CHAPTER 109

She recalled the story of her grandfather, a U.S. Marine in the early years of the Vietnam War who had met her grandmother, a beautiful young girl in Saigon. Over the course of his deployment, they had fallen in love and she had become pregnant with Alexis's mother. After much drama and danger, her grandfather had managed to get her grandmother out of Vietnam and back to the United States, where they led a pretty normal life. Her mother had married her father, another service man, who had been killed in the First Gulf War. Alexis had only been two years old when her father had died, she barely remembered him. Her Asian features came from her mother's side of the family, her height from her fathers, he had been close to six foot three inches tall. Her mother being of Asian ancestry believed in education first above all else, pushing Alexis as a young child to excel in academics. Even when she had first started playing volleyball competitively, it was with the understanding that if the grades dropped, even slightly, she would have to give it up.

Her mother had not allowed her to date until she turned sixteen, even then it had to be a chaperoned event, like a school dance or similar. She was not allowed out alone with a boy until she was a junior in high school. While she had been touched a few times during make out sessions, she had never had sex while in high school.

Much as I was, she was overwhelmed her freshman year in college being a student / athlete, she had little time for much else. She had met a boy during her second year in college, he seemed like a dream come true. He was studying to become a doctor, his family was very wealthy, well known in the community. During their first sexual encounter, she found him to be somewhat aggressive, but since she had no previous experience, she had little to compare it to. It wasn't until a fraternity party on campus when she learned the truth about him.

The party, given every year by the fraternity, was to pledge its newest members. Since her boyfriend was the vice president of the fraternity, naturally she was expected to attend. The party started off normally, but soon the drinking got out of hand. Admittedly Alexis had drank far too much herself, although she claimed she was still in control of herself. Her boyfriend Brad, encouraged her to go upstairs with him to his room, where she quickly found herself in his bed. Although Brad was eager, apparently he was unable to perform, something which got him extremely angry. He left her alone for a few minutes, returned to the room and tried once again to have sex with her. This time, he turned her over on her stomach, attempting to enter her from behind. Once again, he was unsuccessful, causing him to get even more livid. He blamed Alexis for not being able to arouse him, calling her a "dead fuck".

At that point Alexis attempted to get up, but she was face down on the bed, Brad straddling her with all of his weight. She cried out, urging him to get off of her but he refused. I could tell Alexis was beginning to get overwhelmed, her eyes were full of water, her voice choking up slightly.

"Alexis, you can stop. It's ok, really.", I offered.

She shook her head, taking another sip of wine from her glass, then taking a deep breath.

"I have to tell you Brian, I need to get this out from inside of me.", she sobbed.

She went on to tell me that a minute or two after she began to struggle with Brad, she heard the door open, saw the light from the hall wash over the room, then disappear again. For a second she felt Brad's body weight lift off of her, for a split second she felt relieved. But the relief was short lived as she felt a second body moving over her. She screamed out again to Brad, begging him to release her. He simply said three words, three words she would never forget.

"Shut up whore.", he growled, in a drunken state.

Before she could even comprehend what was going through his mind, she felt a hard, thick penis enter her from behind. There was no passion, no caring, just hard forceful thrusts with no regard for her whatsoever. Thankfully, it only took about a dozen thrusts until she heard the second boy groan, releasing his seed into her body. As he pulled out of her, she was sobbing, begging Brad to let her up. But he had no intention of doing so, in fact the visual sight of his friend fucking Alexis from behind had given him the erection he couldn't achieve previously.

"Hold the bitch down.", she heard Brad tell his friend.

The second boy did as he was told, pushing her shoulders and back into the mattress keeping her pinned down. She then felt Brad enter her from behind, his cock slipping easily inside of her, due to his friend's previous orgasm. After a few rough strokes, she felt him pull out of her. She was still pleading with Brad to let her go, sobbing hysterically.

"I'll let you go, after I cum in your ass, bitch.", he leered.

"Oh God no, please Brad, please no.", she wailed.

But once again her cries fell on deaf ears, the tip of Brad's cock was already opening her up, the pain was excruciating. Within seconds he was buried deep inside of her ass, his thrusts short and powerful. Although it was over in a few short minutes, it felt like an eternity. When he was done, he got up off of her, they both dressed and left the room. She laid there for several minutes before realizing she better leave as soon as possible, in case he offered her to any of his friends. She quickly threw her clothes on, ran down the stairs and out of the house. She ran across campus to her own dorm room, locking the door behind her, running for the bathroom. She filled the tub with hot water, quickly climbing in trying desperately to wash herself clean.

"I sat in that tub for hours, until the water was ice cold," she told me.

Even though this event had happened years ago, I could still see the pain in her eyes.

"What did you do afterwards ?", I asked, stupidly.

"I went to my counselor the next day, she took me to the campus police. After six hours of answering the same questions over and over, one of the assistant administrators came into the room. She explained to me that I could file formal charges against the two boys, and an investigation would be started. But if I did, it would all be made public, my scholarship might be rescinded.", she replied.

"Why would your scholarship be taken away, they raped you ?", I asked.

"You don't understand Brian. His parents were extremely wealthy, they were influential in the community. They were huge contributors to the school, they could hire the best attorneys. I was the granddaughter of a Vietnamese refugee, my mother had nothing, if I lost my scholarship, my education was over.", she replied.

I didn't know what to say, it must have been obvious from the look on my face.

"I just let it go, I went on with my life. I concentrated on class and volleyball period, I kept to myself. I never dated anyone else, I kept away from boys all together.", she continued.

"I never told my mother a thing, I graduated with honors, I moved on. I have only told one other person what happened until now, you make the second.", she finished.

I reached over and touched her cheek gently, my heart aching for her.

"Alexis, I am so sorry for what happened to you.", I whispered.

She leaned into me, wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her face into my shoulder. She cried as I held her as tightly as I could, I felt helpless. I'm not sure how long I held her before she stopped crying, she finally pulled back, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"I have avoided men since that day, I can't make myself trust anyone.", she whispered.

"I understand completely Alexis, it's very understandable.", I responded.

She reached over and took my hand in hers, lifting it to her lips, then kissing the back of my hand. She then pulled it to her cheek, holding it there for several seconds, before letting it go.

"I'm not sure why, but I believe I could trust you Brian.", she whispered, "But I think after tonight, we both need time to sleep on it."

I nodded in agreement, it had been an emotional, draining night. We had been talking for hours, it was close to midnight. I got up, she walked me to the door, then leaned up and hugged me tightly. Nothing was said, nothing needed to be said, she closed the door gently behind me.

I sat around the apartment all day Saturday, thinking about the night before, it really weighed heavy on my mind. Firstly, I was sad but extremely angry at the two men who had hurt Alexis. I don't know why, but I wanted revenge, I wanted to hurt them badly. But something else was sticking in my mind as well, something Alexis had said about Ashley. How perhaps some of my deep emotional feelings for her were indeed the result of what she had done for me after my father had died. But how do you separate one feeling from another, was it possible ? Several times that day, I glanced at my cell phone, deciding whether or not to call Alexis, each time talking myself out of it. Later that evening, I ran errands, bought groceries and got myself ready for Monday, the first day of camp. I slept late Sunday morning, laid around the pool most of the day, then showered and went to bed early.