Title: Broken
Author: Dixie
Pairing: Nick/other
Rating: R
Warning: non-con
Summary: Trust can be broken, nightmares last forever.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.

And he’s saying “it’s ok,” and “nobody has to know,” and “we won’t tell anybody” in between licking my neck and covering my mouth with his.

And I’ve heard those words before. I can feel the panic start to set in as I’m pulled into a nightmare nearly thirty years old. He slips one hand inside the waistband of my pants while the other grips both of my wrists and he presses against me harder, my back pushed flat against the metal locker, my arms held tightly above my head.

“C’mon, big boy,” he whispers harshly against my ear.

And I can’t move. Can’t breathe. I’m frozen, caught in a world somewhere between here and now and then and there. But unlike then, I know where this is going, or rather, where he wants this to go, and I can’t let that happen. Now, unlike then, I can fight back.

“Don’t,” I say, but my voice is so little I’m not sure the word was actually spoken aloud.

He doesn’t let up.

“No! Don’t!” I say more forcefully and struggle to push him off me. I try not to whimper, or let how defeated I feel show through. Be strong, that’s the only way to escape from this.

He grins and shoves back. He says, “So you like it like that, do you?” and I want to cry, or vomit. He leans in and covers my mouth with his again and I’m losing this battle.

I know what I have to do to break away, and though it’s making me sick, I open my mouth to him and stop struggling. He releases my wrists and I lower my arms.

His hand is still inside my pants, squeezing, violating, and that’s the first thing that has to go. With that task accomplished, I snake my fingers through his hair before pulling away quickly from his smothering kiss. Before he has a chance to think, I tighten my grip on his hair and, sidestepping him, I push his head forward to bang loudly against the locker before running out of the room.

I can hear him calling after me and I wonder angrily why nobody else has come to see what all the noise is about, why nobody has come to help me.

Fearing that he’ll catch up to me, I sprint faster, nearly knocking over a petite woman on my way out of the building. Without stopping to apologize, I push my way out the front door; the tears that I fought so hard to keep away are now starting to roll down my cheeks.

There are some people that you’re supposed to be able to trust.

Starting my vehicle, sights set on home; I wonder if I will ever be able to escape this nightmare, if I will ever be able to trust again. Or if this is how it will always end, sitting alone in the dark, waiting for someone to come and rescue me.