicted, like Mom.
I hated her for it.
Everyone did. Even Dad did, but he refused to divorce her.
“Make sure to bring that to the pharmacy,” Ichika said, opening the door. “They should have it ready in, like, fifteen minutes or so, and then you can go home or to school. But I’d recommend you stay home.”
While I appreciated her advice, I couldn’t miss many more classes. I had already missed one period earlier in the semester because I had to talk with my advisor about college. Today was already three periods wasted.
Which meant … I’d missed Literature.
Once I waved good-bye to Ichika, I hurried to my car, slipped into the driver’s seat, and pulled my phone out of my backpack. As I’d suspected, nobody had texted me, asking where I was today or if I was sick.
But I didn’t care.
At least not about anyone else, except him.
Scrolling to my school email, I spotted three new emails. One from my History teacher. One from Calculus. And one from … Gym. I sighed and slumped my shoulders forward.
Gym? Why the heck would gym class need to send me an email?
Grumpily, I shoved my phone into my backpack and drove to Redwood Academy. I steered through the staff lot of parked cars, spotting Mr. Avery’s black car with tinted windows in his designated spot.
Whenever I stayed after with another teacher, I always saw him leaving in it. I wasn’t too good with car names, but it was sleek and dark and mysterious, just like him. Something that I could see myself inside of, in the backseat, letting him thrust into me during lunch.
I blew out a deep breath and found my parking spot in the student lot. After grabbing my backpack, I walked up the sidewalk to the main entrance and then into the main office, listening to the secretaries chatter about how sexy Principal Vaughn was.
I nearly puked in my mouth.
“Hi. I need a late pass,” I said.
The lady glanced up at me and readjusted her glasses. “Name?”
“Sakura Sato.”
After she began typing into the computer, the office door opened. A tall, slender, and inherently creepy Principal Vaughn walked into the room with a fake smile on his face and thinning gray hair that looked like he’d tried to dye it multiple times without luck.
Giggling, the secretary stopped everything she was doing and leaned forward. “Principal Vaughn, the staff meeting is the third door down the hallway. I can take you there, if you’d like me to.”
Hold it together, Sakura. Don’t puke in disgust.
“I’m fine,” he said, peering down at me. “Are we late today, Miss Sato?”
“Just had a doctor’s appointment.”
“Ahh, I see. You know, I never …” he continued speaking, but I couldn’t focus because the door opened again and the Physics teacher walked in with Mr. Avery beside him.
When Mr. Avery glanced up at me, I froze.
Dressed in a dark gray wool sweater, Mr. Avery sported messy, dark hair and the same stubble that had tickled my neck yesterday afternoon. Warmth gathered between my legs as his eyes darkened with fury.
I had missed his class today. And he was mad.
“Right, Miss Sato?” Principal Vaughn continued.
But I didn’t know what the hell he had said, so I nodded along and watched Mr. Avery walk down the back hallway toward the staff meeting today. His back was taut and tensed against his sweater.
Just as he was about to enter the room, he peered back at me with those devilish eyes that promised he’d punish me later.