Dameon

Chapter 1: Where it all began

/Belinda's POV\

"P-please stop." I begged as I continued to feel his cold wet rough hands on my body. He was hurting me in more ways than one and I felt powerless to stop it. How could he? How could he do this to me? I had trusted him and grown up with him all of my life...

I cringed as I felt him pull so roughly at my hair I thought he would rip it out of my scalp. He was no longer listening to me or my pleads. He was so drunk out of his mind I don't think he could honestly comprehend what he was doing. This wasn't the type of guy he was. He was sweet and protective incapable of causing anyone any harm. Still a bit dumbfounded my arms scrambled for anything they could take a hold of to defend myself. There wasn't much, at least not much I could feel my way through. My hands were met with cold wet damp cement floor anywhere they touched. I was inwardly praying I would find something. Anything to help stop him from what he intended to do.

"God Belinda, you shouldn't be this sexy." He growled ripping the last few pieces of clothing left between his body and mine. I whimpered as his hands tugged on my breasts causing me to shudder. I hated his touch. Nothing life had thrown at me up until now could have prepared me for this moment. I never would have imagined I'd be thrown into this type of situation. I had done nothing to him all my life but been there for him, supporting him in every decision he made.

"Why?" He asked his voice pulling me out of my thoughts. Even in the darkness of our school basement I could make out his deep ocean blue colored eyes, the eyes I had complimented and had been jealous of all of my life. I had always wanted his eyes and had even joked with him on various occasions about stealing them from him one day. Now those eyes just pierced through mine with nothing but hate, hurt and lust. "Why couldn't you love me? Why couldn't you just see that I was the one for you!? That I would have done anything to have been with you!" He shouted his hands moving from my breasts to my hair yanking it back with such force I felt my neck crack.

I screamed in agony as he smashed my face back down to the cold hard cement. I could feel the hot pool of blood beginning to form around me as he yet again continued to smash my face to the floor.

"Y-you just always had to look at me as your friend huh!? Pushing me aside and ignoring me as if I was nothing!"

Another scream escaped my lips as the pain was no longer focused at my face but at my wrists instead. His hands were holding on so tight that when he flipped me from the position I was in from my back to my front they had snapped easily.

"Always always always!" He spat letting me free for a moment as he reached into his pocket for something. Oh god no. Please no. Please please no.  "It always had to be your way. You just always had to have everyone falling for you! Wanting you when you are only for me!" He continued on searching from his front pockets to his back pockets. Feeling confident enough that he was distracted I began to crawl my way away from him with the little strength I had left.

Maybe if I hurried I could help them. Maybe if I hurried nothing really bad would happen to them, right? They wouldn't really harm my own brother and father would they? Afraid of the answers I might come up with on my own I urged myself to hurry.

Finally reaching the steps to the exit I pushed my own body weight up each step the best I could without applying any pressure on my hands or wrists. Feeling that freedom was only a couple steps away I got on my feet willing to push myself until I was out.

"Oh no you don't." A growl from behind me erupted and with little to no seconds to think about running my whole body was thrown backwards causing me to fall back to the steps I had struggled to get up from. Each step dug into my side as I fell back down all 12 of them. I had landed on my stomach and my head was a bit dazed from the fall that I had barley noticed him standing in front of me. He peered down at me a demonic smirk on his face as he took his foot to kick my body until I was laying on my back several paces away from the stairs. "Maybe this will get you to stop moving."

I heard a blood curdling scream erupt through the walls of the basement and it took me a couple of seconds to wrap my head around the fact that that scream had come from me. The pain that was shooting down my left leg was excruciating. He had managed to dug in the blade he had threaten me earlier with into my thigh. He walked towards my legs, spreading them open with his feet before bending down positioning himself near my hips. I heard the sound of his belt buckle unhooking and the sound of his pants zipper unzipping.

"No... p-please don't do this." I cried out to him hoping that he would reconsider what he was about to do. He held my eyes for a second, enough that I could see a hint of remorse in them before becoming covered with anger. I felt something prick my arm and looked to see him injecting something into me.

"Shhh now..." he whispered taking hold of my hips and positioning himself near my entrance. "It'll all be over soon."

And those were the last words I heard as my eyes gave out on me and I could no longer feel the pain coursing through my body.